Semua Bab FORBIDDEN BOND: The Alpha's Desire : Bab 151 - Bab 160

The first sliver of light slipped through the palace curtains, brushing gold against the polished floors. Kael stirred in his bed, fingers automatically brushing over the gentle swell of his belly before his eyes had even opened.“Good morning, little one,” he whispered, voice still groggy with sleep. “Did you sleep better than I did?”The baby didn’t answer, of course, but Kael smiled faintly, rolling carefully out of bed. His morning was slow and deliberate. He bathed in the warm water the maids had left, humming tunelessly as he rubbed a soft cloth across his skin. Every movement was mindful, protective. When he slipped into a clean robe and brushed his hair, he caught his reflection in the mirror; his cheeks were fuller, his belly unmistakably pregnant. He laid a palm on the bump, eyes softening.“Your father would say I look radiant,” Kael murmured, tilting his head at the mirror. Then he chuckled, embarrassed even though no one was there. “He always says things like that, even w

Kael sat curled on the edge of the massive bed, shoulders shaking, Silas kneeling at his side with one hand rubbing soothing circles over his back. His lips moved soundlessly; prayers, perhaps, or desperate reassurances that this wasn’t the end.The heavy door creaked open. A hush swept the room as a figure stepped inside, her white cloak trailing like moonlight itself, silver hair coiled neatly, and her sharp eyes softening the moment they fell on Kael. Kael froze, his breath catching in his throat. His grandmother. The last time he’d seen her, she had stood silent beside his mother and the king as they dropped the truth of his birth onto his trembling shoulders. It was too late, too cruelly timed. The betrayal still throbbed inside him.“Kael…” her voice cracked, low and reverent, as if she had found something she thought was lost forever. “My little prince.”Kael flinched, looking away, his hands curling protectively over his belly. “Don’t call me that,” he whispered, tears slippi

The chamber was suffocating with silence. Only the sound of Kael’s ragged breathing filled it, broken occasionally by the scrape of Silas’s chair as he sat forward, fists pressing against his knees.The queen mother’s hand stayed firmly on Kael’s pulse, but her gaze had dropped, heavy and troubled, as though the weight of her knowledge was too great.Theron’s voice cut through, low and edged with desperation.“Tell me there is a way. Some cure. Some—”“There is,” the queen mother interrupted, her tone sharp enough to silence even a king. She looked between Theron and Silas, then Kael, and finally said the words that had been weighing on her.“But it is not one you will want to hear.”Kael stirred weakly, his lashes wet against his skin. Silas instantly leaned closer, brushing Kael’s damp hair back, muttering, “Don’t listen. Don’t you dare listen unless it saves you.”The queen mother’s voice trembled for the first time. “The poison is clever. It binds to the body that is strongest… an

The king’s chamber was thick with silence when the Moon Bearer and Elara returned. Kael lay pale and still upon the bed, his lips tinged with gray, his chest rising only shallowly. Silas had not left his side, one large hand wrapped around Kael’s frail fingers, as if keeping him tethered to life. Theron stood by the window, back rigid, eyes dark with unspoken fear.“We need to move him,” the Moon Bearer said without preamble. Her voice cut through the hush like a blade. “Now. To that secret birthing room.”Silas’ head snapped up. His eyes burned, feral and wet. “No.” His voice was low, dangerous. “Not that room.”Elara froze in the doorway, clutching the herbs to her chest. “Silas—”Silas rose slowly, his jaw clenched, his whole body shaking. He pointed at the Moon Bearer, then at Theron. “That is the room you took her to. My daughter. You said it was to change her fate. To lift some curse. But you—” His voice cracked, then roared back, shaking the chamber’s walls. “That is the room w

The mountain loomed black against a sky streaked in violet dusk. Selvane’s stronghold clung to its slopes like a nest of carrion crows, torches dotting the ridges, watchfires burning high. The air was thin here, sharp in his lungs. Behind him, the army of Eldoria and Veridia lay crouched in silence, the restless huff of horses the only sound in the wind.Aaron’s eyes met his across the shadows. A silent signal.The horns did not sound this time. There was no warning. Only the sudden rush of bodies as the first ranks surged forward, swallowing the ground between them and the enemy.Selvane’s watchmen shouted, scrambling. But they were too late.The first clash was brutal. Eldoria’s soldiers crashed against them like a tidal wave, shields slamming, swords biting through hastily raised defenses. Screams rose, steel shrieked, blood sprayed dark against the mountain’s stones.Alaric spurred his horse forward, cloak billowing. The red fabric caught the torchlight and for a moment even he th