Todos os capítulos de Rejected and Banished; The kids are his.: Capítulo 301 - Capítulo 310

Eva's POV.If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I’d drag the almighty King Nicklaus Montero to a healer’s clinic and make him sit there while I asked a question that would turn his face the color of ripened tomatoes,I would’ve laughed.And yet, here we were.Nicklaus sat beside me, arms crossed, looking thoroughly uncomfortable, as the healer, an older woman named Midra, moved about checking her notes.“So,” she said with that soothing, patient smile healers always seem to have, “we’ve checked your vitals, your heart rate, your pressure, your hormone balance, and everything looks perfectly fine. You’re doing well, my Queen.”I smiled faintly. “That’s good news.”Nicklaus, sitting rigid beside me, exhaled a quiet sigh of relief. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”If he thought that was all, he was wrong. So terribly wrong.Because I had one more question. One burning, slightly mischievous, definitely personal question.Midra turned to me again. “Do you have any other concerns, my d

Authors POV.Nicklaus's hand moved seductively up and down her back, and she could feel his arousal as she pressed against him. His hand moved to her bottom, giving it a soft squeeze. And then his lips were on hers, and they shared a long delicious kiss. Her fingertips caressed the back of his neck, her mouth yielded to his, and their tongues caressed each other as the kiss deepened. His hand had magically slid her skirt up and she felt his fingertips brushing the flesh of her bare buttock. She gave a soft moan against his lips and felt his hand move slowly around her hip until one fingertip caressed the front of her panties. Eva's body was reacting in ways it had not for a long time, since his overprotective shield came on learning about the pregnancy. Her own hand found his and held him there, letting him know it was what she wanted. And then, his finger was under her panties, moving slowly up and down through the folds of her hot and very wet pussy. She gasped as his finger entere

Eva's POV.The morning started so beautifully, I should have known something was coming. Nicklaus had woken up before me, again, and now sat beside the bed, reading one of the healer’s scrolls on childbirth for what had to be the hundredth time this week.I watched him quietly, his hair tousled, his expression deeply concentrated. It was almost adorable... almost.“Are you studying again?” I teased, my voice still thick with sleep.He looked up immediately, his whole face softening. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”“Morning,” I murmured, stretching slightly. “You didn’t sleep, did you?”“I slept,” he lied effortlessly.I raised a brow. “For how long? Ten minutes?”“Long enough to keep watch.”I laughed quietly, rubbing my eyes. “You’re going to tire yourself out before the baby even arrives.”He smirked, setting the scroll down. “Then I’ll nap when they do.”“Mm,” I hummed, shifting onto my side. “You know, you’ve been acting as if I’m made of glass again.”He leaned forward, kissing my f

Eva's POV.I was humming under my breath as I walked back to our room, the baby tucked warm and sleeping against my shoulder in the soft wrap the maids had swaddled her in. Nicklaus had left before the sun was fully awake, the elders needed him, and somehow I was glad; finally he'd give himself a break, and I could get a break for myself too.By the time I carried our child back into the room, I felt a small, hollow throb behind my eyes. Sleep, I told myself. A few hours earlier than usual, that’s all. I placed her in the cot, I straightened the blanket out of habit and lay down on the bed beside her, expecting to close my eyes for a minute and wake refreshed.The world tilted. Not the usual gentle sway of fatigue, but a slow, sinister declination as if the floor had been pulled away and my limbs were made of fog. My hands could barely move, not even my fingers, my thoughts unspooled. I blinked, and the room smeared at the edges until everything was a watercolor that might fall apart

Eva's POV. I barely slept that night.The whole house was quiet, too quiet, the kind of silence that doesn’t comfort you but claws under your skin. Every creak of the floorboards sounded like footsteps, every sound of wind against the windows sounded like my baby crying.I sat up most of the night on the edge of the bed, staring at the empty cot beside the window. Her blanket was still there, the small one with the tiny embroidery of moon and stars I made myself, and I kept touching it like it would make her appear.My chest hurt so badly that breathing felt like punishment.I didn’t even realize the sky had started to lighten until I heard boots in the hallway and the faint metallic clatter of swords and belts being fastened.I rushed out of the room before I could think twice.Nicklaus was standing in the main hall, already dressed in his black riding coat, shoulders squared and eyes burning with the kind of anger that scared me. A few of his guards were lined up behind him, saddle