Semua Bab Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor : Bab 181 - Bab 189

EdwardThe bond did not fade gently. It snapped.Not cleanly, such things are never clean, but like sinew torn from bone, like something alive screaming as it was wrenched apart. I staggered mid-step and gasped as I held my chest.Air left my lungs in a violent ush, my knees buckling as if the earth itself had struck me. One moment Albert had been there, faint and distant, but present, and the next there was nothing. No warmth. No pull. No answering echo to my heartbeat.Just silence.“No,” I whispered, the word scraping raw from my throat.The world tilted. My vision blurred, not from injury, not from exhaustion, but from a terror so sudden and complete that it hollowed me out. I clutched at my chest like I could physically grab the bond, like I could hold it in place if I pressed hard enough.Nothing answered. All was silent.I had known pain all my life. I had known wounds that split flesh and shattered bone. I had known the agony of loss.But this… this was worse. This was losing

Bibi Kamwe’s footsteps were silent over the cracked pavement, the soft crunch of debris beneath her boots drowned by the distant hum of the forest they had left behind. She had buried Albert and made sure to cast several wards so that no one would ever find his grave.In her arms, she carried a small bundle, one of the two babies she had taken from the chaos earlier, swaddled tight against her chest and a backpack containing the placenta and the umbilical cords. Beside her, Adrian… or Aiden, as he liked being called, moved with measured grace, eyes sharp and calculating. He was halfway through his plan and all that remained was to show up before Edward, beaten and half dead, crying and telling him how he was able to save one baby from Bibi Kamwe who had taken Albert. He was sure that Edward didn't know that Albert was carrying twins.He wasn't worried because the two of them, Adrian and Bibi Kamwe, had survived chaos that would have broken most. They had outmaneuvered enemies, evaded

AlbertThe forest knows me now.It opens when I step forward, branches bending, roots sinking deeper into the soil as if bowing. The air hums with restrained power, thick with magic that does not belong to any witch or fae alone anymore.It belongs to me. I am the god of reckoning who's going to give Bibi Kamwe her dose of the medicine she served me back.Edward moves behind me, silent as a shadow, our first child cradled against his chest. The baby sleeps, blissfully unaware of how close death once hovered over all of us. Edward’s presence is steady, not whole yet, not as strong as he once was, but enough. More than enough.I feel the second child before I see them. It begins as a pulse, a cry that doesn’t reach the ears but splits the soul. My hand tightens.“She’s close,” I murmur.Edward nods. “I’ll stay back. I don't want to hond you back,” he says.I glance over my shoulder, meeting his eyes. There is no fear there, only trust. Absolute, unshaken trust. I smile at him and touch

AlbertA year later, I still woke up tired and I wished that the night was longer so that I could sleep more.This was not the bone-deep exhaustion of fear or grief or magic tearing me apart, but the quiet, ordinary kind that came from chasing two toddlers down marble corridors before sunrise and for a whole day.“Al,” Edward called gently from the doorway, amusement threading his voice. “They’ve escaped again and I swear I can't put up with them anymore. Cess is always able to handle them but he went to town for the cake.”I laughed despite myself, breathless as I crouched and scooped our son into my arms before he could toddle straight into the council chamber like he always does when unwatched. His brother followed his lead with identical determination, his dark curls bouncing as he ran, Edward’s eyes, my stubbornness.“They are plotting,” I said solemnly.“They always do and their tacit understanding is amazing," he said as he crossed the room and took our son from me, pressing a