Lahat ng Kabanata ng HIS BABY GROWS INSIDE ME, BUT HIS HEART BELONGS TO HER : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The Hollowed Lands weren’t marked on any map. No one drew its shape, no one dared speak of it for long. It was the place where silence lived, where even shadows feared to linger. Legends said it was where the first wolves were broken and where the sky forgot how to shine.And now, Aria, Kael, Ashara, Rowan, Elara, Callen, and Lyra stood at its border.The wind didn’t blow here. It waited.“What is this place?” Lyra asked, staring out at the bone-colored land stretched ahead. The ground looked scorched, not by fire but by memory.Ashara’s voice was low. “This is where the Gate first opened. Where the Hollowed were born. And where the truth is buried.”Kael glanced at the children. “Are you sure they should come?”Rowan stepped forward. “We’re part of this now.”Elara nodded. “We’re bonded to whatever happens next.”Aria looked at them, heart aching with pride and fear. “Then stay close. And whatever you see, don't let it in.”The journey into the Hollowed Lands felt like walking throug

The first light of dawn painted the sky with soft shades of pink and gold, but the Hollowed Lands remained heavy with shadows. The battle had ended, but its scars were still fresh etched in the ruined walls, the tired eyes of the pack, and the fragile new lives resting in Aria’s arms.Kael sat beside her on a weathered stone bench, holding one of the newborns close, his gaze distant. The weight of everything pressed on him like never before the war, the prophecy, the future of the pack, and most of all, Aria.He looked at her, her face pale but glowing with strength, a warrior marked by sacrifice and love.“Your heart belongs to her,” a voice whispered inside him. The truth settled in his bones more deeply now than ever before.Aria stirred, blinking awake. She smiled softly at Kael, her hand reaching to touch his face.“They are ours,” she said quietly. “Our blood, our bond.”Kael nodded. “And I will protect them with everything I am.”But deep inside, a cold whisper of doubt crept i

The pack had settled into a fragile peace, but the calm felt unnatural, like the stillness before a storm. Aria sensed it deep in her bones.Rowan and Elara were growing stronger every day, their bond shining brighter, a living symbol of hope for the pack. But the shadows around them had not disappeared. The Hollows were quiet for now, but their silence was dangerous.One night, as the red moon rose again a rare event just weeks after the last battle Aria awoke from a restless sleep. The air outside was thick and heavy, and a strange feeling gnawed at her heart.She slipped quietly from the cabin, careful not to wake Kael or the children.The forest was alive with whispers, and the moonlight cast long, twisted shadows among the trees.Aria’s steps led her to the old stone circle, where the last ritual had taken place. The ground beneath the stones pulsed faintly with magic.Then she saw a glimmer beneath the earth, near the roots of the oldest tree.Curious and cautious, Aria knelt do

The night pressed down heavily on the pack’s camp. The air was thick with smoke and quiet whispers. The fire flickered low, casting long shadows on the worn faces of the warriors nursing wounds and sorrow. The battle had ended, but the cost was heavy, friends lost, strength tested, and the haunting promise of a dark future looming just beyond the trees.Aria sat apart, her gaze fixed on the fading embers. Her hand rested gently on her swollen belly, where life stirred with a fragile heartbeat. Rowan and Elara played silently nearby, their laughter muted, weighed down by the fear that clung to them like a second skin.Kael was beside her, his presence steady but his eyes restless. The stranger’s threat echoed in his mind a cold warning wrapped in power. Whoever she was, she had knowledge and strength beyond anything they had faced before.“We need answers,” Kael said quietly. “That woman... she knows more about the crystal than anyone we've seen.”Aria nodded slowly. “And she’s coming

The first light of dawn stretched pale fingers over the pack’s territory. The camp was still, but beneath the surface, tension simmered like a fire ready to blaze.Aria stood at the edge of the forest, her breath forming small clouds in the chilly morning air. She hugged her swollen belly protectively. The weight of the prophecy pressed on her, heavy as stone.Her thoughts were a tangled web: the sacrifice, the bond, the children, and the shadow lurking just beyond sight.She glanced back at the camp, where Kael was already gathering the pack leaders for a meeting. His face was tight with worry, but his eyes held a spark, the fierce determination of a man who refused to give up.Inside the circle of ancient stones, the pack council assembled.Kael stepped forward, his voice steady but low.“We stand on the edge of a knife,” he said. “The Shadowborn grows bolder. The Prophetess will not rest until the gate is opened. We must act not as scattered pieces, but as one.”The murmurs that f