Semua Bab Forbidden Mated To My Mother's Husband: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Killian POVI leave the house with the smell of Emmi still wrapped around me and the weight of Aurora’s rejection burning in my chest. The door closes behind me with a soft click that feels final, and I stand on the porch for a moment, staring at the quiet street, the bond pulling at me like a chain I can’t break. I want to turn around, to go back inside, to hold my daughter again, to make Aurora see that I never stopped fighting for her. But I can’t. Not yet. The elders will know I’ve been with her—they always do—and if I don’t move fast, they’ll come for her, for Emmi, for everything I’m trying to protect. I stride though the streets, the contract folded tightly in my jacket pocket, and walk quickly through the city.The office building looms ahead, its glass facade reflecting the night sky, and I park in the underground garage, my tires screeching against the concrete. I pause outside for a moment, then I walk, my steps quick and purposeful as I head for the private elevator. The r

Aurora POVI hear the door close behind Killian, and a wave of relief washes over me, easing the tension that’s been coiled in my chest since he stormed back into our lives. The house feels quieter, safer, even if only for a moment. Emmi is already tucked in her room with Rachel, her soft giggles fading as storytime winds down, and Lucas stands beside me in the hallway, his presence a steady anchor in the chaos.“You’re the one who agreed to let him see Emmi,” he whispers, his voice gentle but laced with the strain of everything we’re navigating.“I know,” I say, my throat tight as I lean against the wall, the bond with Killian pulsing under my skin like a heartbeat I can’t ignore. “But now it’s back, stronger than before.” I thought the necklace muted it for good, that time would dull the pull, burn it out, or let it fade into something manageable. But no. It was just hidden, buried under layers of charm and distance, and now it’s roaring back, sharper, more insistent, like it’s been

Aurora POVI thought the night with Killian during my first fae mating season was unbearable, the kind of agony that seared through every nerve and left me trembling for days. But this, this is worse. It feels like I’m burning alive, my skin prickling with heat so intense I’m half-convinced it’ll start peeling off in sheets.The cold water from the shower pours over me, but it does nothing to dull the fire raging inside. I was standing at first, clinging to the wall for support, but my legs gave out, and now I’m curled on the tile floor, the spray hitting my back as I fight to stay conscious. I can’t move, can’t even lift my hands to shut off the water. The pain is a living thing, clawing at me, relentless and all-consuming.I bite down on my lip to stifle the screams, tasting blood as it fills my mouth. Lucas is out there, I know he’s knocking, calling my name, his voice muffled through the bathroom door, but I ignore him. It’s not about sparing him anymore; it’s that I can’t respond

Lucas POVI shouldn’t focus on it, but I can’t help it. Every sound from the guest room filters through my ring, sharp and unmistakable, and the Covenant drags her pleasure into me like a tide I can’t fight. It’s torture, knowing what’s happening just a few doors down, knowing I sent her there.I’d hoped—prayed—that one knot would be enough, that the heat would break and she’d come back to me, the nightmare over. But it’s been hours, and the bond hasn’t quieted. Her heat hasn’t subsided. If anything, it’s stronger, a relentless burn that keeps pulling at her, at me, at everything we’ve tried to hold together.I’m sitting on the edge of our bed, Emmi's small form curled under the blankets, her breathing soft but uneven, her skin still warm from the fever that mirrored Aurora’s pain. She’s asleep now, exhausted by the echo of her mother’s heat, and I’m grateful for that small mercy.But I can’t sleep, can’t close my eyes, not when I know Killian’s with her, not when I can feel every pul

Lucas POVI’m crazy for doing this, but Aurora’s needs come before my own pride, before the jealousy that’s been eating me alive. Killian sits across from me at the kitchen table, his eyes wary, waiting for me to lay out whatever insane plan I’m about to propose. Emmi’s laughter echoes from her room where Aurora’s reading to her, and the sound grounds me, reminds me why I’m swallowing every instinct screaming to throw Killian out.“The entire time you were gone,” I say, my voice low but steady, “I felt it. That dull ache inside her, the emptiness. Nothing I did filled it, not love, not time, not even Emmi. Then you show up, and it’s not gone, but it’s... better. Enough that she’s not breaking every day.”Killian’s brow furrows, confusion flickering in his eyes. “So?”“She loves you, Killian,” I say, the words bitter but true. “I hate admitting it, but she never stopped. You hurt her—badly. Even if you thought you were saving her, you left her with nothing, and that wound’s still there