All Chapters of Pregnant For My Father-in-Law: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Dax’s POVCiara kept telling me she was fine, but every time she said it, my anger only grew worse.She sat on the infirmary bed with one of the healers checking her pulse for the third time while another quietly examined the pup’s condition with a soft glow of moon-thread light hovering over her stomach. Her face was pale, eyes still too wide, and fingers gripping the edge of the blanket like she was trying to convince herself the danger had already passed, and yet she kept looking at me like I was the one who needed calming. That alone nearly drove me insane. My woman had just had poisoned daggers shot at her in my own fucking fortress, while carrying my child, under the protection of my name, my walls, my blood and my authority, and she was sitting there trying to make me feel better as if her safety was some small matter we could smooth over with soft words.“I’m okay, Dax,” she said again, her voice gentle but tired. “The healers already checked. The baby is fine too.”I stared

Ciara’s POVI finally kissed Inara good night after making sure for the third time that she had eaten, taken the medicine the healers left for her and stopped pretending the poisoned dagger wound was nothing more than a scratch. She was lying against the pillows with her bandaged arm resting on a folded blanket, still pale but alive, and sharp-mouthed enough to threaten to stab the next healer who came in with “sad widow eyes,” and honestly, that alone eased something in my chest because Inara being rude meant Inara was healing. Ella had fussed over her until Inara almost threw a pillow at her, the healers had confirmed the poison had been fully drawn out, and though the day had been dangerous enough to make my bones ache from fear, at least it had not ended with another body to mourn. The spies had been caught, or at least some of them had been, and Dax had gone to interrogate them after making sure the entire infirmary was guarded heavily enough that even a ghost would have to re

Ciara pov.He stared at me for a moment before a small tired smile touched his mouth. It was faint, but it was there, and it eased some of the fear around my heart. Then he leaned back against the tub, one arm stretched along the stone edge, his eyes moving somewhere beyond me as if he was opening a door in his mind that had stayed locked for too long.“As you know,” he began quietly, “werewolves and humans have never truly stood on equal ground.”I nodded slowly.“The barrier between the realms exists for many reasons. Territory. Blood law. Old wars. Human fear. Supernatural arrogance. Too much history soaked in violence for either side to trust the other completely.” His gaze returned to me briefly. “Humans think wolves are beasts wearing skin. Wolves think humans are fragile creatures who build weapons to make up for short lives and weak bodies and kidnap them for experiments. Neither side is fully wrong, and that is part of the problem.”I listened closely, letting the water move

Ciara’s povI shook the feeling off and listened “They were supposed to be extinct,” he continued. “Most of the realm believed they had been wiped out centuries before. The Veilborn were not one species in the way wolves, vampires, witches or fae are species. They were remnants of something that survived behind the veil between worlds, creatures that learned to wear flesh, feed on current and bend instinct. Their bodies were not strong at first, but their power lay in influence, hunger, desire and obedience. They could scent weakness in bloodlines, enter dreams, twist lust into loyalty and make men mistake enslavement for devotion.”My fingers tightened around my stomach without thinking.Dax noticed, and his hand moved over mine under the water, steadying me before he continued.“At first, we thought their return was a passing disturbance. A few corrupted wolves near the border. Some missing females. Males fighting each other over women they could not even remember clearly afterward

Ciara’s pov.I believed him and that was what made it sadder.“When Jasper returned to the human realm,” Dax continued, “he wanted to find his real family. His mother, distant relatives, anyone connected to the life he lost before I found him. I helped him. I located them, brought his mother and those who could be brought safely under Blackthorne protection. I gave them homes, money, position, and safety. In the human realm, people began assuming Jasper was my blood son and his mother was an ex-wife or former mistress I had hidden away.”I blinked. “And you let them believe that?”“It did not harm me.”“It helped Jasper.”“Yes.” His eyes darkened. “It gave him legitimacy.”I stared at him, stunned by the full ugliness of it.Jasper had been given everything.Not a perfect life, no, because none of these people lived perfect lives, but he had been given chances most people would have killed for. He had been saved from a syndicate, brought into a powerful house, defended against those