บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant For My Father-in-Law: บทที่ 281 - บทที่ 290

Ciara’s POVI woke with a dull ache sitting behind my eyes and the uncomfortable heaviness that came from sleeping badly even after finally getting a few hours of rest. For a moment, I remained still beneath the blanket, staring at the pale morning light slipping through the curtains while my head slowly caught up with the fact that I was awake.Then the headache throbbed again.I pressed my fingers against my temple and groaned softly.Ella immediately looked up from where she had been arranging something near the small table. “Madam? Are you alright?”“My head hurts.”Concern crossed her face at once. She abandoned whatever she was doing and came towards me, touching the back of her hand gently against my forehead before apparently deciding I was not dying. “You need your tonic. The doctor said you should take it when you wake, especially after you didn’t eat much yesterday. Wait here..”I gave her a tired smile. “I’m not going anywhere.”“I’ll be quick.”She disappeared through the

Jasper’s POVFor a long moment after Ciara disappeared around the corner, I remained exactly where she had left me, surrounded by flowers that suddenly looked ridiculous scattered across the polished floor. One stem had broken beneath my shoe, another had rolled almost to the wall, and petals lay everywhere like the remains of an apology nobody wanted. I looked down at them and almost laughed, although there was nothing funny about any of this. I had genuinely thought bringing her favourite flowers might help, not fix everything, because I was no longer arrogant enough to believe years of damage could be repaired with something bought and arranged, but perhaps remind her that I still knew her. That I still remembered the small things. Instead, she had looked at me like remembering those things no longer gave me any right to use them.That hurt more than I wanted to admit. Her words kept replaying in my head, especially the part about not bringing my unfinished shit to her doorstep a

Ciara’s POVThe first thing I remembered was blood.Not where it came from or whose body had spilled it or even where I was standing. There was simply blood everywhere, dark beneath a sky that did not look like any sky I had ever seen, soaking through black soil and running between broken stones in thin streams. Smoke burned somewhere nearby, thick enough to sting my eyes, while screams came from every direction at once. Some sounded human and others did not. I tried to move, but the strange thing was that I already was moving. My body knew exactly what it was doing even though my mind did not. My hands rose, fingers spread, and something violet exploded from them with enough force to tear through three shadowy figures rushing towards me.I should have been terrified.Instead, I laughed.The sound coming from my throat made fear crawl over my skin because it was my voice, yet it carried something I did not recognise in myself. It was colder and almost delighted by the violence sur

Ciara’s POVFor several seconds, I forgot how to breathe.Whatever stood in front of me was Inara, and somehow, at the same time, it was not the Inara I had known all these years. The creature filled more space than something born from a human body should have been capable of filling, its shoulders almost level with my chest even on all fours, its presence pressing into the room so heavily that everything suddenly felt smaller around it. At first glance, it resembled a wolf, but the longer I stared, the less that explanation made sense. Wolves did not have bodies built like ancient war beasts. Her fur was thick and impossibly smooth, dark beneath the afternoon light, but beautiful streaks of burning orange ran along her sides, curling over her shoulders and down her legs in patterns too perfect to be natural. They almost looked painted into her skin by fire itself, brightening faintly every time she breathed.And her eyes...Goddess.Those eyes were nothing like anything I had ever s

Author’s POVLong after Ayla left the room, the ancient book remained open on the table.She had told them they were free to study it, even suggested they look through the surrounding pages in case something else felt familiar, before leaving with an almost careless warning not to damage it because some of the pages were older than several modern supernatural kingdoms. Inara had watched her leave with narrowed eyes and waited until the bedroom door closed completely before looking back at the book.Something about the entire situation still bothered her.Ayla had been helpful. Too helpful actually, perhaps, though Inara knew that alone was not enough reason to suspect someone. She had destroyed the arena footage before it could spread, hidden Inara’s transformation from supernatural authorities and brought them the first solid evidence that whatever she had become had existed long before she was born. Those were not small things. Yet Inara had never forgotten what Ciara told her abou