All Chapters of Pregnant For My Father-in-Law: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ciara’s POV "Interesting." Dr. Voss mumbled as he documented everything I was explaining. It took a lot of courage for me to be here but saving my marriage comes first. I still find it bewildering that Jasper still helped me despite knowing the shit I had done with his father... again! He's too good to me and this is the least I can do. "So what do you think is wrong with me and what's the solution?" I asked calmly, watching the doctor scribbling down with great eagerness “This…” Dr. Voss paused, pen hovering over his notebook, eyes flicking up to meet mine with something between clinical fascination and genuine unease. “This is very unique. I’ve come across cross-breeding cases before, rare, yes, humans carrying werewolf young but yours is… miraculous. Dominant Alpha seed in a human womb. First documented case I’ve personally encountered. And judging from what you’ve explained to me…” He set the pen down slowly, like he needed both hands free to handle what came next. I

Ciara’s POV “What happened with your father?” I asked Jasper, voice low as I helped him change into a fresh black shirt.The old one had been ruined, blood-soaked and was already in a heap on the floor. His wound had been stitched by one of the villa doctors, neat, tight black threads across the deep gash, already looking half-healed thanks to whatever healing shit they gave him. Still, every time I saw it, fresh anger twisted in my gut.Jasper chuckled low, and almost amused as he shrugged the new shirt over his shoulders.“Nothing much. He came to check on you. I stood in his way. Said something about you being my wife and all… and he lost his shit. Swung. Well, I didn’t dodge in time.”He said it so casually, like it was just another Tuesday.I frowned, still angry, and still shaking from the adrenaline crash.“Don’t worry,” he added quickly, catching my expression. “I’m used to him. Dad has zero control over his anger. It’s not the first time he’ll lose his shit and injure someon

Ciara’s POVDax smiled at me, a small, sad, almost gentle smile and something inside my chest twisted so hard I nearly gasped. I forced an awkward chuckle and sank back into my seat, trying to look calm, and collected, like I hadn’t just jumped up like a desperate child at the mention of a “third option.”Damn… was my desperation to keep my marriage that obvious?“Love, calm down,” Jasper murmured, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on my back. “Don’t interrupt Father again, okay?”I nodded quickly, too quickly and glanced at Dax with a shy, awkward little smile.“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.He shook his head once, so soft, and forgiving.“It’s okay, little…” He caught himself mid-word, jaw tightening for a split second. “Sorry. Ciara. I mean Ciara.”The correction hit like a quiet slap.Why did it hurt so much?I’d told him to stop calling me little moon. I’d slapped him twice today. I should be relieved he listened. I should be proud I drew the line.But instead… it felt like he’d

Dax’s POV“Dax…”My name slipped from her lips soft, sleepy, and barely a breath and my whole body tensed beside the bed.I stood frozen in the shadows of her room, moonlight cutting sharp lines across her sleeping face. She was curled on her side, one hand resting protectively over her small belly, dark hair fanned across the pillow like spilled ink. Even in sleep she looked… fragile. Beautiful. MINE.The word hit me like a claw to the chest.All I wanted, every feral instinct screaming in my blood was to crawl onto that bed, pull her against me, bury my face in her neck, and claim her.Sink my teeth into the soft skin where her pulse fluttered, knot her deep, mark her so thoroughly no one, especially not my pathetic adopted human son, would ever dare look at her again.“Then do it, you fool!” Storm snarled inside my skull, voice raw and furious. “She’s special. Designed just for you. She’s carrying our pup, you idiot, and you’re willing to leave her alone here? With him? Let him be

Ciara’s POVI fucked my father-in-law… again.And guess what?I wasn’t drowning in guilt this time.No choking shame clawing up my throat. No sick twist in my stomach forcing me to scrub his scent off my skin like it was poison. No frantic voice in my head screaming..what have you done?Instead, when my eyes fluttered open to cold sheets and an empty side of the bed, all I felt was disappointment.A sharp, quiet and aching one.He was gone.No warm body curled around mine. No low growl rumbling in my ear. No possessive hand splayed wide over my belly like he was guarding what was his. Just… absence.I sat up slowly, sheets pooling around my waist, my body deliciously sore in ways that made my thighs clench at the memory. My inner muscles fluttered, still tender, and still full of him. Slick and cum leaked out when I shifted, soaking the bed beneath me in a sticky reminder of last night. The scent of us, pine smoke, raw sex, and milk hung heavy in the air like a claim that refused to f