บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant For My Father-in-Law: บทที่ 301 - บทที่ 310

Ella’s POVThe room was too quiet, and I had started hating every inch of it.I sat on the floor beside the narrow bed with my back pressed against the wall, my knees drawn up and my fingers locked together so tightly they hurt. My eyes burned from crying, throat felt raw from shouting earlier, and I had long since stopped trying the door because nothing happened no matter how hard I pulled at the handle or how loudly I demanded someone let me out. Whoever had put me here had chosen the room carefully. The place was clean, warm and almost comfortable, which somehow made everything worse. There were no chains, visible guards or obvious signs of violence. Just one locked door and enough silence to leave me alone with every horrible thought in my head.Most of those thoughts were about Madam Ciara.If anything happened to her, I did not know how I would live with myself.Something had felt wrong before she left. I could not explain what exactly. Miss Ayla had behaved normally, maybe eve

Dax’s POVBy the time Asher and I left Ella, I had stopped pretending Ciara’s disappearance might still have an innocent explanation.Ella remembered too much and that's was why Ayla had locked her away.The thought followed me through the estate as Asher disappeared toward the old archive wing to trace the black-and-silver crest. He could barely walk without hiding a stumble every few steps, but telling him to rest would have earned me another insult and probably a knife once he found one. So we divided the work instead. He would find everything connected to Transfer Corridor Seven while I went back through the house and rebuilt Ciara’s last morning from the people who had been there.At least, that was the plan but it became clear within twenty minutes that the house itself could not remember what happened.The first guard I questioned swore he had seen Ciara upstairs shortly before noon.“You’re certain?”“Yes, Alpha.” He looked nervous but not dishonest. “Lady Ciara passed the wes

Ayla’s POVThe message reached me while Ciara was asleep in the back seat.I read it once, then again, not because I misunderstood the words but because I wanted to be absolutely certain whoever sent them had not decided to ruin my morning with incompetence.Asher escaped containment, Dax is awake and Ella has been recovered.For several seconds, I simply stared at the screen then I locked it trying hard not to let my emotions get the better of meOh yeah, Asher escaped, I had accounted for that possibility. The restraints had never been meant to hold him forever, only long enough to keep him out of the way while Ciara and Inara were moved beyond the human estate and into supernatural territory. Blackthorne blood adapted too quickly for permanent sedation without risking damage I was not willing to inflict on my own brother.Still, I had expected more time, at least another six hours or preferably twelve.Apparently expecting Asher to remain unconscious because modern medicine suggest

Dax’s POVBy the time we reached Morrow Vale, I had already convinced myself we were close and that was the dangerous part.The trail had looked right from the beginning. Old Blackthorne transfer residue clung faintly to the abandoned route, recent enough that even after decades of disuse I could still separate it from the older current buried in the stones. There were marks where heavy vehicles might have passed, enough disturbance around one of the sealed crossings to suggest someone had forced old equipment through, and beneath all of it sat another faint signature I could not immediately place.Everything told me Ayla had come this way so I followed.Asher came with me despite still looking like he should have been in bed threatening medical staff instead of travelling through one of the ugliest abandoned territories left after the war. He had recovered enough to walk without stumbling every few minutes, though I noticed he was quieter than usual. He wasn't calmer exactly cause A

Ciara’s POVI decided the new vehicle was worse than the old one before we had even been on the road for thirty minutes. The seats were harder, the road had somehow become rougher, and every time the tires dropped into another hole, my back reminded me that travelling through ancient supernatural territory while pregnant was one of the stupidest ideas I had agreed to lately. Inara had complained at first too, until Ayla threatened to make both of us walk, and although that shut her up for a few minutes, she eventually started muttering under her breath again about whoever had built the road needing to be dragged back from the dead and forced to fix it properly.Normally, I would have laughed but I was too busy watching Ayla.Something had changed after the relay station. She said there was unusual movement across the supernatural territories and that travelling openly had become unsafe, which sounded reasonable enough until I started noticing all the things she did not explain. Half