Todos los capítulos de Pregnant For My Father-in-Law: Capítulo 321 - Capítulo 326

Asher's pov.Taking in a deep breath, I crouched beside the chair and reached for the remaining cuff, but the second my fingers touched the metal, my wolf snarled at the restraint so violently that claws pushed through. “Move your hand,” I told her, already gripping the damaged lock.Inara looked down at the cuff, then slowly back at me with the deeply offended expression of somebody whose brain was moving three seconds behind everything else. “My hand is attached to me.”“Very observant.”“I’m drugged, not stupid,” she slurred, which would have sounded more convincing if she had not nearly missed my face while trying to glare at me.“Debatable.”A low chuckle escaped me, and she tried laughing too, but the sound came out weak and uneven. That killed my amusement immediately. I tore the first cuff apart, then the second, before moving to the restraint across her chest. The old Blackthorne seals fought harder there, but half the system had already been damaged by whatever she had done

Ciara’s POVThe lights died halfway down the corridor.One second, I was being moved between four guards with my wrists still restrained and a portable suppression frame humming somewhere behind me, and the next, everything went black. Somebody cursed. Another guard shouted for emergency power, then the suppression field around me flickered so violently that pain shot through my arms and purple current burst beneath my skin before I could stop it.I gasped and stumbled.The guard beside me grabbed my elbow. “Keep moving.”“Get your fucking hands off me.”He ignored me and pulled harder, but the darkness had changed something inside the corridor. The pressure that had been crushing my current for hours weakened in short bursts, and each time it did, something inside me pushed back harder. Purple light flickered over my fingers and climbed beneath my skin like it had been waiting for one mistake.Then shouting came from somewhere above.It wasn't the guards but the sound of fighting.So

Inara’s POVBy the time Asher and I reached the lower level, I was half leaning on him and half pretending I was not.The drugs were still crawling through my body, making my legs heavy and my head feel like somebody had packed it with wet sand, but fear kept dragging me forward. I had stopped caring how much blood I had lost or whether my vision blurred every few steps. Ciara was somewhere down here. That was enough.Then I saw Dax.He was standing in front of a sealed wall at the end of the corridor, punching it hard enough to shake dust loose from the ceiling. His knuckles were split open, blood running down his fingers, but the wall did not move but he hit it again anyway.And again.Men were spread through the lower passage pulling panels apart, checking old markings, shouting over one another while Marcus barked orders from behind them. Somebody was trying to cut through the stone. Somebody else was tracing the current embedded in it.None of that mattered, I looked behind Dax b