All Chapters of Pregnant For My Father-in-Law: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ciara’s POVMy whole body was burning with needs so bad I wanted to scream.The duvet felt like a furnace against my skin, it was too heavy, too soft, too everything.I’d kicked it off twice already, only to drag it back when the cool air of the room made my nipples tighten into painful little peaks. I was naked, completely naked.The silk sheets slid over my body like a lover’s hands that weren’t there, teasing every inch of oversensitive skin. I’d bathed three times tonight, hot water first, scalding, trying to burn the ache out of me then cold, gasping as ice water shocked my system, then lukewarm, slow and hopeless, hoping the steam would at least dull the fire.It didn’t.Nothing did.The heat was inside me.Deep and relentless.The pup’s energy thrummed low and restless in my core, hungry, needy, and calling for the one thing it knew would satisfy it. The one thing I couldn’t have.Dax.His name alone sent a fresh wave of slick pooling between my thighs. I clenched hard and usel

Ciara’s POVThe sound of birds chirping filtered into my ears, it was soft, distant, and I felt it mocking and I smiled before I even opened my eyes. A small, sleepy curve of my lips, warm and safe, the kind of smile that only comes when your body still remembers being held like something precious.I slowly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.High, ornate, the same ceiling I’d stared at for a week plus now, it was cold, and indifferent, watching me bleed quietly while I pretended to be the perfect wife.Memories of last night filtered through my mind slowly, golden, perfect.Dax’s arms around me.His scent pine, smoke, and leather wrapping me like a blanket.His voice rough, low and calling me little moon.His cock, thick, hot, and stretching me until I forgot how to breathe.The knot that locked us tight.The way he’d groaned my name like a prayer while he filled me.The way I’d sobbed into his neck, begging him never to leave again.The way he’d promised.'Never.'I smiled mor

Ciara’s POVThe smell of food hit me like a drug the second I stepped out of the shower, it was bacon, eggs, fresh bread, coffee so strong it could wake the dead. My stomach clenched hard, a violent, empty spasm that made me clutch the towel tighter around my wet body. I’d barely eaten this morning.I didn’t bother drying my hair properly. I just threw on the first thing I could grab, a loose black hoodie that hung to mid-thigh and a pair of soft leggings. Bare feet slapped against the cold marble as I rushed downstairs, heart racing with something dangerously close to hope. Food. Real food. Maybe today, those two aren't home. I took the last few stairs fast, hand sliding on the banister for balance.And then I saw him.Jasper.Standing at the bottom, arms crossed, dressed in a crisp black shirt and slacks like he was about to walk into a boardroom instead of his own kitchen. That sweet smile was already plastered on, too wide, too perfect, and too fake.“Hello wifey,” he called, vo

Ciara’s POV(A Week Later)My legs were shaking so badly I could feel the tremor in my knees with every step, and my heart was hammering against my ribcage like it wanted out fast, frantic and loud enough that I was sure the walls could hear it. I moved quickly but carefully through the dim service corridor, the one the maids used to bring trays up without being seen, the one Jasper never bothered to monitor because he thought I was too broken to try anything anymore. My bare feet slapped softly against the cold tile, each sound making me flinch even though I knew no one was close enough to hear.This was the chance I’d waited for, days of planning in whispers to myself, nights of lying awake calculating risks while the pup fluttered restlessly and weak inside me, as if it knew we were running out of time. I just needed to contact Inara or my parents. Explain everything. Tell them the truth, the slaps, the starvation, the isolation, the way Jasper had let another man put his mouth

Ciara’s POVI stared in horror at the scene before me, my heart twisting so painfully I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and couldn’t even move. The air in the room felt thick and so wrong, like it had turned to glass and was pressing in from all sides, cutting off every path to oxygen. My lungs burned and my vision tunneled until the only thing left in focus was the figure inside what looked like a magical cage, iron bars wrapped in faint, pulsing runes that glowed sickly green, a stone pillar at the center, and those floating stones orbiting him in slow, eerie circles, humming with power I could feel in my teeth.“Big… big brother.”The words slipped out, it was barely a whisper, my voice cracked and trembling.I made to move toward him, more out of instinct and pure desperate need but Jasper’s arm clamped around my waist, yanking me back against his chest so hard the breath punched out of me.“Move an inch forward and you’re dead,” he said, voice low and calm, almost conversatio