Semua Bab Pregnant For My Father-in-Law: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Ciara’s POVI woke up with a loud yawn and the first thing that hit me was the rich scent of food. My eyes snapped open and I froze for a second, disoriented, before reality slowly settled back into place. Servants were already standing around the room like silent statues waiting for my first move. Some held trays covered with silver lids, steam curling lazily into the air. Others stood beside racks of clothes that looked too expensive to even touch. The curtains were half drawn, letting in soft morning light that painted everything gold and unreal.The moment I pushed myself up, they all bowed.“Good morning, Madam.”Their voices were calm, respectful and perfectly trained. It still felt strange hearing that word directed at me like I actually belonged in this world.Seeing them like this made something in me soften and I couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto my lips. I’d been receiving this kind of treatment since I got discharged two days ago and no matter how many times

Ciara’s POV“I’m waiting, Ciara.”Dax’s voice cut through the noise in my head and I blinked, forcing my expression to stay steady even though inside me thoughts were crashing into each other like drunk cars on a rainy highway. He stood there watching me with that terrifying calm he always wore when he was seconds away from doing something irreversible, his posture relaxed, hands behind his back like a king waiting for tribute while a woman’s life literally hung in the balance at his feet.I swallowed slowly and glanced down at Vivienne who was still on the marble, mascara streaked across her face like war paint gone wrong, her lips trembling, chest heaving, eyes darting between me and Dax like she was trying to guess which one of us would be her executioner.The deep, vicious, honest part of me wanted to walk over, press the barrel of a gun to her forehead, and pull the trigger. Because I knew. I fucking knew she’d helped Jasper. Maybe not with the poison itself, but she’d known. Sh

Ciara’s POVI stared at the people on the floor and staggered backward, my mind still trying to process the sight of powerful men kneeling like criminals awaiting execution. My heel caught on the edge of the rug and I started to tip...Strong arms slid around my shoulders from behind, steadying me instantly. That familiar scent...pine, smoke, leather, and something darker and warmer wrapped around me.“Careful, little moon,” Dax murmured against my ear, voice low and rough. “Don’t hurt yourself. Or the pup.”My heart did that stupid little jump I hated so much, the one that made my stomach flip and my cheeks heat even though I knew better. I steadied myself and mumbled a quick “Thanks,” and stepped sideways just enough to put a sliver of space between us. Eyes were on me. Dozens of them and I could feel the weight.Dax didn’t let go completely. His hand stayed at the small of my back lightly and possessively, a silent claim that said she’s mine without him needing to speak a word bu

Dax’s pov.I dried off roughly, jaw locked so tight my teeth ached, then stalked to the wardrobe. Loose black sweatpants and shirt. I needed to move, to burn this fire out before it consumed me. The house was still dark, the night young, but sleep was a joke now. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her, red hair spilling across my pillow, belly rounded with my pup, lips parted on a moan that belonged only to me.I headed for the private gym on the lower level, bare feet silent on the cool floors. The corridors were empty, but my thoughts weren’t. They circled back to Ciara like vultures. That pretty little redhead with fire in her eyes and steel in her spine was turning me into something I didn’t recognize. A man with no control. An Alpha ruled by his dick and his wolf.The taboo was fucking insane.Every reasonable part of me screamed that wanting her was betrayal on every level, blood, loyalty, duty. Jasper had taken the hit of raising a pup that wasn’t his. He’d stood by the agreem

Ciara’s POVMy eyes were fixed on the thick length in my hands.Dax’s cock was… obscene.It was thick, heavy, and brutally long, easily longer and girthier than anything I’d ever seen in the secret porn Inara had always made me watch.The shaft was veined, ridged with power, the skin stretched tight over steel-hard flesh that pulsed hot against my palm. The head was swollen, flushed a deep, angry red, already leaking a steady stream of clear precum that dripped down the underside in thick, shiny trails. These supernatural men were built different, bigger, heavier, made to claim and breed. Even in the dim kitchen light, I could see how monstrous it was. How it twitched and throbbed like it had a heartbeat of its own.And it was leaking for me.A shaky breath left me. My fingers trembled as I wrapped them tighter around the base, they barely met. Precum oozed from the slit, warm and slippery. On pure instinct, I rubbed my thumb over the sensitive head, spreading the slick fluid all ove