Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Husband’s Pregnant Mistress Is Also His Fated: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Something is wrong.The thought hits me before sound or movement. Before instinct even has a name for it. My skin tightens. My pulse sharpens. The hum inside me shifts from steady to alert.“This isn’t over,” I whisper.Lucian’s eyes flick to mine. “You feel it too.”I nod once. I don’t ask what *it* is. I already know.“They’re close,” I say. “Watching.”Lucian’s jaw tightens. “Then we move.”I take one stepAnd everything explodes into motion.Hands grab me. Rough. Fast. Silent.I twist without thinking. My body reacts before my mind catches up. Heat surges through my veins. Gold light flashes.A body hits the floor.I freeze.“What did I just do?” I whisper.Lucian doesn’t answer. He’s already moving.Another figure lunges. Masked. Large. Familiar in the way danger always is.I don’t scream.I strike.My fist connects. The impact shocks me. Not pain. Power.The wolf stumbles back, stunned.“I didn’t know I could do that,” I breathe.Lucian shouts, “Don’t think. Feel.”I do.Everyth

I don’t trust him.The thought settles deep and steady, not loud, not frantic. Just true.Lucian watches me like he already knows that. Like he expects it.“You’re thinking too loudly,” he says.I cross my arms. “Then stop listening.”A corner of his mouth lifts. “If I could, I would.”I don’t look away. “You said there was another secret.”“Yes.”“And you waited.”“Yes again.”“Why?” I demand.“Because timing matters,” Lucian replies. “And you weren’t ready to hear it.”Anger sparks. “You don’t get to decide when I’m ready.”He steps closer, not invading, not retreating. “If I told you everything at once, it would have broken you.”“I don’t break,” I say sharply.His gaze sharpens too. “That’s why you survived.”I exhale. Slow. Controlled.“Say what you came to say,” I tell him.Lucian nods. “I want to train you.”I laugh, sharp and humorless. “Train me like a weapon?”“Like a leader,” he corrects.“I didn’t ask for this power.”“No,” he says. “But it asked for you.”I shake my head.

“They said if I spoke to you again,” she whispered, “I wouldn’t live long enough to give birth.”Something dark stirred in me. Not rage. Something colder.“Who said that?” I asked.She opened her mouth“Enough.”Damon’s voice cut through the air like a blade.I turned. He stood there, his expression hard, his presence filling the space without effort.“You shouldn’t be here,” he said to her. “I told you to stay away.”She flinched.“I had no choice,” she said. “I needed her to know.”“You need to leave,” he replied, his voice controlled but sharp. “Now.”I stepped between them before I even thought about it.“No,” I said. “She stays.”He looked at me. Really looked.“This doesn’t concern you,” he said.I met his gaze. “Everything concerns me now.”His jaw tightened. “Aria.”“She came to me scared,” I said. “I won’t send her away like she’s nothing.”Sera’s breath hitched behind me.“She’s lying,” Damon said quietly. “My family wouldn’t threaten her.”She laughed then. Not loud. Not mo

The answer stared back at me before I was ready to see it.I held my breath. Not because I wanted hope. Not because I wanted fear. I held it because my body already knew.Two lines.Clear. Certain. Unforgiving.My hands trembled as I stared down at the test. I waited for it to change. I waited for my vision to blur enough to make it lie.It didn’t.I swallowed hard. My throat burned.So Sera wasn’t guessing. She wasn’t afraid of anything.They were right.I was pregnant.I lowered myself onto the edge of the bed slowly, like any sharp movement might shatter something inside me. My heart was racing. Too fast. Too loud.A child.My child.And suddenly, everything made sense. The pull in my chest. The strange warmth beneath my skin. The way my power had started responding before my mind could keep up.I pressed my hand over my stomach.Nothing moved. Nothing answered.But I felt it anyway.A quiet presence. Small. Steady.“You’re real,” I whispered.The words tasted dangerous.I wrapped

I refused to let them tear each other apart.“Enough,” I said again.My voice didn’t shake this time.Damon and Lucian stood frozen, the tension thick between them. Both breathing hard. Both ready to strike.I stepped between them. “You don’t threaten each other over me. Not anymore.”Damon’s eyes locked on mine. Dark. Worried. “Get away from him.”Lucian folded his arms. “She’s not a thing you move.”I lifted my chin. “Stop.”They did.Not because they wanted to. Because they had to.I turned to Damon first. “You said the council wants my child.”His jaw tightened.“You don’t deny it,” I said quietly.“That’s not a question you should ask,” he replied.“I will ask it anyway,” I said. “And you will answer.”Lucian watched closely. Silent. Sharp.Damon rubbed a hand over his face. “The council exists to keep balance.”“Balance for who?” I asked.“For the packs,” he said.“And my family?” I pressed. “Was their balance?”His silence burned.“Damon,” I said softly. “Look at me.”He did.“