All Chapters of My Husband’s Pregnant Mistress Is Also His Fated: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“You lied to me about her.”The words leave my mouth before I can stop them.Sera does not look away.Her face is pale, but steady. “I did.”The answer hits harder than denial.Aria is resting, weak but breathing. Lucian stands near her, silent, watchful. But my eyes are only on Sera.“You stood beside me for years,” I say. “You trained with me. You fought with me. And you lied.”Her voice is low. “I was ordered to.”“By who?”She hesitates.That is enough.“By the council,” I say bitterly.“Yes.”The word feels like betrayal wrapped in silk.I step closer. “Say it clearly.”She swallows. “Your mother may still be alive.”Everything inside me stops.“No.”“Yes.”“No,” I repeat, louder.Sera does not flinch. “They staged her death.”Lucian inhales sharply.I turn on him. “You knew?”His silence answers me.Rage rises fast. Hot. Sharp.“You both knew?” My voice shakes.Lucian steps forward. “We suspected.”“That is not the same.”Sera speaks again. “We did not know where she was kept.”

“She is not the woman you remember.”Lucian says it quietly before I see her.I want to ignore him. I want to believe that memory is stronger than warning. But when she steps forward, I understand.She is alive.And she is not the woman who used to lift me into her arms.“Damon,” she says.Her voice is calm. Steady. Controlled.My chest tightens. For years I dreamed of this moment. I imagined running to her. Falling to my knees. Breaking.Instead, I stand still.“You let me believe you were dead,” I say.Her eyes do not soften. “I had no choice.”“There is always a choice.”She studies me in silence. The same sharp gaze I remember from childhood when I lied about breaking a cup.“You’ve grown,” she says.“I had to.”“For a throne you no longer want,” she replies.The words hit hard.Lucian steps back, giving us space. Aria stands behind me, one hand resting over her stomach.I take a slow breath.“They told me you were buried with honor,” I say. “They held a ceremony.”“They needed th

“You chose power over me.”The words leave my mouth before I can stop them.She does not flinch.“You chose power over me,” I repeat, my voice low but shaking.My mother looks at me as if I am still a boy who does not understand the weight of a crown.“I chose survival,” she answers.“By locking the woman I love inside a chamber you built?”“I locked her inside to keep her alive.”“To control her,” I snap.“To protect the world from what her child will do.”The barrier around Aria glows behind us. I can feel it. I can feel her heartbeat through the sigil carved into my skin. It is uneven. Too fast.“You speak of my son as if he is a weapon,” I say.“He is,” she replies calmly.“He is a child.”“He is power without limit.”Anger surges in me. Hot. Sharp. Dangerous.“You taught me that power must serve people,” I say. “You told me strength is only good when it protects the weak.”“Yes,” she replies.“And now you fear a child who could end tyranny.”“I fear a child who could end balance.

“He is not yours alone.”The voice is inside me.It is not loud. It is not cruel. It is calm.I open my eyes, but I do not see Damon. I do not see the barrier. I feel only a strange stillness.“He is not yours alone,” the voice repeats.My heart beats slowly now. Too slowly.“Who are you?” I whisper.A warmth moves through my body. It is not pain. It is presence.“I am becoming,” the voice answers.My breath shakes.“My son?” I ask.“I am what you call son.”Tears fill my eyes.“You are too small to speak,” I say softly.“I am small in flesh,” the voice replies. “Not in blood.”Fear creeps into my chest.“What are you?” I ask.“I am the end of command.”The words are simple. They are heavy.I close my eyes again.“Why are you hurting me?” I whisper.“I am not hurting you,” the voice says. “The chamber is.”“Why?”“It wants to shape me.”“To weaken you?” I ask.“To bind me.”Anger rises in me.“No one will bind you,” I say firmly.There is silence for a moment.Then images flash throug

“The surrender is not complete,” she says. “The Third Chamber is still unstable.”Aria looks at her.“What does that mean?”“It means,” Sera continues carefully, “if Cassian reaches it before full stabilization, he can reverse the surrender.”I look sharply at Sera.“You were not supposed to know that.”“I listen,” she replies coldly.Aria turns to me slowly.“Reverse it?” she asks.“Yes,” I answered.“And what happens then?”I hesitate again.“Then the dominance returns,” I say.“And our bond?”“May remain fractured.”Her hand presses against her stomach.“So you risked everything,” she whispers, “and it might not even hold?”“It was the only option.”“Was it?” she asks.Her voice grows stronger.“You keep saying you had no choice. But you had one. You could have trusted me.”“I was protecting you.”“From what? A decision?”“From death.”“I would rather face death with you than live without you,” she says.Her words shake me.I step forward.“Do not say that.”“It’s the truth.”“You