All Chapters of His rejected curvy secret : Chapter 131 - Chapter 135

Faye I knew something was wrong long before anyone said it out loud, because the land itself felt different beneath my feet, like a heartbeat that had lost its rhythm and was struggling to remember how to continue. The central clearing, which had always been a place of quiet strength and balance, now carried a faint, unsettling heaviness that clung to the air and refused to lift. I crouched near the edge of the grass, brushing my fingers lightly over the blades, and my chest tightened as I watched the green fade into something darker, something wrong. The tips of the grass had begun to turn black, not burned, not frozen, but corrupted in a way that felt alive and creeping. It spread slowly, almost patiently, as though it knew it had time. “This is spreading faster than we thought,” Elara said from behind me, her voice steady but strained in a way she could not quite hide. I rose to my feet and turned toward her, watching as she moved between the healers gathered in the clearin

Faye The moment I stepped into the clearing around the old oak, I felt it in my bones that we were already too late in some way, even though the ritual had just begun. The tree stood like something ancient and wounded, its massive trunk wrapped in fading light that trembled as if it was struggling to remember its own strength. Black veins of corruption crawled across the bark and spread into the roots beneath our feet, and every step closer felt like walking deeper into something that wanted to swallow us whole. The baby pressed against my chest was the only steady thing in that place. Her warmth anchored me when everything else felt unstable. The Lunaris echo inside her pulsed in slow, deliberate waves, each one spilling faint silver light outward and feeding directly into the ritual forming around the oak. I could already feel it working, the way the land responded to her presence, the way the corruption recoiled in small but visible fractures. Elara stood at my side, he

Faye’s pov I came back to awareness in fragments, as if my mind had been scattered and slowly pulled together again from somewhere far away. The first thing I felt was weight—heavy, pressing, and real—and then the second was silence. Not the silence of peace, but the kind that steals something from you while you are still conscious enough to notice it. The Lunaris echo was gone. For the first time since it had awakened inside the baby, I could not feel it at all. There was no warmth of silver light beneath my skin, no gentle pulse responding to my heartbeat, no protective hum that had become as natural to me as breathing. It was as if something fundamental had been cut away, leaving only the hollow awareness of its absence. My fingers tightened instinctively around the baby before I even fully opened my eyes. She was still there. But the connection that had once surrounded us both had been severed completely. When my vision finally cleared, I saw the dome. It surrounded us