Semua Bab Rejected and Pregnant: The Alpha King’s Forbidden Heir : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Cold dragged Aira back to consciousness in slow, punishing waves. It crawled through her bones first, then into her fingers, then deeper until even her teeth felt numb. For a few seconds she could not remember where she was, only that everything hurt. Then her ankle flared with sharp pain when she tried to move, and the memory came back all at once. The Alpha platform. The rejection. The elder’s voice. The guards reaching for her stomach. The forest. Running. Falling. Surviving only because she had refused to die where they wanted her to. Aira sucked in a shaky breath and forced herself upright, each movement sending a hot sting through her injured leg. The forest around her was silent, but it was not the kind of silence that promised peace. It was the silence of something waiting. Pale morning light leaked through the trees in thin silver bars, catching on the wet leaves and turning every branch into a blade. Aira looked over her shoulder, then slowly around the clearing, and found no

Snow fell softly over the capital, blanketing the stone towers and the council hall in a clean white silence that made the city look innocent enough to hide its sins. Alpha King Kael stood alone on the high balcony above it, his dark cloak stirring in the wind, but he barely felt the cold. His attention was fixed inward, caught on a strange pressure in his chest that had begun as irritation and had grown into something deeper, stranger, and far harder to ignore. It was not pain. It was not fear. It was a pull, low and insistent, like a thread in his blood had been tugged suddenly tight. Kael narrowed his eyes at the city below and tried to name the feeling, but all he could think of was that the disturbance had started on the same day the council quietly removed one report from the agenda. Rejected female. Lower pack. Pregnant. The words returned to him with unwelcome clarity. Kael did not like missing information. He liked even less the fact that something small and supposedly routi

Aira woke before dawn with the hard certainty that she was not alone. The feeling was not loud. It did not come with footsteps or voices or the snap of a branch outside the inn. It came like pressure in the air, like a hand closing slowly around the back of her neck while she still lay on the thin pallet near the kitchen fire. Her eyes opened at once, and for a moment she did not move. She listened instead. The inn breathed around her in the dark, wood shifting softly as the cold worked through the beams, someone snoring faintly upstairs, embers glowing red under a veil of ash. Nothing sounded wrong. Nothing looked wrong. And yet the silence felt sharpened, as if the whole building had leaned in to listen with her. Aira pressed one hand over her stomach and felt the small warmth there answer, steady and faint, a quiet pulse that made her throat tighten. “I know,” she whispered under her breath. “I feel it too.” She did not know whether she meant the child or the fear, only that both

The estate revealed itself slowly, as if it had no wish to be seen by anyone who did not already know how to look for it. Aira noticed the details before anything else. The trees around the grounds were spaced too evenly to be natural, leaving no easy shadows and no blind corners. The stone ridges near the path were not decorative, but strategic, shaped to break sightlines and block movement. There were no bright banners snapping in the wind, no ceremonial torches, no guards standing in stiff rows to advertise power. Everything was quiet. Controlled. Hidden in plain sight. That restraint unsettled her more than a fortress ever could have. Open power could be challenged. Quiet power meant confidence. It meant the kind of strength that did not need to be seen to be enforced. “This is not the palace,” Aira said softly as they crossed the outer path. Kael did not look at her at first. His gaze stayed on the gates ahead, on the guards standing with disciplined stillness, on the way the la

The summons arrived before noon, and Aira knew it was trouble before anyone even spoke. The atmosphere in the estate had changed by the time she woke fully, as if the walls themselves had learned to hold their breath. Servants moved more quietly through the halls. Guards appeared in pairs instead of one. Footsteps softened. Voices lowered. Even the air felt tighter, more careful, as though the whole place understood that something had been brought here that the council did not like and could not yet touch. When a maid finally knocked on her door, her expression was respectful but strained, and that alone told Aira enough. “The Alpha Council requests your presence, Lady Aira.” Requests from the council were never requests. Aira closed her eyes for one brief second and pressed a hand to her stomach. The answer came back at once, that steady warmth she had begun to recognize as the only thing in the world that never lied to her. It anchored her. Not enough to make her calm, but enough