Alle Kapitel von Rejected and Pregnant: The Alpha King’s Forbidden Heir : Kapitel 141 – Kapitel 150

Malik’s scream tore through the house like a knife.Everyone in the chamber froze.Even Corvin.Even the thing in the basin.Aira’s head snapped up toward the ceiling at once, her seal flaring hot enough to make her gasp. The scream had not sounded like pain alone. It had sounded like shock. Like something had reached Malik before he expected it to.Kael was already turning toward the stairs. “Marcus.”Marcus did not wait for more. He moved first, blade in hand, face hard enough to cut stone. Theron was right behind him. Rowan grabbed Mira and shoved her toward the wall, still trying to keep her out of the line of whatever came next.Aira could feel it through the bond now. Not just the chamber below. Not just the basin. Something upstairs. Moving fast. Wrongly fast. A second presence had already slipped through the house’s hidden seams and found its way to the upper halls.And it was not alone.The basin woman’s hands trembled over the black liquid. “No,” she whispered. “It should no

The moment Aira touched the black ring, the house convulsed.Every light in the corridor burst red at once, then died. The ceiling crack widened with a sharp, tearing sound, and Elder Soren’s voice changed into something ancient and cold, rolling down through the opening like it had been waiting to be heard.“Now the house knows its heir.”Aira snatched her hand back, but it was too late.The ring had already burned a mark into her skin.Not a wound.A symbol.Small. Dark. Living.Her seal answered violently, and she cried out, staggering into Kael’s chest as the bond flared so hard it felt like her ribs might split. Kael caught her instantly, his arms locking around her with desperate force.“Aira.”His voice was raw now. Frightened.She could feel it through him, through every hard line of his body. He was trying to stay calm for her, but the terror was there, burning beneath his control. The baby kicked hard, then went still, as if the child had felt the change too.The black ring

It was her face.Aira’s breath vanished so completely it felt like her lungs had forgotten how to work.The thing climbing out of the seam had her eyes, her mouth, the shape of her cheekbones, even the faint scar near her jaw she had gotten as a child. Not a stranger wearing her likeness. Not a trick of smoke or shadow. Her. Or something made from her. Something that had waited under the house long enough to learn her shape.Kael went rigid beside her.Then the crimson power around him exploded.The corridor flashed red so hard the walls seemed to shake under the force of it. “Get away from her!”The thing in the floor smiled.Aira felt the seal in her chest lurch violently, as though something inside her blood had just recognized its reflection and hated what it found.Rowan stumbled backward and swore. “Nope. Absolutely not. That is not okay. That is never okay.”Marcus was already moving, blade lifted, body angled between the seam and the others. Theron crouched low, ready to strik

The black ring in Aira’s palm split with a burst of white-hot light.She cried out and nearly dropped it, but the thing did not fall. It hovered above her skin, trembling violently, the dark metal cracking open along its center like an egg shell under pressure. A pulse slammed through the corridor, hard enough to throw dust from the ceiling and make the house groan above them.Kael grabbed her wrist immediately. “Aira!”“I’m here—” The words broke in her throat as pain flared up her arm.The ring widened again.And from inside it came a sound that made every living thing in the corridor freeze.A child laughing.Not the first child in the floor.Not the baby in her womb.A third voice.Thin. Wet. Wrong.Rowan went pale. “Absolutely not. There should not be a laugh in that ring.”Marcus stepped forward, blade raised, eyes locked on the light burning out of the ring’s center. “What is inside it?”Corvin had gone rigid. “Put it down.”Aira turned on him, fury and pain colliding so hard s

“Take the mother.”The words came from everywhere at once.From the child in the floor.From the child in the ceiling.From the black thread binding Aira’s wrist to both of them.Her whole body locked.Kael’s roar tore through the corridor a second later, pure fury and fear. Crimson power exploded around him so violently the wall beside the seam cracked and dust rained down in a choking cloud.“Over my dead body!”But the house did not listen.The black thread snapped tighter.Aira cried out as it burned into her skin, pulling in two directions at once. One force dragged her downward toward the thing in the floor wearing her face. The other jerked her upward toward the crack in the ceiling where Mira’s terrified silhouette flickered behind smoke and black light. Her own wrist felt like it was being torn from her arm.“Kael—” Her voice broke.He caught her before her knees hit the floor, one arm around her waist, the other braced against the pull trying to tear her away from him. His f