Alle Kapitel von Rejected and Pregnant: The Alpha King’s Forbidden Heir : Kapitel 151 – Kapitel 160

“Aira.”The voice rose from beneath the house in her own voice.Aira went cold all over.For one impossible second, time stopped. The floor had split open beneath her feet, the ceiling had yanked upward through the black thread around her wrist, and Kael was lunging toward her with his face twisted in terror—but none of it mattered, because the voice coming from the dark sounded exactly like her.Not just similar.Exact.Her breath vanished in her throat. “No…”The root voice beneath the house answered in the same tone, the same softness, the same cadence she had heard in her own head a thousand times.“Come home.”Kael caught her arm before the seam could swallow her whole. His crimson power burst outward, slamming into the opening like a wall of fire. “Aira! Hold on!”She tried.God, she tried.But the pull was unbearable now. Upward from the ceiling. Downward from the floor. The black thread around her wrist burned like it was branding her from the inside out. Her unborn child kick

Aira forgot how to breathe.The face rising from the black seam was her mother’s.Not a likeness.Not a trick of smoke.Her mother.Pale. Bloodied. Hollow-eyed. Her dark hair hung in wet strands over her cheeks, and her mouth trembled as if she had been trapped somewhere beneath the house for years and had only now been allowed to remember how to be human.Kael went still beside Aira, every muscle in his body locking hard enough to make the air around him crack with crimson light.“Aira,” he said, but his voice sounded distant, as if he were calling to her from underwater.Her chest tightened until it hurt.No.No, this was impossible.Her mother had died when she was a child. Buried. Mourned. Gone.And yet the woman in the seam lifted her head, looked straight at Aira, and whispered in a voice so broken it nearly shattered her heart.“My daughter.”Aira stumbled forward before she could stop herself.Kael caught her wrist instantly. “Don’t.”She turned on him with tears already blurr

The Eyes Under Her SkinCorvin’s voice coming from her mother’s body shattered the last fragile piece of control Aira had left.“Now the line is ready.”Kael’s crimson power flared so violently the corridor flashed red. Marcus stepped in front of the stairwell. Rowan swore under his breath. Theron’s blade lifted. Even the basin woman looked shaken now, her face pale as she stared at the woman half-risen from the seam.Aira could barely move.The hand still locked around her ankle was ice-cold and unmoving. Her mother’s face was wet with tears, her eyes wide and pleading even as that wrong voice rolled out of her mouth.Kael’s hand clamped around Aira’s waist. “Aira, don’t look at it.”She was already looking.Because beneath the fear, beneath the horror, there was something else.Recognition.Not from the thing in her mother’s body.From her mother.The woman in the seam strained as if fighting against something deeper than flesh. Her lips trembled, then moved again, and this time her

The words inside Aira’s womb sent a wave of ice through her whole body.The door is already open.Her breath locked in her chest. Kael felt the change in her instantly and tightened his arm around her waist, as if he could stop the world from splitting by holding her harder.“Aira,” he said, voice rough with fear.She could not answer.Because the seal in her chest had just turned hot, then cold, then hot again, as if something inside her had taken hold of a lock and begun to turn it.The room felt wrong.Not just dangerous.Wrong in the way a body feels wrong when a knife has gone in too deep and no one has seen it yet.Her mother was still half trapped in the seam, her face pale and wet with tears. “Aira, listen to me,” she whispered. “Do not let the child follow the voice below.”The thing in the floor smiled with Aira’s face.“It already has.”Mira let out a choked sob behind Kael. Rowan looked pale enough to faint. Marcus kept his blade raised, but his eyes had fixed on Aira’s st

The mark on the new child’s wrist made Aira forget how to move.It glowed through the blood in thin red light, clear as a brand, and for one sickening second she understood that she had seen that mark before. Not in the house. Not in the chamber. In herself. Or rather, in the version of herself that had stood at the black gate with empty eyes.Kael’s hand tightened around her waist as if he could hold her together by force alone. “Aira, look at me.”She did.His face was strained with fear, his jaw tight, crimson power trembling along his arms as he fought not to lose control. He was terrified, but he was still here. Still holding on. That was the only reason she did not break apart on the spot.The thing in the seam smiled with her face. “There. Now you understand.”Aira’s mother strained against the dark opening, tears streaking her face. “Do not let it speak through you,” she whispered. “Aira, please.”But Aira could not stop staring at the wrist in the seam.The mark was not just