All Chapters of Rejected and Pregnant: The Alpha King’s Forbidden Heir : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

I found him.The words came from inside Aira’s body, but the voice was not the baby’s anymore, not fully. It carried the weight of the father beneath the floor, low and broken and impossibly close, and that was what made Aira’s blood run cold. Kael shuddered violently in her arms, the blackness in his eye flaring once more as if the root gate had been waiting for that voice to strike him open again. Aira refused to let it. She pressed both hands against his chest, pushed her forehead to his, and forced every memory she had of him, every moment of his tenderness, every fierce promise, every time he had held her like she mattered more than the house, through the bond between them. “Kael,” she whispered, trembling but fierce, “stay with me. You are here. You are with me. Do not follow that voice.” His breath came ragged and rough, but she felt him hear her. Felt him reach for her. The blackness in his eye did not disappear, but it hesitated, trapped by the warmth she was feeding him. The

Aira did not let go of Kael when the thing with his face rose higher from the darkness beneath the floor. She could feel him trembling against her, feel the corruption in his blood surging again at the sight of that impossible face, but she kept both hands over his chest and pushed harder into the bond until it felt like her own heart was trying to beat inside his ribs. “Kael,” she whispered, her voice shaking but fierce, “look at me. Stay with me. You are not what is under the floor. You are not his shadow. You are here, with me.” His breath came ragged and broken, and the blackness at the edge of his eye shivered like smoke caught in wind. The tiny hand in his palm twitched once, then stilled. The baby inside her answered with a bright pulse, and that pulse rolled through the bond like fire, warming the space between them just enough for her to feel the real man beneath the corruption still fighting to surface.The father beneath the floor stared upward with a face stripped raw by g

The hand rising from the black opening was Aira’s own hand.She knew it instantly because the mark on the wrist was the same mark burning on her own skin, the same broken ring shape the house had been teaching her to fear since the first door opened. For one terrible heartbeat she forgot how to breathe. Kael went rigid beside her, the blackness at the edge of his eye surging again as if the sight of her own hand climbing out of the floor had struck some buried fracture in his blood. Aira did not let him fall. She slapped both palms over his chest and shoved herself into the bond with everything she had left, every memory of his voice, every moment he had held her like she mattered more than the world, every fierce promise that had kept her alive when the house tried to swallow her whole. “Kael,” she whispered, shaking but unbroken, “stay with me. Do not listen to the thing below. You are here with me.” His breath came out ragged and raw. The blackness in his eye shivered. The tiny han

Aira heard the voice below the floor call her my daughter, and something in her chest went cold enough to hurt. Kael shuddered in her arms, the blackness at the edge of his eye trembling like a bruise being pressed from inside, and Aira did not let herself panic. She tightened both hands over his chest and forced herself deeper into the bond, pouring heat, memory, and stubborn love through the space between them until the corruption had no choice but to slow. “Kael,” she whispered, her forehead pressed to his, “stay with me. You are here. You are with me. Do not listen to the voice under the house.” His breath came in a rough, broken pull. She could feel the strain in him, the violence of the root gate trying to use the sound of his father’s voice as a knife inside his blood. But he was still fighting. She could feel that too, and she clung to it like a handhold over a cliff. The baby inside her answered with a bright pulse, and the bond flared hot enough to burn the darkness back ano

The words came out of her mother’s mouth in Kael’s father’s voice, low and calm and terrible, and Aira felt Kael shudder so hard in her arms that her own bones seemed to ring. The first body is ready. The blackness at the edge of his eye surged again, hungry for the crack that fear could make, but Aira would not let it take him. She slammed both hands over his chest and pushed herself into the bond with everything she had left, all the warmth of every touch, every promise, every time he had carried her through terror and made her believe she could survive it. “Kael,” she whispered, her voice shaking but fierce, “stay with me. You are here. You are not the thing below. Look at me.” His breath came out ragged and painful. The tiny hand in his palm twitched once, then stilled. The baby inside her answered with a bright pulse that rolled through the bond like fire finding dry wood, and for one unbearable second she felt him hear her. Not all the way. Not safely. But enough for the blackne