All Chapters of Rejected and Pregnant: The Alpha King’s Forbidden Heir : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

The moment the baby opened its eyes, Kael gasped as if the breath had been torn from his chest. Aira felt it through the bond at once, a violent shudder moving through him, the blackness at the edge of his eye surging and then faltering as if the thing in his blood had been struck by something it did not know how to name. She did not let go of him. She tightened both hands over his chest and poured herself into the bond with everything she had left, every memory of him, every promise, every moment he had held her when she thought the world would break her apart. “Kael,” she whispered, her voice shaking but fierce, “stay with me. You are here. You are with me. Do not listen to the voice below.” His fingers clenched weakly around her wrists. 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 terrible heartbeat she felt him hear her. Really hear her. The blackness in

Aira felt the hand press back from inside her womb and nearly stopped breathing.The sensation was too real, too impossible, a small deliberate pressure against her palm from the other side of her own body. Kael made a rough sound in his throat and sagged against her for one terrible heartbeat, the blackness at the edge of his eye flaring as the root gate tried to use the shock to pull him under again. Aira did not let it. She tightened both hands over his chest and shoved every ounce of warmth she had into the bond between them, every memory of him, every promise, every fierce moment when he had held her like he would rather break than let the world take her from him. “Kael,” she whispered, trembling but fierce, “stay with me. You are here. You are with me. Listen to my voice.” His breath came ragged and broken. 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 finding dry wood. Th

Aira could not look away from her mother’s open eyes in the darkness beneath the house.The pale hand rising from below still wore the ring mark of the surrender, but it was the face behind it that stole the breath from her lungs. Her mother was no longer crying. No longer shaking. She was simply there, staring up at Aira with a calm so heavy it felt older than grief. Kael shuddered violently in her arms, the blackness at the edge of his eye surging again as if the sight had struck some buried fracture in his blood. Aira did not let him fall. She pressed both hands against his chest and shoved herself deeper into the bond, feeding him every warm memory she had left, every promise, every kiss, every fierce moment when he had held her like she mattered more than the house, more than the bloodline, more than the root gate itself. “Kael,” she whispered, her voice breaking and steadying at once, “stay with me. You are here. You are with me. Do not follow the voice below.” His breath came o

Aira held Kael as the floor split wider beneath them, and for one terrible heartbeat she felt him slip again. The blackness at the edge of his eye surged hard enough to make her stomach clench, and the tiny hand in his palm twitched as if the darkness below had found a fresh seam to crawl through. She did not let fear take him. She locked both hands over his chest and shoved herself into the bond with everything she had left, every memory of him, every promise, every kiss, every moment he had held her when she thought she might break. “Kael,” she whispered, shaking but fierce, “stay with me. You are here. You are with me. Do not listen to what is under the house.” His breath came out ragged and raw. The baby inside her answered with a bright pulse, and the bond flared hot enough to burn the corruption back another breath. Not gone. Not safe. But held. That was enough. It had to be enough.Below them, the father beneath the floor lifted his head with a face carved open by grief. He loo

The hand rising from the darkness beneath the floor reached for Aira’s womb with such slow certainty that it made her skin crawl. Kael jerked in her arms, the blackness at the edge of his eye flaring hard enough to make her stomach clench, and for one terrible heartbeat she thought the root gate had finally found the seam it needed to tear him open again. Aira did not let it. She slammed both hands over his chest and shoved herself deeper into the bond, pouring every warm memory she had left into the space between them. His hands on her skin. His voice when he said her name like it mattered. The fierce way he had guarded her even when the whole house turned against them. “Kael,” she whispered, trembling but fierce, “stay with me. You are here. You are with me. Do not look at the dark below.” His breath came out ragged and torn. The tiny hand in his palm twitched once, then stilled. The baby inside her answered with a bright pulse, and the bond flared hot enough to burn the corruption