บททั้งหมดของ Rejected and Pregnant: The Alpha King’s Forbidden Heir : บทที่ 241 - บทที่ 250

The root gate screamed when Aira whispered the baby’s name.It was not a human sound. It tore through the house like something old and starving being burned from the inside, and for one precious heartbeat the whole room shuddered as if it had lost its grip on the child. Kael lurched in her arms, the blackness at the edge of his eye flaring once more, but Aira would not let go. She locked both hands over his chest and shoved herself deeper into the bond, pouring warmth, memory, and fierce stubborn love through the space between them until it burned. “Kael,” she whispered, trembling but fierce, “stay with me. You are here. You are with me. Do not look at her face. Do not listen to the scream.” His breath came ragged and torn. The tiny hand in his palm twitched once, then stilled. The baby in his arms made a small startled sound, and Aira felt that sound all the way through her body. Then she bent her head and kissed the newborn’s forehead with shaking lips. “Liora,” she whispered again,

The baby cried out again, and the sound cut straight through Aira like a blade.Kael tightened instantly, one arm shielding the child against his chest while the other pulled Aira close enough that she could feel the heat of him through the rain. The blackness at the edge of his eye surged once, but this time it did not take him all at once. Aira was already there, already deep in the bond, already forcing warmth through the space between them with every memory she had left. “Kael,” she whispered, trembling but fierce, “stay with me. Do not look at it. Look at me. We are still here.” His breath came ragged and torn. The tiny hand in his palm twitched once, then stilled against her fingers. The baby in his arms gave a small frightened sound, and Aira felt that sound shake through her whole body. Not fear of the rain. Not fear of the cold. Fear of the thing standing in the wet grass with her mother’s face.Her mother stepped forward into the open air, rain soaking her hair, blood on her

The root gate stood in the rain wearing Aira’s face, and the sight of it made her whole body go cold.It did not look like a copy the way the others had. It looked like something the house had been saving for last. Her own mouth. Her own eyes. Her own grief shaped into a body that knew exactly how to make her hurt. Aira felt Kael stiffen beside her, the blackness at the edge of his eye flaring hard again as the thing in front of them reached for the baby in his arms. She did not let him fall. She slammed both hands over his chest and shoved herself deeper into the bond with everything she had left, every memory of him, every fierce moment he had held her through terror, every promise he had made when the world was breaking around them. “Kael,” she whispered, trembling but fierce, “stay with me. You are here. You are with me. Do not look at her face.” His breath came ragged and torn. The tiny hand in his palm twitched once, then stilled. The baby in his arms made a small frightened sou

The root gate smiled with Aira’s mouth and reached for her face, and every instinct in her body screamed to run.She did not.Kael moved in front of her at once, one arm still locked around the newborn, the other coming up like a shield. The blackness at the edge of his eye flared hard, then thinned by a breath when Aira shoved herself deeper into the bond and poured warmth into him with everything she had left. “Kael,” she whispered, trembling but fierce, “stay with me. Do not let it pull you under. You are here. You are with me.” His breath came ragged and torn. The tiny hand in his palm twitched once, then stilled against her fingers. The baby in his arms made a small frightened sound, and Aira felt that sound tear through her whole body like a knife. The child was safe. The child was here. That was the only reason she could keep her feet when the thing wearing her face took one more step through the rain.Her mother swayed where she stood in the wet grass, blood on her mouth, tear

The broken place in her mother’s chest opened wider, and the first breath rose out into the rain like a thin white thread.Aira forgot how to move. She stood there with her whole body shaking, Kael at her side, the newborn held tight against his chest, and watched that small pale breath curl upward from the wound in her mother like something holy and unbearable. The root gate had split through her body moments before, but now it was not only holding her mother. It was being forced out. Aira felt it in the bond with Kael at once, a hard tremor moving through him as the blackness at the edge of his eye surged and then thinned under her touch. She slammed both hands over his chest and shoved warmth through the bond with everything she had left, every memory of him, every moment he had held her like she mattered more than the world, every promise he had made with blood in his mouth and love in his eyes. “Kael,” she whispered, trembling but fierce, “stay with me. Do not look at it. Hold th