Semua Bab The Kings Forbidden Mate: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Summer had reached its golden peak in the capital, bathing the palace gardens in warm, honeyed light and filling the air with the rich scent of blooming roses, jasmine, and ripening fruit. The city itself seemed to reflect the quiet miracle unfolding within the royal family — vibrant, resilient, and full of new life.Caelan stood in the center of the private garden courtyard, the soft grass warm beneath his bare feet. His pregnancy had advanced noticeably into the later months. The gentle swell from weeks ago had become a full, rounded curve that he no longer tried to hide beneath flowing robes. The child within him was active and strong, their movements now clear and frequent — little kicks, rolls, and flutters that made Caelan pause with a soft, radiant smile every time.The ancient power had fully embraced its new role. Moonlight threads constantly surrounded the growing life, nurturing it with gentle silver energy while drawing balanced strength from both Caelan and Lucien through

The royal nursery had become a sanctuary of quiet anticipation. Soft silver and white drapes filtered the summer sunlight, casting a gentle glow over the carved wooden cradle, the shelves of tiny garments, and the growing collection of gifts from loyal houses across the realm. The air carried the faint, sweet scent of fresh linens and blooming lavender placed in silver vases to soothe and calm.Caelan sat in the wide, cushioned window seat, one hand resting protectively over the full, rounded curve of his belly. He was deep into the later months now, the child active and strong. The movements were no longer delicate flutters but clear, purposeful kicks and rolls that made him pause with a soft, radiant smile every time. The ancient power continued to nurture the growing life with gentle precision, moonlight threads constantly weaving a protective cocoon of silver light around the child.Lucien knelt before him on the thick rug, both large hands framing the swell of Caelan’s abdomen. H

The royal birthing chamber had been prepared with the utmost care and reverence. Soft silver drapes filtered the late summer sunlight, casting a gentle, ethereal glow over the room. Fresh herbs and moon-blooming flowers filled silver vases, their calming scents mingling with the faint, clean aroma of polished marble and warmed linens. The large, specially prepared bed was draped in the finest white and silver silks, surrounded by moonstone pillars that caught and reflected the light in soft, shimmering patterns.Caelan lay propped against a mountain of pillows, his body heavy with the final stages of pregnancy. The child was due any day now, the full, rounded curve of his belly taut and active. The ancient power had guided the entire pregnancy with gentle precision, but the last weeks had brought a deeper, more intense connection. The kicks were strong and frequent, as if the child was eager to meet the world.Sweat beaded on Caelan’s forehead, his silver eyes bright with a mixture of

The royal nursery glowed with soft moonlight filtering through silver-laced curtains, casting a gentle, ethereal light over the carved wooden cradle. At three months old, Prince Aether Draven slept peacefully, his tiny chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. A soft crown of dark hair framed his face, and when his eyes fluttered open briefly, they revealed the faintest silver flecks dancing in their golden depths — a beautiful blend of both his parents.Caelan stood beside the cradle, one hand resting lightly on the edge as he watched his son. His body had recovered well from the birth, though a gentle fullness still lingered at his waist. The ancient power within him hummed contentedly, moonlight threads drifting protectively around the child like a constant silver guardian. The once-forbidden omega, who had been sent to the capital as tribute, now stood as the Silver Consort — the heart of the kingdom and the bearer of its future.Lucien entered the room quietly, his tall, power

Autumn had fully claimed the capital, draping the palace gardens in rich shades of amber, crimson, and gold. The air carried the crisp scent of ripening apples, falling leaves, and woodsmoke from the hearths that warmed the evenings. The city buzzed with the energy of the Harvest Festival — markets overflowing with fresh produce, lanterns strung between buildings, and the sound of laughter rising from every square.In the royal nursery, soft golden light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the carved wooden cradle where Prince Aether Draven now slept more deeply, his tiny chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. At nearly six months old, the Silver Heir had grown noticeably. His dark hair had thickened into soft curls, and when his eyes opened — golden with delicate silver flecks — they held a bright, curious intelligence that already seemed to take in the world around him. The ancient power within Caelan continued to nurture him gently, moonlight threads drifting protecti