All Chapters of Cursed Heir: Bloodline Of The Damned: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I woke to the feeling of being watched.Vesperian was propped up on one elbow beside me, golden eyes fixed on my face with an intensity that made my breath catch. Morning light filtered through the high windows, catching on the faint golden glow that still lingered in the air around us. The child’s magic hummed softly, like a second heartbeat in the room.“You didn’t sleep,” I murmured, reaching up to touch the new shadows under his eyes.“I was watching you both.” His voice was rough with exhaustion, but his hand moved immediately to my heavy belly, stroking slow circles over the tight skin. “The power last night… it was like nothing I’ve ever felt. He reached for me. Through you.”The child stirred at his touch, a strong ripple that made my belly visibly shift. I winced slightly, but the sensation was becoming familiar now, warm, alive, and far too powerful for six months.Vesperian leaned down and pressed a kiss to the curve of my stomach. The glow beneath my skin brightened instan

Asterin’s hands pressed gently but firmly against my swollen belly, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. The examination table felt colder than usual this morning. Six and a half months, and my body was struggling to keep up with how fast the child was growing.“You’ve gained more weight than expected,” Asterin murmured, moving his glowing fingers in slow circles. “The child’s development is… accelerated. His magical signature is off the charts.”I lay back, staring at the ceiling, one hand resting protectively on the side of my heavy stomach. The child kicked hard, as if showing off for the healer. “Is that bad?”Asterin didn’t answer right away. His gaze flicked toward the door, then back to me. “The king’s vitality continues to decline. I can see it in his movements, in his color. And the bond between you three is feeding the child’s power at an alarming rate.”He lowered his voice, barely above a whisper. “Omega… if this dynamic continues without intervention, the drain may be

“You went to the archives again.”Vesperian’s voice was low, dangerous, as he closed the distance between us. I hadn’t even made it two steps into the chamber before he was on me, golden eyes blazing with fury and something rawer underneath.I backed up instinctively, one hand flying to my heavy belly. “I couldn’t sleep. The baby was restless and I…”“Stop lying to me!” He slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing like a gunshot. “I felt you leave. I felt you digging through those cursed books like you’re searching for a way out. What are you looking for, Eli? A way to run? A way to kill me faster?”The words hit like a slap. Anger surged through me, hot and blinding. “You think I’m looking for a way out? After everything? You’re the one who dragged me here! You’re the one who turned my entire bloodline into your personal breeding project!”Vesperian grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer. “Yes. I did. I admit it. I shaped your mother’s path. I arranged the right pressures on y

I was alone on the private balcony, the only place the guards still allowed me a few minutes of air. My heavy belly rested on my thighs as I sat on the stone bench, both hands cradling the swell. The child moved restlessly, strong pushes that made my skin glow brighter in the fading evening light.Footsteps approached from behind. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was.“Lord Caelum,” I said quietly. “You’re getting very good at finding moments when no one’s watching.”He stopped a few paces away, silver hair catching the last rays of sun. His expression was grim, eyes heavy with exhaustion that mirrored Vesperian’s.“I don’t have much time,” he said, voice low and urgent. “The guards think I’m checking the outer wards again. But you need to hear this.”He pulled a small folded parchment from his sleeve and pressed it into my hand. “Asterin gave me this. In secret. The king’s decline is accelerating faster than anyone realized. His vital essence is dropping sharply. At this rate, he

I barely made it through the chamber door before my legs gave out. I collapsed against the wall, sliding down until I hit the floor, arms wrapped tightly around my heavy belly. The sobs tore out of me, raw, ugly, uncontrollable. Every breath hurt. The child kicked frantically inside me, like he could feel my heart breaking into pieces. “Purpose fulfilled,” I choked out, repeating Vesperian’s cold words from the council meeting. “That’s all I ever was to you. A fucking vessel. A tool you spent decades building.” The memories crashed over me like waves. His gentle hands on my belly. The lullaby he sang in the dark. The way he looked at me like I mattered. All of it, calculated. Every tender moment, every soft kiss, every whispered promise had been part of the long game. He’d engineered my mother’s fear, my pack’s betrayal, my entire existence just to get me here. Swollen with his child. Ready to be used and discarded. The soul resonance pulled at me, warm and insistent, trying to soo