Alle Kapitel von ACCIDENTALLY OURS: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

Nathaniel’s POVThe infirmary was completely silent. I lay staring at the ceiling, my body still cold under the heavy blankets.Every time I closed my eyes, the same image flashed behind my eyelids on loop. It was Malik—his eyes wild with a dark, primal rage as he lifted Dahlia off the floor by her throat. I had never seen him look so murderous. “I almost lost my baby because of you. I’m not going to be living with you anymore.”A sigh escaped me. I pressed my hand against my chest, trying to stifle my emotions, but a tear still slid down my cheek. The pregnancy hormones made everything ten times worse, magnifying the guilt until it felt like a weight crushing my ribcage.‘Did I go too far?’Why did I say those things to him? He looked completely destroyed when he walked out that door. His eyes… I had never seen Malik look like he was about to cry.A wet nose nudged my shoulder and I looked down through my blurry vision to see Bane resting his massive chin on the edge of the mattress

[THE IMPERIAL COURTROOM] Malik’s POV “What is this? My own step-sister and her companion nearly killing a guest under my roof—an Omega carrying a child?!” King Aurelius’s voice thundered through the grand hall. Just the volume of it made the nearby guards flinch. Kiara stepped forward, her chin tipped up. “Brother, he’s just a low-born—” Aurelius slammed his fist down on the arm of his throne. “Silence! You dare raise your hand to strike an innocent, and then push him into freezing water while he is with a child? Have you lost all sense of decency, Kiara?!” He turned his furious gaze to the woman trembling beside her. “Lady Dahlia… I expected better from you. Your family has served this court with honor for generations. And you repay that by attempting to drown a pregnant man out of petty jealousy? I am ashamed. Deeply ashamed.” Standing a few paces away, Dahlia's brother, Kaelen, crossed his arms. He looked absolutely furious, though he actively avoided looking at his sobbing

Malik’s POV I woke up with my head pounding like someone had taken a hammer to my skull. A groan tore from my throat as I rolled over, the sheets sticking to my sweaty skin. “Fuck…” I rasped, pressing the heel of my hand against my temple. A wave of dizziness hit me, followed by a sudden rush of heat that pooled in my gut. I could smell him everywhere. The potency of his vanilla scent made my cock twitch painfully in my pants. “Nathaniel…” I growled his name into the empty pillow. I shifted my weight, my eyes locking onto Nat who was still fast asleep beside me, completely oblivious to the storm brewing in my veins. The sight of his relaxed face and the heavy sweetness of his pheromones sent a violent jolt straight to my groin. I couldn't help myself. There was no point in fighting it. Reached down into my sweatpants, I freed my aching length, and wrapped my fingers tightly around it. I started to jerk off right there, keeping my gaze fixed on him. Every stroke was despera

Malik’s POV I pulled Nathaniel tightly against my chest, anchoring his body to mine. Leaning down, I pressed a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I whispered. Nathaniel shook his head slightly against the pillow, his voice soft. “I… liked it. A lot. Do you feel better?” A wave of relief washed over me. “How could I not?” I leaned lower, placing a gentle kiss along his jaw, but the slight shift of my weight moved my swollen knot inside him. “Nggh, uh… can you be gentle?” he gasped out, his fingers tightening on my forearm. “Sorry,” I murmured, immediately freezing my lower half. “You feel sore?” “A little. When is your knot going to deflate?” “Give it a few minutes, baby. I’m sorry it’s hurting.” “No, it’s fine,” he breathed, his eyes fluttering shut as he relaxed beneath me. “Just stay put.” I nodded, resting my chin right in the curve of his neck, my tongue darting out to lick a slow path over his pulse point. I couldn't help it; the

Nathaniel’s POV I fluttered my eyes open, instantly rolling over to drape my arm across the other side of the mattress. My palm met nothing but cold sheets. I let out a heavy sigh, burying my face into his pillow just to catch the fading scent of spicy leather. Like every single morning, Malik was gone before the sun could even think about rising. I yawned, kicking off the heavy duvet, and lazily glanced down at my midsection. The small, rounded bump on my stomach was becoming more defined with each passing day. My breath hitched a little. ‘Wow. I am actually pregnant.’ And if that wasn't overwhelming enough, my own body was changing me in a totally different way: my libido. I used to think Malik was the needy one, but ever since we finally crossed that line a few days ago, my system had been locked in a permanent state of heat. I wanted him constantly. It was embarrassing how much I craved his touch the second he left the room. A soft knock interrupted my thought