Chapter 35: TwinsSelene looked at her reflection on the tinted glass, hardly recognizing herself in the modern dress she'd pulled from her closet. It felt strange to be back in her usual clothes, especially after everything that had happened. The dress gently fit over her belly which constantly reminded her that she was carrying Alaric's child, even though it seemed impossible.How could this be real? Alaric and his world had only existed in the pages of a book. But here she was, back in her own world, with part of that life still with her. She rested a hand over her stomach, feeling both amazed and determined. Her connection to Alaric was real, and she couldn't just let it end this way.She needed to find the book's author. Whoever had written it held the answers, and maybe even a way back. But the author used a pseudonym, making the search difficult.Still, she wouldn't stop until she found them. She'd look through every library, every publisher's list if she had to. Somehow, she'd
Chapter 36: The Summons "Your Majesty." The hall echoed with the synchronized voices of those kneeling before Alaric with their heads bowed low in reverence.Alaric's gaze swept over the gathered assembly. His piercing eyes took in the collection of mages, summoners, and mediums from across the kingdoms. But one figure in particular captured his attention—a tall, cloaked man with an air of both mystery and authority. It was Zavian, the rumored wise wizard who practiced both the light and dark arts.The mage who noticed the king's eyes fixed on him, smirked and rose to his feet, breaking the rigid conformity of the others."Your Majesty, my king," Zavian began with a rich, calm voice, laced with a tinge of amusement. "It has been many years since we last met. You were but a child then."Alaric's jaw tightened. The wizard's reputation preceded him—an enigma of immense power, bound by no kingdom and loyal to none save his own whims. That made Zavian's presence here all the more intrigui
Chapter 37: Grimoire of Ebon Aeternum."She must have had a hold of one of our world's greatest artifacts," Zavian said, his voice low and deliberate. "The Grimoire of Ebon Aeternum."The name hung in the air, heavy and foreboding, drawing a collective hush from the room. Even the bravest among them shifted uneasily at the mention of the ancient tome.Alaric's sharp gaze narrowed. "The Grimoire of Ebon Aeternum? That's nothing more than a legend."Zavian chuckled, the sound deep and knowing. "Many think so, Your Majesty. But legends are often rooted in truth, are they not? The grimoire is no mere tale. It is a portal, a bridge between our world and another—both a gift and a curse. Whoever possesses it can traverse realms, defying the laws of existence itself."Alaric's jaw tightened as his mind raced. The possibility was staggering. "And you believe Amaris had this grimoire?""I am certain of it," Zavian replied in a firm tone. He leaned slightly closer as his shadow elongated in the
Chapter 38: Cinnamon ScentZavian knelt on the cold stone floor with his head bowed and hands pressed together as though in prayer. His silver hair glimmered faintly in the soft light of the candles around him. The faint hum of magic filled the room along the steady heartbeat of Alaric who has been put to sleep for the third day now.His mind drifted to a memory long buried but never forgotten—a voice, soft yet desperate, trembling with a pain that had seared into his very soul."Destroy the book... Brother. Save my daughter. Do not let it take her back into this wretched world. Please... I am begging you."The words were as vivid now as the moment Celeste had spoken them. Her golden hair matted with sweat while her luminous eyes dimmed as her life ebbed away.Zavian's lips curled into a faint, bittersweet smile as he opened his eyes. A glimmer of unshed tears caught in the flickering light. "This will be the last of my powers, Celeste," he murmured. His voice, though steady, carried
Chapter 39: Back to YouThe night was quiet as the city hummed outside Selene's window. She stood by it with her hands gently resting on her growing belly. The cool breeze carried with it the faint scent of rain, mingling with the aroma of distant street food stalls. She leaned slightly against the windowsill, gazing out at the bustling world below.The city lights sparkled like scattered stars on the ground, painting the streets in hues of gold and white. From her vantage point, she could see people going about their lives such as an elderly man walking his small dog, a group of teens laughing and jostling one another, and couples strolling hand-in-hand with their faces lit by soft smiles.Selene's lips curled into a faint smile. "Beautiful, isn't it?" she murmured softly, rubbing her belly in slow, comforting circles. A tiny kick beneath her palm made her chuckle. "You like it too, huh? Your daddy would've loved the view..." Her voice trailed off, and her smile faltered, replaced by
Chapter 40: Damian Clarke*flashback*"Your Majesty, I am hesitant to proceed, yet I must for this for a reason," Zavian began steadily but shadowed with unease. He paused as his sharp eyes studied Alaric from head to toe. The risks of this ritual burdened him so. Because he knew that forcing a soul to merge into another body came with dire consequences. The soul might successfully take hold, but the odds of Alaric losing his memories were painfully high."Do not speak more, mage," Alaric commanded, his tone edged with warning, cutting through the air like a blade.Zavian sighed as a quiet resignation crossed his face. "Very well, I shall proceed," he replied, inclining his head. "But there is one thing I must ask of you first. You should bring something with you." His voice softened as he offered the suggestion with a subtle note of urgency lacing his words.Alaric frowned and his expression was unreadable as he considered the request. His gaze drifted to the table where his belongin
Chapter 41: The TwinsIt had been a week since Selene had lost the book. And it has been a week of relentless searching that led her nowhere. Every library she visited, every bookstore she scoured, and even her late-night online searches had turned up nothing. It was as if the book had vanished from existence, leaving not a single trace behind.The toll of sleepless nights and unshakable stress was written all over her. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, her skin was pale, and her energy seemed to have all but drained. Even the subtle pains in her belly disrupted her work occasionally, forcing her to pause and catch her breath. Yet she refused to slow down and buried her struggles beneath her own determination instead.Today was no different."Here's another fresh batch of our limited red velvet cupcakes!" Marcie's cheerful voice burst through the bakery as she popped out from the kitchen, balancing a tray of perfectly frosted cupcakes on each hand.Selene glanced up from where she stood
Chapter 42: DibsThe bakery was busier than usual, with customers coming in and out, but Selene found herself unusually distracted not by the work, but by the twins. Hunter and Hezekiah had somehow stationed themselves at the counter, playfully bickering over which cupcake flavor was better while helping—if their antics could be called "helping.""Red velvet's overrated," Hunter declared, holding a cupcake like it was a trophy. "Chocolate is where it's at. Classic. Timeless."Hezekiah snorted, grabbing a cupcake of his own. "Yeah, classic and boring. People with real taste go for red velvet."Selene, wiping the countertop, groaned. "Could you two stop arguing and actually do something useful? Like restocking the napkins? Or helping Marcie with the trays?"Hunter leaned on the counter, grinning. "We're providing entertainment for the customers, Selene. That's useful.""Yeah," Hezekiah chimed in, "this is quality service. A comedy act, free of charge."Selene planted her hands on her hi
Chapter 81: The Wise ArthurAlaric stood by the window of his hotel room with his freshly cleaned hands clasped behind his back. He was dressed in a crisp, dark suit from the clothes Arthur had brought and looked every bit the powerful figure he once was. Yet the lines of worry etched into his face betrayed the turmoil within him.He picked up his phone and dialed a number swiftly. The call connected after a single ring.“Gather a pair of neonatal nurses immediately,” he commanded, his voice firm but slightly hoarse. “I need them ready to travel to the address I will be sending you. You’ll find two newborns there under Mrs. Callaghan’s care. Ensure they are handled carefully and brought to the Union General Hospital where Selene... Selene Clarke is in.”The person on the other end hesitated but obediently answered. “Yes, sir. Should I arrange for additional help?”“Do whatever it takes. I expect them taken here as soon as possible,” Alaric replied sharply. Then, before ending the call
Dear lovely readers,We’re nearing the final chapters of The Tyrant’s Baby. It’s been an incredible journey bringing this story to life, and I’m so grateful for your support, love, and patience along the way. Stay tuned as we uncover the last twist, turn, and heartfelt moments in Selene and Alaric’s story.Thank you for being part of this adventure!With love,Yña Banana 🌙
Chapter 80: MistakeSelene's eyelids fluttered open. Her gaze was unfocused as the sterile white ceiling of the hospital room swam into view. Her body felt heavy with every muscle weighed down by exhaustion, and a dull ache spread across her abdomen. She blinked a few times, trying to make sense of her surroundings.Then, she sees a doctor standing at her bedside, meticulously checking her vitals. A nurse was beside him, recording notes on a clipboard and adjusting the IV drip connected to her arm. She was still in a daze, almost forgetting what exactly had happened to her."Mrs. Clarke," the doctor said gently, noticing her eyes opening. "You're awake. That's a good sign. Can you hear me?"Selene's lips parted, but her voice came out in a barely audible rasp. "Where... where am I?""You're in the hospital," the doctor replied calmly, leaning in slightly. "You've been through quite an ordeal. We're monitoring your recovery, but you're stable now. Don't try to move too much just yet."
Chapter 79: A RealizationThe nurse hesitated for a moment before gently placing a hand on his arm. "Mr. Clarke, you need to clean yourself up. Please," she urged in a soft yet firm voice. "The doctors are doing everything they can. We'll inform you as soon as there's any news."Alaric barely reacted as his bloodied hands trembled at his sides. His gaze remained fixed on the emergency room doors waiting for someone to come out. "I can't leave," he rasped. "Not until I know she's okay."Before the nurse could insist, hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway which caught their attention. He turned his head sharply to see an older man rushing toward him. It was his butler, Arthur, followed closely by two maids. Each of them carried bags while their faces were etched with panic and concern."Mr. Clarke!" the butler called with relief seeing that a nurse seemed to be attending to him. He then stopped in front of Alaric, scanning his disheveled and blood-streaked appearance. "We came as so
Chapter 78: Unbearable Pain"Selene? Dear? Wake up." Mrs. Weaver's voice trembled with nervousness, cutting through the haze of relief that had only just settled moments before.Alaric who was just a few steps away from the room, froze. The words he heard sank into his mind like ice. Then, like a man possessed, he whirled around with his fear propelling him back into the room. In one swift motion, he handed the newborn to Mrs. Weaver as his trembling hands betrayed his panic."Take her!" His voice cracked out of desperation.His focus tunneled in on Selene. Her still, pale figure was a vision he couldn't bear to accept. He instantly dropped to his knees beside her while his hands reached out, trembling as they cupped her face. "Selene," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Stay with me, my love. Please."When she didn't respond, his breath hitched. His panic quickly rose like a tidal wave. Without hesitation, he slipped his arms beneath her, carefully but urgently pulling her limp body
Chapter 77: BetrayalSelene's raw and unrelenting cries echoed through the room. Her grief was pouring out in waves that seemed to ripple through everyone present. Mrs. Weaver, though composed, handed the crying infant boy to Mrs. Callaghan with steady hands. "Take him," she instructed softly. "He'll need tending to."Mrs. Callaghan nodded with a grim expression on her face as she took the tiny boy and cradled him close to her chest. The baby's wails filled the void left by Selene's sorrow, but it did little to lessen the burden inside the room.The midwife never strayed far from Selene's side. Her sharp eyes watched every movement of the grieving mother. "Selene," she called gently, her voice steady but lined with concern. "You need to rest. You've just been through so much." But Selene's sobs only grew louder, her anguish blinding her to the world around her.Meanwhile, across the room, Alaric stood frozen. His frame was rigid while his hands trembled at his sides. He had seen death
Chapter 76: Rockabye BabySelene's eyes flew open, and she gasped for air. Her chest heaved as though she’d been drowning and had just broken through the surface. Pain surged through her lower body, sharp and unrelenting, pulling a scream from the depths of her soul.“AHHHH!”Her scream echoed through the room, raw and piercing.“Selene!” Alaric’s voice cracked as he pushed himself closer to her side, relief and terror flooding him at once. He had been whispering to her, begging her to come back to him, and now she was awake—but the agony in her expression filled him with dread.Mrs. Weaver, who had been meticulously arranging her tools moments earlier, allowed herself a brief sigh of relief when Selene stirred awake. But the fragile calm in the room was shattered by Selene’s anguished cry.“Please… save my baby girl… please!” Selene sobbed, her voice raw with desperation and panic. Her trembling hands clung to the bedsheets as if they were the only anchor in her storm of fear. Tears
Chapter 75: LunaSelene found herself standing in a garden unlike anything she'd ever seen. The air was warm and fragrant, filled with the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft hum of distant birdsong. Flowers of every color stretched as far as the eye could see. Their petals shimmering as though kissed by sunlight and dew. A large willow tree stood at the garden's heart, its branches swaying gently in a breeze that seemed to come from nowhere.She felt strangely light, as if the burdens of her reality had been momentarily lifted. Her bare feet pressed into the soft grass, and a sense of peace settled over her. Yet, there was something familiar and deeply personal about this place, though she couldn't quite place it."Mommy?"The voice, high and sweet, startled her. Selene turned quickly and froze. Standing a few feet away, beneath the shade of the willow, was a little girl. She couldn't have been more than five years old, her wavy hair the same deep shade as Alaric's, cascading down
Chapter 74: Too EarlyThe house was a storm of chaos as Alaric burst through the door. Selene was already limp in his arms with her blood staining both of them. "Help her!" he roared, his voice filled with desperation.Mrs. Callaghan, who had been folding laundry, dropped everything at the sight of them. "Oh, Lord have mercy!" she gasped, rushing forward to take charge.Noah who was startled by the commotion, appeared from the kitchen with eyes wide in panic seeing Selene unconscious. "What happened?!""She's bleeding!" Alaric shouted as he staggered toward the nearest couch, gently laying Selene down. "Do something! Someone, help her!""We need to get her to the hospital," Mrs. Callaghan said firmly. "She needs proper care, and we can't wait!""No!" Alaric's voice rang with panic as he snapped his head toward her. "The roads are blocked! It'll take hours to even clear a path, let alone get to my car. We don't have time for that!"Mrs. Callaghan faltered, realizing the truth in his wo