All Chapters of A Baby For The Beast: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ava’s Pov After a while, he pulled back with his eyes connected to mine. They were blood shot, reddened, and still in tears. Caspian’s hands cusped my cheek, with an astonished expression, after a while. “I didn’t mean to wake you--” “It’s okay,” I assured him, leaning my forehead on his. “It’s all okay,” Beneath me, I knew I wanted to heal whatever scars he held from his past. But what made me really scared was the fact that I had mine. Whenever I had a dream about my sister, Jasmine, I really held back from the world. I bore scars too, and wondered if this was why the Moon Goddess paired us. To think that I lost my sister, and he lost his too. He lost his mum, to war and I lost my dad who was a spy, too. Being treated like an outcast, in my village… So was he discriminated for bearing a beast… It did make me to feel and empathize that amount of pain. It was really horrible and torturous… So horrible that it hurt badly. “You could go to sleep now.” Caspian voiced out, taking

“This is what I’ve always wanted. Another land, in another world far from being a pawn or Knight; a Queen.” “Still doesn’t feel like ‘it’ though.” – Ava Knight. … “My Knight.” Cassie had said, bowing happily. I reached out to raise her up instantly, with my hands in hers. “Please grant me the honor of preparing your wedding,” She looked into my eyes saying, with her curls dancing cheerily. “Wouldn’t that be too much workload?” “Not a bit! I would be entirely happy to do so!” she exclaimed excitedly. Had no choice but to smile whole heartedly and nod my head, at her request. From her years in the castle, she definitely had experience in preparing occasions. “Very well, Cassie.” “Thanks, I won’t let you down! It would be perfect to the core,” she took my hands saying before disappearing to start the preparations. Caspian and I, decided to have the wedding done tomorrow. The sooner the wedding, the quicker the revenge. I had agreed to marry him. In truth, it was not just becau

“The dead has no business with the living,” Caspian snarled at her. “Why are you here? Who summoned you, to earth, to my Kingdom?” Unveiling her cloak, she walked forward. Towards us, in a red dress, with her chin held up high, sashaying. “You have no idea, do you?” Lydia constructed. “Oh Ava, you can’t keep things from your own mate?” she said, in a façade of a worried expression. She was clearly trying to create a problem, and use it to her advantage. But I wasn’t that stupid. In a fighting stance, my paws elongated from my fingers, so did my fangs from my teeth. Get behind me. Caspian mind linked me. I have to protect both you and our pup. He added protectively. Now. I did as he said, while he stepped forward at her. “You used to be an ex-Knight; whose death was honored amongst us. Seeing you here means only two things. That you were summoned or never died.” Caspian seethed, with a look of dominance. “If it’s the latter, then we are going to have a problem.” She leaned in,

“This is where things are supposed to come to an end. Each minute, this journey seems like the start. Don’t know if happily married is an overstatement.” – Ava King *Present reality* “It’s okay!” I declared immediately at the guards, who outstretched their swords towards mum. “It’s our duty to protect you, Queen Mother!” One of the guards declared, bowing down. “Are you sure this woman’s not a threat?” “She’s my mother,” I braced myself up, declaring with a smile. “She has all rights to slap me,” I chuckled, looking around. “Carry on with the party!” The invited guests laughed it off, and the musical instruments commenced playing instantly. The lively energy was back that instant. I directed myself to face mum, that minute. Her face held a look of disbelief and mockery. “Are you okay, mum?” I asked her immediately. She was just recovering and it’d be safe to ask her. “Are you okay?” I repeated, desperately putting my hands on her shoulders. Mum ripped it off immediately, gl

Cilicia’s PovI was born in a brothel.My mum was a whore, with no sense of shame. Dad…got mixed with merchants. Not that he was one himself, more like a servant who got himself a favour for a night.My mum happened to spread her legs apart, at her most fertile moment. Herbal concoctions got wrong, and I showed up. Ruining her customers. Was told she’d curse every day, and fight for her rights.She got none though.She had to squeeze in with some butchery market, flaking hides off, till her water broke. Mum was back to the brothel, the instant I dropped out of her lady part.I’d say her mouth was a hell of a truth pill, cause she never hid a single thing from me. “I didn’t plan for you, Cece,” she’d say, in a sweet tone, reminding me of the nature of my birth.“But now you’re here, you’d better make it worth it.”Mum repeated those words, daily, ever since I could walk. The instant I became a teenager, I was used to seeing adults screwing in the weirdest of places. I knew the shade o