Semua Bab Mine: Bab 71 - Bab 80

“ What are you.... ” before he could complete his words, I crushed my lips on his and kissed him.Our lips remained locked, while he continued to stare at me, his long lashes tickled mine as he blinked.Derek hadn't expected Aria to kiss him, he had just brought her to their room so she could sleep comfortably but it has turned to something else.He slowly slide his hand on my neckline, and then he closed his eyes and sucked on my lower lips gently. I closed my eyes and wrapped my hand around his neckline too sucking on his lower lips.He adjusted his hand on her neck as his mouth began to explore hers, he nipped on her lips continuously as her sweet scent coupled with her soft rosy lips were already driving him crazy.Thier kiss became wild and Derek couldn't hold himself back any longer. He dived his tongue into the hot carven of her mouth and his hand on her neckline moved down to her tiny waist. The kiss got intense as they began to suck on each other's tongue and nipped their l

As the days goes by Clarrisa the Queen was getting better, she was recovering from the loss of her husband, Ethan the King of Naal city.Since the death of her husband she hadn't stepped out of her room, the servants only came to serve her food and left as she prefered to be alone.Astrid the princess of Naal city had been the one accompanying her but today she seems distant which the Queen noticed.Astrid stood at the balcony attached outside the room, she leaned her body against the railings using one hand to surpport her chin while staring at the forest far away.Clarrisa noticed that she had been down for the past few days, sometimes when Astrid comes to see her, she would see deep frown on her face.Clarrisa decided to know what the problem was, she called her daughter who had been staring blankly at the forest.“ Astrid dear ” However, Astrid didn't hear her name being called and didn't move an inch from how she stood.Clarrisa quietly stood up from the chair, her thick braided

After Aria left, Astrid dragged Frederick into his room. He wondered how she knew that was his room as far as he knew, he had never seen her coming outside to northeast side of the castle.He was still speechless as he continued to stare at the young princess who had shifted into her human form.She dragged him by his wrist into the room and then closed the door when they got inside.“ Won't you say anything to me ” Astrid said when she turned around to face him.“ Uh.. I.. don't really know what to say right now your highness ” Frederick said and bowed his head a little showing respect.“ No, no you don't have to do that ” Astrid said giggling.“ Do what your highness ” “ I mean drop down the formalities between us... you can call me by my name, I'm your mate and you're mine so there's no need for that ” Frederick still find it hard to believe.Astrid was his mate ?Someone he was going to spend the rest of his life with forever till they die.He watched her as she giggled, he knew

Derek blinked, his mind struggling to comprehend her words. For a moment, he just stared at her, his lips parted as if the words she spoke had not quite reached his brain. “You’re… pregnant?” His voice was a mixture of disbelief and awe. Aria nodded, a soft smile curling her lips as she watched him process the news. “Yes,” she whispered. “I wanted to tell you tonight, because… because this feels like the right moment. I didn’t know how to say it, but… I wanted you to know.” Derek’s expression softened, and then—almost as if he couldn’t help it—he laughed. It wasn’t a laugh of amusement, but of joy, relief, and something deeper—something primal. He pulled her closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin. “I thought I was going to be the one surprising you tonight, not the other way around,” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. “But this… this is the best surprise of my life.” Aria could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin,

Elia stirred awake to the sound of uneasy breathing. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim glow of the lantern beside the bed. She reached out instinctively, expecting to feel Magnus beside her. But the space was cold. Her stomach twisted. She turned her head—and froze. Magnus stood over Elizabeth’s crib, his posture rigid, his breathing slow but heavy, like he was struggling to contain something inside himself. His fingers gripped the edge of the crib so tightly his knuckles had gone white. “Magnus?” Elia’s voice was barely above a whisper. He didn’t react. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she carefully sat up. The air in the room felt… wrong. Stifling. Like a storm was about to break. “Magnus,” she tried again, firmer this time. Slowly, he turned his head toward her. His eyes weren’t his own. They were hollow, shadowed, with the faintest flicker of unnatural darkness swirling in their depths. Elia’s breath hitched. For a moment, neither of them moved.