All Chapters of Love Me, Or Reject Me: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Freya's POV "Kingsley, how are you doing?"I was the one who got pregnant; however, it was Kingsley who experienced pregnancy sickness. After my pregnancy, we were frequently separated and reunited for various reasons. Who would have thought that, after everything was resolved, Kingsley would be vomiting the very next day? On the contrary, I had no issues at all; I was eating and feeling great.Kingsley emerged from the bathroom, holding onto the wall. He regurgitated everything he had eaten the previous night. His face appeared a bit pale, and his demeanor seemed a bit diminished.I handed him a glass of warm boiled water, and he rinsed his mouth before returning to the bedroom."I'm fine; you shouldn't be standing around all the time."Kingsley never expected to be blessed with a child of his own by the moon god.I anticipated the arrival of our child, rubbing my stomach."Anyway, I'm excited about our child entering the world. I want to show them this wonderful world and express

Kingsley's POV I'd never been so scared, and the fear in my dream still sent shivers through my soul when I woke up. My wolf whimpered in pain as well. Scene after scene seemed etched into my head. In the dream, I was no longer the Alpha who could handle anything with ease. It was the dream where Freya lay there silently while I was left holding the doctors' hands, telling them repeatedly, "Please, save her. I'll do anything, I just want her,

Kingsley's POVI would always remember the day when the door to the labor and delivery room swung open, and a nurse placed the baby in my arms, urgently and loudly saying, "The mother is hemorrhaging; please sign the surgical responsibility form. We're going to operate soon."I could barely hold the baby; my eyes went black, and a dull ache struck my heart as I watched the nurse's mouth open and close, unsure of what she was saying.May took the baby from me, and the nurse shoved the surgical responsibility form into my hand, saying, "Sign it. The mother is going to be operated on soon."I'd signed my name countless times on documents in the past. I could sign my name with a heart on a list of tens of billions of dollars without a blink. But today, my name seemed extraordinarily difficult to write. Trembling, I finally signed.My eyes were dry to the point of pain; I gasped for air. My wolf whimpered in pain.At this moment, I was no longer the unstoppable Alpha, only Freya's mate. Al

Freya's POVIt felt as though I had been plunged into a realm of pure darkness, my body plummeting uncontrollably.Within this vast, empty space, vibrant fragments floated above me, resembling paintings that dispersed in a flash.Abruptly, I found myself in a dark forest, dense trees standing silently in the night, while faint moonlight spilled onto my face through the leafy gaps.A heavy emotion weighed on my heart when a baby's cry echoed from all around me."Mommy."The voice, though soft, resonated so clearly that I could even sense the faint sniffles in my ears.Upon turning around, however, only an empty darkness persisted, with nothing altered beside me."Mommy."The voice came again, this time with a hint of laughter—a child's laughter, seemingly longing for a playmate.Unexpectedly, a ghostly light flashed from a distance, guiding me through the misty trees. In its soft glow, a small figure gradually emerged—a face both familiar and unfamiliar.Attempting to draw near, I felt

Kingsley's POVIn the conference room, everyone was engrossed in their tasks while I watched the surveillance video from the hospital on the day Freya gave birth on the computer on my desk with a cold face.Soon, my Beta, Jeremy, walked in."We have a witness," he said. "He was a member of a circus troupe that encountered two people with a baby on a ship bound for Bonnatown. They had borrowed a leopard he had raised to provide milk for the hungry baby. He might be able to give us information to determine if Grace was among those two."Jeremy signaled for the witness to be brought in.The man appeared thin, slightly dirty, and his clothes were disheveled, as if he had been traveling for some time. His eyes were downcast as he entered between two guards.He was middle-aged, and there was no reason to doubt his reliability as a witness.As he raised his eyes and saw my face, he took a few steps back. "You..."The guards seized him by the shoulders, and he lowered his head, trembling."Ca