All Chapters of THE TYRANT'S BABY: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31: Walls CrumblingAmaris wiped her brow, feeling the exhaustion set in as she tied the final strip of cloth she could salvage from her worn clothes into a makeshift bandage. Her hands were trembling, not only from fatigue but also from the urgency to keep Alaric alive. She took a cup of water from her bedside and gently reached forward, intending to help him drink. But before her hand could even brush his forehead, Alaric's fingers shot up, gripping her wrist tightly.The sudden grasp startled her, her breath catching as she looked down at him. His eyes cracked open, clouded with pain and disorientation, the cold intensity in his gaze momentarily making her heart race. He didn't seem to recognize her, and she braced herself, calling softly, "Alaric... can you hear me?"His eyes shifted, struggling to focus, but the blank stare softened as his vision cleared. Gradually, a look of realization dawned, melting the coldness in his gaze and filling it with wonder. "Amaris..." His

Chapter 33: Cries of A Sorrowed HeartAmaris stirred awake. Her body was heavy while her mind was still in a daze. A strange ache throbbed in her heart, and her head spun with fragments of her last memory—the blinding golden light, the howl of the wind, and Alaric's desperate voice calling out to her, his hand reaching but never touching. Her heart clenched as reality slowly settled in, seeping through the fog of her mind. She opened her eyes fully, and dread washed over her as she recognized her surroundings.She was back in her room.The familiar walls seemed to mock her. It was stark and cold compared to the warmth of the cabin she'd just left. Panic clawed at her chest as she took it all in. Her heart pounded with a painful urgency. She scrambled upright, and in her haste, her hand brushed over her belly—still rounded, still carrying the child that should not have followed her here. She was still wearing the dress she'd worn that last night, when Alaric had promised everything goo

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 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 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