Semua Bab FORBIDDEN BOND: The Alpha's Desire : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Kael paced back and forth in Alaric’s office, hands tugging at the hem of his soft silk shirt, his bare feet moving quickly across the warm floor.Alaric sat on the edge of the desk, arms crossed, watching him with worry. “Kael—”“They noticed it,” Kael cut in, voice shaking. “You did. Then she did. And she doesn’t even know me. How—how is it so obvious already?”“It’s not obvious,” Alaric said gently, pushing off the desk to move toward him. “She just has a sharp nose, that’s all. Probably sharper than mine.”“I layered the blocker,” Kael whispered, voice hoarse. “I got a new one from my mom’s room this morning. I put on two coats. It shouldn’t have come through. It shouldn’t have—” He clenched his fists. “What if the King noticed? What if he knows?”Alaric reached out to touch his arm, but Kael flinched and stepped back, his breathing fast.“If the King finds out I’m an Omega—my status was erased, Alaric. Erased. Do you understand what that means? That I’ve been lying. That I’ve bee

Alaric’s hand lingered at the curve of Kael’s back, like he was staking his quiet claim. They hovered just outside the rosewood parlor, caught in this hush that felt charged—warm, electric, and tangled up with all the words they hadn’t dared to say.“She’s waiting,” Alaric murmured, his eyes searching Kael’s face. “No need to be nervous, she's a wonderful being. I just want you to meet her properly… as my mate.”Kael’s heart skipped. Mate. The word still felt unreal on his tongue, even when it came from Alaric’s mouth. Kael nodded, fingers curling slightly at his sides.Alaric opened the door—no hesitation—and pulled him in behind.Grandma was camped out by the hearth, her shawl half-off like she couldn’t be bothered. The fire threw lazy gold shapes across her face, softening the map of years etched into her skin. She looked up sharp, and Kael felt that stare hit him—gentle, sure, but heavy in a way he couldn’t quite pin down, like she was seeing right through to something he hadn’t ev

“I'm pregnant?”The quiet after the women left? It just sat heavy in the room, buzzing in Kael’s ears like a radio stuck between stations. Honestly, it felt like trying to pull in air through a wet blanket—thick, suffocating, and just plain wrong.He hadn’t moved from the bed, pillows stacked behind him like some pitiful barricade. Alaric was parked at the edge, which was classic of him—close enough you could reach out and grab his sleeve, but still with this weird, careful gap, like he was afraid of crowding Kael or maybe himself.Kael’s hands were shaking a bit, fingers twitching over the crumpled sheets. The whole room felt like it was holding its breath.“Pregnant…” he whispered. The word didn’t sound real.It echoed in his head, bouncing between disbelief and panic.His eyes flicked to Alaric.“Tell me they’re wrong,” he said, voice quiet. Fragile. “Tell me this is some… some sickness. Or something else. Because—” he shook his head “—I’m a male. I shouldn’t—this shouldn’t even be

(Kael’s POV)I don’t think I’ve ever been this… watched.Not in the public sense—being stared at is just part of being a royal staff, unfortunately. I mean this kind of watch; Like I’m a ticking time bomb made of glass and moonlight. Like if I breathe too deep, both Alphas will drop to their knees and beg the goddess to grant them mercy.Alaric is the worst offender. Or… the most obvious one.After the whole "get out and let me dress him" order he flung at Aaron, I was too stunned to argue. Aaron didn’t, either. Just gave a low whistle and smirked his way out the door, probably plotting murder in his mind.And then it was just me and Alaric in my chambers again.He didn’t say much. Just stepped toward the wardrobe like he owned the place—which, in fairness, he kind of does by now—and pulled out a casual summer dress. Flowy. Soft. Very… pink. With little white bows on the sleeves.“Seriously?” I asked, brows raised.Alaric didn’t even blink. “You look soft in this.”“You want me soft?”

(Kael’s POV)Alaric’s chamber was dim, the windows slightly cracked to let in the summer night air. The scent of lavender oil and polished cedarwood filled the room, gentle and grounding. I stood in front of the mirror, drowsy, warm from the shower Alaric had practically dragged me into the moment we returned from Grandma’s chambers.“You’re hovering,” I muttered, watching his reflection over my shoulder.He was right behind me, close enough that I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest at my back. His hands were wrapped around my waist as he adjusted the soft squishy sleepwear he insisted I wear tonight. Something light blue, overly plush, too soft for anyone’s good. It made me feel like a walking marshmallow.“I’m not hovering. I’m ensuring my Omega’s comfort,” he said in that low Alpha voice of his—deep, teasing, and so serious at the same time it annoyed me.“Your Omega,” I echoed under my breath, just to feel how the words sat on my tongue. I wasn’t sure if I liked how