Lahat ng Kabanata ng Burned by My Ex, Reborn as His King's Mate : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

SERAPHINATears streamed down my cheeks again, hearing Kaelos talk to our baby.“And your Mommy,” Kaelos continued, looking at me with a smile, “she's the most amazing woman in the world. You're so lucky to have her as your Mommy. We're both lucky to have her.”“Kaelos,” I whispered, my chest overwhelming with emotion.He leaned in and kissed me—a sweet, gentle kiss, full of promise.“Thank you, Sera,” he whispered on my lips. “Thank you for making my life complete. Thank you for giving me a family. Thank you for... for choosing me.”“Always you,” I whispered back. “Always will be you.”That night, we lay together, surrounded by the fading light of candles, talking about the future—about the nursery we would design, the names we liked, what it would feel like when the baby kicked for the first time.Kaelos couldn't stop touching my belly, couldn't stop smiling, couldn't stop talking about how excited he was.And I... I had never felt this happy.In my previous life, I never knew happi

KAELOS“SERA, WAIT! DON'T LIFT THAT!”I ran across the office like a madman, nearly crashing into a desk, just to snatch the file folder—which weighed maybe half a kilogram—from Seraphina's hands.She looked at me with an expression that was a combination of amusement and exasperation. “Kaelos, it's just a folder.”“A heavy folder,” I insisted, placing it carefully on her desk. “You shouldn't be lifting anything heavy.”“Kaelos, dear,” Seraphina said with patience that was clearly wearing thin, “I'm three weeks pregnant. Three weeks. I'm not fragile. I can lift a folder.”“But the baby book says—”“The baby book says to avoid heavy lifting,” she cut in with gentle firmness. “Heavy lifting is like furniture or heavy boxes. Not file folders that literally weigh less than a pound.”I opened my mouth to argue, but Seraphina raised her hand, stopping me.“And before you say anything,” she continued, "I checked with the doctor yesterday. Dr. Helena said I can continue with normal activities

KAELOSSomething is wrong.I can feel it—my Alpha instinct, always alert, the mate bond connecting me to Seraphina on a level deeper than conscious thought. Since last night, something has been off.Seraphina looks paler than usual. Her morning sickness, which usually subsides after morning, has persisted throughout the day. She barely ate anything at dinner, forcing down only a few bites before saying she wasn't hungry.And now, this morning, when I woke up, she was still asleep—which is unusual because she's usually the one who wakes up first.“Sera?” I call softly, stroking her hair. “Love, it's time to wake up. We have an appointment with Dr. Helena for a routine checkup.”She mumbles something indistinct, but doesn't open her eyes.Worry begins to creep into my chest. I touched her forehead—it was a little warm, but she didn't have a fever.“Sera, honey,” I tried again, this time a little more urgently. “Wake up.”Finally, her eyes slowly opened. But what made me almost panic was

SERAPHINAI woke up to the sound of the clinic door opening and hurried footsteps. Before I could fully open my eyes, I heard the voice I had longed to hear.“SERAPHINA!”“Mama?” I opened my eyes, and tears immediately streamed down my face when I saw Mama running in with a worried look on her face, Papa right behind her.“Oh, my child,” Mama was by my side in an instant, her hand gently touching my face, her green eyes scanning my entire body with deep concern. “Honey, look at you... you're so pale...”“Mama,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Papa...”Papa stood on the other side of the bed, his hand holding mine firmly but gently. I could see tears in his eyes—something very rare—and that made my tears flow even more.“We're here now, princess,” Papa said in a slightly trembling voice. “We're here.”Kaelos, who had been sleeping in the recliner chair next to me, woke up with a sudden movement. “Athena, Bastian,” he stood up immediately, looking a little disoriented from sleep but qu

SERAPHINATwo weeks have passed since that terrifying day at the clinic, and I can feel a significant difference in my body. Morning sickness is still there—Dr. Helena said it might continue into the second trimester—but with the right medication and a strict eating schedule, it's much more manageable.Most importantly, I feel stronger. My energy is slowly returning.“Seraphina, dear, time for your morning snack,” Mama's voice called from outside the room, followed by a soft knock.“Come in, Mama,” I called back, closing the pregnancy guidebook I was reading.Mama entered with a tray of crackers, sliced fruit, and a glass of ginger tea—a morning routine that had been established for two weeks. “How are you feeling this morning?”“Good, actually,” I smiled genuinely. “I woke up without nausea for the first time in weeks.”“Oh, that's wonderful news!” Mama's face lit up with relief and joy. She placed the tray on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed. “This means the medicati