All Chapters of Pregnant For My Father-in-Law: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Ciara’s POVA low groan escaped him and his cock slipped from my entrance and i nearly cried as i stared at him, my hands falling to the bed He hovered above me, braced on his elbows so none of his weight touched my rounded belly. His golden eyes were nearly black, rimmed in glowing crimson, the wolf and the man warring behind them. Every muscle in his powerful body was locked tight with restraint. I could see it, the way his jaw flexed, the faint tremor in his arms, the way his cock twitched heavily against my inner thigh, leaking hot precum onto my skin. He was fighting so hard for control it made my heart ache and my pussy clench even harder around nothing.I reached up, cupped the back of his neck, and pulled him down. The kiss I gave him was soft at first,just a brush of lips, sweet and pleading. Then I smiled against his mouth, that slow, knowing smile that always made his eyes darken further.“Please,” I whispered, voice husky with need. “Fuck me, Dax. I’m burning for you. I

Inara’s POVBy the time I finished breakfast, I had already argued with two healers, insulted one cup of medicine and threatened to start walking around naked if everyone in Shadowfen continued treating me like a dying widow instead of a woman with one perfectly manageable dagger wound. The older healer only gave me that patient look healers always gave difficult patients, checked the bandage on my arm again and assured me for the sixth time that the poison had been fully neutralized, the flesh was healing properly and I only needed rest. I nodded like a good girl, told him I had been saying that since yesterday and then stood up before he could start another lecture about not straining my body. Honestly, if I heard one more person tell me to rest, I was going to rest my fist against their mouth.Ella stood near the side table, watching me with that calm, polite judgment of hers while folding the cloth that had covered my food tray. “Lady Inara, the healer said you should not move

Ciara’s POVThe meeting was awkward.There was really no gentler way to describe it. The room was wide, elegant and far too quiet, with tall windows showing the last bruised colors of sunset beyond Shadowfen’s dark hills, but somehow the silence inside felt heavier than the one outside. Ayla was already seated when Dax and I arrived, dressed in pale gray like she had been carved from winter stone, her posture straight, expression unreadable and her eyes sharp enough to make me remember very clearly that this was the same woman who had once looked at me like killing me was a reasonable solution to an inconvenience. Valerio was there too, sitting on the other side with that grave calm of his, but after what happened in the hallway, even looking at him made something uncomfortable move under my skin.Dax sat beside me, but his attention was not truly on the meeting table but on Valerio.He did not glare openly, not exactly, but there was a hard watchfulness in him that made the air fee

Inara’s POV Walking through Shadowfen was easily one of the best decisions I had made since waking up in this realm. The pack grounds stretched far beyond the main house, a strange mixture of ancient stone paths, towering black trees, training fields, guarded buildings and open spaces where wolves moved around like they owned the earth beneath their feet. Technically, they probably did. I passed groups of warriors, servants, patrol guards and younger wolves carrying weapons or supplies, and my eyes naturally followed more than a few of the men because I was injured, not blind. God, werewolf men were unfair. They were all tall, broad, irritatingly fit and built like somebody had taken ordinary human men, corrected the disappointing parts and added supernatural arrogance for decoration. Some had long hair, some wore theirs cut short, some had scars, others had the kind of smooth, dangerous faces that probably made sensible women forget their mothers’ advice. They were good-lookin

Ciara’s POV“I want information.”I looked at Inara from where I sat beside her bed and sighed because I already knew whatever came next would not be normal.She had been talking almost nonstop since returning from the infirmary, apparently recovered enough to forget that she had reopened her wound and nearly started a second fight between Asher and Lance over who should carry her. The healers had changed her bandage, warned her to rest and left with the tired expressions of people who had realized their patient had no interest in cooperation. Now she lay against the pillows with her eyes bright, her energy completely restored and her mind clearly somewhere dangerous.“What information?” I asked, even though I knew better.“Everything.”I pulled the blanket higher over her body. “That is not an answer.”“It is a complete answer.” She held up one finger. “First, I need to know whether Lance is single.”I closed my eyes briefly.“Second,” she continued, lifting another finger, “I need