Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Chapter 200

Aria’s POV

"Our little baby?"

The words didn’t make sense.

They were English words. They formed a coherent sentence. Kael was looking at me with something warm and amused in his black-gold eyes, like he’d expected exactly this reaction, which meant—

Oh.

Oh no.

"You’re pregnant," Kael said. He said it the way you’d tell someone the sky was blue. Fact. Certainty. A thing that had already happened and was simply waiting for me to catch up. "About four weeks along, from what the doctors said."

I stared at him.

My hand moved without my permission. I pressed my palm flat against my stomach.

There was nothing there. Just the soft curve of my belly—there had always been that soft curve, that was just my body, that was just what I looked like. But underneath that palm, if Kael was telling the truth, if the doctors had confirmed this, then there was—

A baby.

A small, impossible, miraculous baby.

Our baby.

A strange noise escaped my mouth. Something between a laugh and a sob. My eyes went wet.

"Hey." Kael shifted closer. His hand covered mine, pressed gently against my stomach. "Hey, don’t cry."

"I’m not—" I stopped. I was definitely crying. The tears were already running down my face. "I didn’t know. I didn’t feel—how did I not know?"

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead. Soft. Careful. Like I was made of something fragile.

"A baby," I whispered.

"Our baby," Kael corrected. There was something in his voice I’d never heard before. Something that made my chest tight. "The doctors said you were malnourished when you came in. We need to change that. We need to keep you healthy. We need to—"

He stopped. Took a breath. Like he was trying to rein himself in.

"This is real, right?" I said. "You’re not—you’re not joking with me?"

His black-gold eyes met mine.

"I don’t joke about this," he said quietly. "Not about you. Not about our baby."

The certainty in his voice. The absolute conviction. It settled something in my chest that had been wild and uncertain for months. Maybe longer than that.

I nodded slowly.

Then I opened my mouth, and before I could think about whether this was the right time or the right way, I found myself telling him everything. The white clearing. The flowers that smelled like moonlight. The silver wolf who had silver fur and knew my name before I knew she was real. The woman in white with eyes that held centuries, who told me things that couldn’t possibly be true but that had felt more real than breathing.

"She said—" I stopped, trying to find the words. "The moon goddess, or whoever she was. She said that I was coming into my own. That there was power in me, old power, power that came from being Omega, from being overlooked, from being the kind of woman nobody expects anything from."

Kael was listening. His hand had gone very still on my stomach.

"And the wolf. Artemis. She was so *real*, Kael. Not like before when I could barely hear her, barely feel her. In that place, she was solid. She was right there with me. She said—" My voice cracked. "She said she’d always been with me. That I just couldn’t hear her."

I took a shaky breath.

"Kael, she felt like she was coming home."

He didn’t say anything for a long moment. His black-gold eyes were doing something complicated, flicking through a series of emotions I couldn’t quite track. Skepticism gave way to something else. Calculation. And beneath that, something that looked almost like concern.

"The doctors said it was fever dreams," I continued. "You said it was probably stress and exhaustion and my mind showing me what I needed to see. And maybe you’re right, maybe I was just—"

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