Chapter 142: Unfit To Bear My Child

Elara’s POV

I crashed into him, grabbing him, reaching for his face, his body, desperate to make sure he was real.

The warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips sent a jolt of relief through me.

He was real.

He was alive.

He sat on the couch, head tilted slightly downward, eyes closed, as if he were just asleep.

I pressed my hands to his face, patting his cheeks. “Kaelen—wake up, baby, please—”