My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 224: A Cage of Silk

The world outside Raelynn’s window blurred into a wash of golden hues and deepening twilight. The sun had long begun its descent, painting the sky with muted streaks of amber and violet, but the beauty of it barely registered in her mind. She lay in bed, wrapped in the softest sheets money could buy, yet every inch of her body felt weighed down, as if she were sinking into the mattress rather than resting on it.

It had been days since she started feeling like this—drained, breathless, as though her body was betraying her with each passing second. And in those days, one thing had become painfully clear.

She was being watched.

It wasn’t in an obvious way. No locked doors, no iron chains keeping her confined. It was far more subtle than that, but no less suffocating.

There was always someone around.

If it wasn’t Sloane quietly sitting near the doorway, pretending to be lost in a book while sneaking glances at her every few minutes, it was Hera, appearing with warm bowls of broth and soft words of encouragement, as if trying to keep her distracted. Even Zake visited too often, his check-ups frequent and thorough, but never quite telling her anything useful.

And then there was him.

Elion.

He never hovered too close, nor did he outright smother her with concern. But he was there. Always. Silent as a shadow, watching. His presence was never loud, never demanding, yet it was impossible to ignore.

And most infuriating of all—he never talked about it.

Her fingers curled weakly into the sheets as she stared at the ceiling, the faint flicker of the chandelier above casting soft patterns across the room. When the door creaked open, she didn’t even have to turn her head to know who it was.

The air shifted, a faint trace of something cold and familiar slipping into the space. A presence she had come to recognize instinctively.

"Elion," she murmured.

The sound of measured footsteps moved closer.

"I thought you were asleep."

"I was," she admitted, forcing her heavy eyelids open. He stood at the edge of the room, dressed in dark cloth, his posture effortlessly composed. His pale gaze flickered over her. "But then I realized something."

His brow lifted just slightly, the only indication of his curiosity. "And what’s that?"

Raelynn inhaled slowly, gathering what little strength she had left. She turned her head to look at him fully, studying his expression. Unwavering. Controlled. But she had learned how to look beyond that.

"You’re avoiding it," she said, her voice quieter now.

Elion didn’t react immediately, but there was the faintest shift in the air between them, as if something invisible had tightened.

"I don’t know what you mean," he said simply.

Raelynn let out a weak, breathy laugh—except it wasn’t amused at all. It was tired. Frustrated.

"You never talk about it," she pressed, her fingers curling against the sheets again. "Not once. Not even when I ask."

Elion exhaled softly, his gaze lowering for a brief moment before returning to her.

"There’s nothing to talk about," he said.

"Bullshit."

The word came out harsher than she expected, but she didn’t regret it.

A flicker of something crossed his face, so fast she almost missed it. Not anger, not surprise—something else. Something deeper.

"Elion," she said his name again, this time softer. "Why won’t you tell me what’s happening to me?" frёeωebɳovel.com

For the first time since stepping into the room, Elion’s mask faltered. Barely. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out. He stared at her, as if debating something in his mind.

Raelynn swallowed against the dryness in her throat, her pulse weak but steady.

"I feel like I’m dying," she admitted, her voice shaking slightly. "And you—you just act like it’s nothing. Like it’s fine. But it’s not."

Something flickered in his expression.

And then, just like that, the wall was back up.

"You need to rest," Elion said quietly. "Pushing yourself like this will only make it worse."

Raelynn let out a slow, frustrated breath.

That was it? That was all he was going to say?

"Elion," she tried again, struggling to sit up, but the moment she lifted her upper body, a sharp pain stabbed through her chest.

She gasped, her body instantly recoiling, her breath coming in short, ragged pulls. A wave of dizziness crashed over her, the room spinning in slow, nauseating circles.

In an instant, Elion was at her side.

His movements were too fast, but she was too lightheaded to care. Before she could protest, his hands were on her shoulders, gently pushing her back down against the pillows.

"Don’t," he murmured. "Lie down."

Raelynn could barely process what was happening. Her body was trembling, her vision going in and out of focus.

Elion’s grip wasn’t forceful, but it was firm—unmovable. His fingers were ice-cold against her skin, the contrast burning through the heat pulsing in her body.

"Elion," she whispered. "Please… just tell me…"

A long silence stretched between them.

Then—so quietly she almost thought she imagined it—Elion whispered, "I can’t."

Raelynn’s breath hitched.

I can’t.

Not "I don’t know."

Not "There’s nothing wrong."

But "I can’t."

Her skin prickled. A chill ran down her spine.

Before she could ask him what he meant, a sharp, unfamiliar voice rang from the doorway.

"Elion."

Both of them turned.

Standing at the threshold was Zake, his usual calm expression gone. In its place was something almost grim.

Elion’s grip on her shoulders tightened for the briefest second before he straightened, his face once again unreadable.

"Not now," Elion said quietly.

Zake’s gaze flickered to Raelynn before landing back on Elion.

"…It’s urgent," Zake said. His voice was calm, but there was something beneath it. Something serious.

Elion didn’t move right away. For a long moment, he stayed still, staring at Zake with that cold, unreadable gaze.

Then, slowly, he stepped back.

Raelynn’s breathing was still shallow, her head still spinning, but her mind was racing.

Something was wrong.

She could feel it.

Elion turned back to her, his face carefully controlled.

"I’ll be back soon," he said.

Raelynn swallowed, her throat dry.

"…Liar," she whispered.

Elion’s expression didn’t change. But something in his eyes darkened.

Then, without another word, he walked out.

And for the first time since she arrived in this place, Raelynn felt truly afraid.

Because now she knew—whatever was happening to her, Elion already knew the answer.

And he wasn’t telling her.