My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 240: When the Truth Refuses to Fade

Raelynn’s eyes fluttered open long before the sun had touched the sky. The pale blue of early dawn stretched across the ceiling of the room, casting faint shadows on the walls. She lay still, her body stiff and unmoving beneath the sheets, eyes wide and unblinking as though she hadn’t really slept at all.

Because she hadn’t.

Not really.

Her mind had barely allowed her a few moments of shallow rest. Sleep had come in short, broken waves—no peace, no dreams, just the heavy weight of disbelief pressing on her chest. She blinked up at the ceiling, her breaths slow and shallow, her hand resting instinctively just below her collarbone. Her heart still felt strange. Not just the condition that had plagued her for years, but something deeper. Something more rattled. As if it didn’t know how to beat steadily anymore.

She turned her head slowly to the side, where the morning light had begun pouring through the curtain, soft and golden. It painted the edge of the window frame in a soft glow, warming the wall and casting a long rectangle of sunlight across the bed.

Morning. Already.

So much for rest.

Raelynn pushed herself up slowly, groaning under her breath as her limbs resisted. She hadn’t changed clothes—still wearing the same loose top from last night, a little wrinkled and sticking slightly to her back from the night sweat. Her hair was a mess, strands sticking to her cheek and tangled at the back. She rubbed her face with both hands and let out a long, tired breath.

Her thoughts wouldn’t quiet.

What had happened? What… really happened?

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, bare feet pressing softly against the cold wooden floor. Her fingers gripped the edge of the mattress, grounding herself as she stared at the sunlight creeping across the floorboards.

"It had to be a dream," she whispered to herself.

Her voice sounded too quiet. Like it didn’t want to disturb the stillness around her. Like even her own words couldn’t believe it.

But it wasn’t a dream.

Axel had come.

There was a fight.

And Elion—

Raelynn closed her eyes tightly. Her throat tensed.

Elion had said he was… a vampire.

Vampire.

That word alone still felt ridiculous in her mind. Like something out of a fantasy novel or a late-night horror movie marathon. It didn’t belong in her world. Her world had always been so… real. So simple. So human.

And yet, here she was.

Her heart began to thump harder in her chest, a mixture of fear and disbelief swelling up inside her. Her hands clenched against the blanket.

"Stop it," she muttered. "Stop thinking like this. You’re just tired. You’re confused."

She stood up slowly and walked to the window, pulling the curtain back slightly. The sun had risen higher now, casting warm gold over the buildings outside. Birds chirped softly from the trees below, the world outside her window completely unaware that her own world had shifted on its axis.

She leaned her forehead against the cool glass.

Elion had looked so calm when he said it.

Like he wasn’t even scared to admit it. Like it was normal. Like it wasn’t something that would turn her world upside down.

And Axel… oh God. Axel’s face when he fought Elion. The panic in his voice when he shouted at her. The pain. The blood.

Raelynn’s stomach turned.

Was Axel okay?

She hadn’t seen him after she passed out. She remembered her body giving out, collapsing under the pressure of it all—her heart, her fear, her confusion. And then nothing.

Just a dark void.

She moved away from the window and returned to the bed, sitting at the edge again, arms wrapped tightly around her stomach.

If she closed her eyes, she could still hear their voices echoing in her head.

"You don’t know what he is, Raelynn!"

She shook her head hard.

"No. No, no, no."

How could she believe any of it?

But how could she not, after what she saw and his confession?

He said he was a vampire. And yet… he had saved her. Protected her. Even when Axel pulled that blade, Elion hadn’t attacked her. He had only reached for her. His expression hadn’t been cruel. It had been… desperate.

Like he didn’t want to hurt anyone. Like he only wanted her to be safe.

Why?

She pulled her knees up onto the bed and wrapped her arms around them, resting her chin atop her legs. The morning light felt warm on her skin, but it didn’t ease the cold building in her chest.

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And she wasn’t sure if she was ready to face it.

Still, the truth was there now, out in the open.

Elion wasn’t human.

And now, neither was her life.

Raelynn exhaled slowly, her breath shaky, her fingers twitching against the sides of her legs. Her eyes, rimmed red from a night of restless thoughts, drifted to the closed door. She stared at it like it might answer the questions burning in her chest.

You have a choice now.

The thought came unbidden, like a whisper from someone else—stronger, surer. But it was hers. A quiet truth buried beneath the fear.

A choice.

No more lies. No more ignorance.

"Shit," she muttered, dragging a hand through her tangled hair. Her fingers snagged on knots, and she yanked hard, frustrated. She wasn’t the same girl who arrived here weeks ago. She’d watched Elion’s eyes shift in the moonlight. She’d heard the truth in his voice. Felt it in the way the world tilted the moment he admitted what he was.

A vampire.

And now her life was tangled in his like vines on stone.

A knock sounded on the door—soft, measured.

Raelynn froze.

Then the door creaked open, and Hera stepped inside with the same grace she always had. Her long black dress whispered against the floor, silver tray balanced in her hands, steam rising from the tea she brought every morning.

Routine.

So normal.

Too normal.