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And finally, the rage I felt towards Nolan because he and Zeke chose this moment to go and visit the council of witches elected to oversee the magical community, just two towns over.
In his defense, he didn’t know my water would break just six hours after his departure, but when you’re in the middle of contractions those details seem to slip through the cracks.
It wasn’t until I was in a birthing room at the hospital, with no less than a dozen staff members flitting about, that Nolan tore through the door. From where I laid in bed, snarling at anyone who came too close, I could see the line of visitors piling up just outside the room.
At the front of the crowd was Dad, Flora, and their daughter, Penelope. Grandma stood at their side, flanked by Nolan’s parents, Zeke, Tessa, Brandon, Ember, Tristan, Mason, and Clara. The others at their back were hospital staff or overly excited pack members hoping for a glimpse at the future Alpha or Luna.
“You’re late!” I meant to snarl the words at Nolan, to convey how furious I was, but a vicious contraction tore through me so sharply that the words came out in an agonized yelp.
Nolan skidded to a stop at my side, wasting no time as he smoothed the hair away from my face. There was pain burning in his eyes, but it was overshadowed with awe and the innocent kind of joy that came with watching your child come into the world.
His hand found mine, toying with the rings on my left hand. He made no mention of how drenched in sweat I was, and instead whispered in my ear.
“You’re absolutely beautiful.”
Breyona leaned over the side of the bed, forcing a straw into my mouth. Her stern expression told me to drink, and despite the pain tearing up my spine, I obliged.
Only she and Holly were permitted in the room considering they were the only two
I’d allow near me. Call it instincts or the horrors of the past, but some animalistic part of me was already attached to this child and skeptical of anyone who tried to come close.
“I’m so sorry, baby. We got here as quick as we could. Fuck, I’m glad we got here when we did.” He panted, still drool worthy with his hair disheveled and hospital scrubs hanging off his muscular form.
If I wasn’t in such pain, I would’ve peed myself laughing when Nolan, naked as the day he was born, rushed into the room.
The doctor, a kind woman whose name
I’d already forgotten, guided my feet onto this metal contraption that left me wide and very much exposed to the entire room. She rolled a stool over and situated herself front and center stage.
With every contraction, I unleashed my full strength on Nolan’s hand, spitting and snarling as the pain surpassed any and all thresholds. My incredible mate didn’t balk, not even once. Through every one of my death grips, he murmured words of encouragement and reminded me that even covered in sweat and gasping for breath, I was the thing he treasured most.
“Alright, Luna. Are you ready to push?” The doctor asked, peering up from between my legs.
I bit back a snarl. “Do I have a choice?”
“No, you do not.” She said, though not unkindly. “With that, lets begin.”
The doctor began counting softly, instructing me when to push and how hard. The nurses, who kept a healthy distance, kept a monitor on my vitals. During contractions, they’d gone over breathing techniques and how I should employ them as I pushed. At first, I hadn’t been paying much attention, but I guess my brain stored the information somewhere because the second I began pushing, all of their tips rushed to the surface.
Pain, so much pain that it shouldn’t have been possible, drilled it’s way through my body, carving a path that ended at the junction where my legs met. My own voice rang in my ears, loud and shrill, higher than I’d ever heard it before.
“Fuck, I’d kill for some painkillers.” I cried out, but it was useless. Morphine and epidurals were meant for humans, not werewolves.
In any other situation, I would’ve forced my magic into reality, carving my pain out of existence, but since becoming pregnant my magic had been…wonky, to say the least.
Nolan, doing what he could, attempted to distract me.
“Do you still think it’s a girl?” He asked.
We hadn’t gone through with a gender reveal. Both of us wanted to be surprised.
Gritting my teeth, I answered with utmost certainty. “It is.”
The lights in the hospital room began to flicker. Within seconds, the nurses started chittering nervously, their eyes flitting to the corners of the room. In the midst of the agony of my daughter clawing her way into the world, I noticed the shadows that had slithered into view.
They clung to the outskirts of the room, very much visible as they closed in.
Their attention wasn’t on me, but on the sharp squeal that came from between my legs as I pushed one final time and forced our child into the world.
“She’s so beautiful.” Breyona hiccupped; her cheeks red as tears streamed down her face. “She has your hair, Daisy. A full head of it.”
“It’s a girl?” I gasped, locking eyes with Nolan.
My mate stared at the small bundle swathed in a little pink blanket with nothing short of awe, his eyes glossy and flecked with brilliant gold.
The doctor cradled our daughter, the future of our pack, in her arms before passing her over to a nurse.
My heart stuttered as I reached out for my daughter, but before I could utter a command, the doctor was once again in between my legs.
A sharp slash of pain split my stomach in two, traveling down, down, down. It felt like a contraction, only worse. That wasn’t possible, though. It couldn’t be. The shadows hadn’t left yet. They were still there, creeping closer as they watched with silent interest.
“Oh, fuck. What’s happening?” I cried out, frantically looking Breyona and Holly.
Holly’s face paled as she stood behind the doctor, peeking over her shoulder. When Breyona joined her, I thought my friend might faint.
“Oh my goddess…” Breyona gasped.
Holly’s eyes flickered up to my own.
You’re not done yet, Daisy. There’s another coming.” 1
Seconds and minutes bled into one cacophony of pain. Voices merged into one, drowned out by the screams that I still couldn’t quite believe were coming from me. It could’ve been hours that passed for all I knew.
When a second wail hit the air, I was completely void of energy, fighting sleep. with every breath I forced from my lungs.
The shadows had retreated to the corners of the room, whispering in feverish voices that I only managed to catch snippets of.
The doctor raised her head, her eyes watering as a smile graced her lips.
“Congratulation’s, Alpha and Luna. It’s a boy.”
Holly and Tristan
Three Years Later Holly’s P.O.V.
The breeze was blissfully cold against my skin, the sunlight a slight tingle that rippled over my exposed arms and shoulders.
Winter was approaching, tainting the air with its crisp scent. No matter how much
I ventured outdoors and basked in the sunlight, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough. Even though I burned easily- thank you, Vampire genetics-it was a wonderful taste of freedom that I’d never take for granted.
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