Hearing her confidence,the others relaxed.
Laughter spread again.
Under their relentless torment…a sudden, tearing pain exploded through my abdomen.
I froze.
My breath stuttered.
Something hot and heavy
flowed between my legs.
I looked down.
Blood.
So much blood.
Panic swallowed me whole.
“No… no…” I whispered.
I lifted my head, eyes blazing with desperation.
“Get the healer!” I screamed.“My pup… he’s dying!”
At the word pup,Lyra finally flicked her hand.
The crowd parted,she walked toward me slowly,amused,like approaching a dying animal.
Her gaze dropped to the blood pooling beneath me.
“Want me to save him?” she asked lazily.
“Then kneel.”
The world blurred.
I bit my lip so hard I tasted iron.
Then I forced my broken body forward and fell to my knees.
Over and over,I lowered my head.
Each time,my vision dimmed.
Each time,pain exploded through my spine.
I no longer cared about pride，or dignity.
I only saw his face in my mind.
The Alpha.
The night he pressed his forehead to my stomach and whispered:
“This little one… saved me too.”
“You’re not just my Luna.”
“You’re my future.”
And this child…was our future.My life.My entire world.
“I’ll do anything,” I choked.
“I’ll give you anything… just save him…”