The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 447

SIGRID

The cry of my daughter, my firstborn.

"Silas," I gasped, my voice shaky, sinking into the soft fur blanket beneath me.

I could feel more fluids flowing between my legs, the pain barely subsiding. The air inside the cave was thick with intense scents.

A tiny bundle was gently placed on my chest.

I opened my eyes and saw her, a wrinkled little thing with platinum-white hair like Silas. She was so small, her skin still red from birth, her tiny mouth trembling in a pout as if she wanted to cry again.

Her little nose twitched, recognizing my scent, and that alone seemed to soothe her.

"It’s our little wolf, Sigrid. She’s so tiny... Is she... is she okay?" Silas looked down at her, his expression filled with concern.

Our pups had arrived earlier than expected, which was the only reason I had dared to leave home in the first place.

I watched her too, feeling the same worry as a fresh wave of pain crashed through me.

"Love, I don’t know... I feel like my breasts are full. Should I try to feed her?" I clenched my teeth, barely holding back a scream. My other babies wouldn’t last much longer.

I needed to push again. Over and over.

"Sigrid..." Silas cupped my face and wiped the sweat from my forehead with the cloth beside him. "I’d give anything to take this pain for you."

"I know, I know... but don’t worry. I can do this. I will do this." I wasn’t just saying it for him. I needed to hear it too.

Our attention shifted back to our daughter, who had started crying again.

We were first-time parents, caught in the middle of a delicate situation.

I watched as Silas extended his index finger, slicing it open before bringing it to her tiny, rosy lips.

I reached out to stop him. His blood was powerful. I wasn’t sure if it was safe for our newborn pup, but incredibly, she stopped whimpering the moment she caught its scent.

Her little mouth latched onto his finger, instinctively feeding from the vital essence.

I was stunned when I saw tiny, retractable milk canines emerge from her gums.

How was that even possible? She had just been born.

"Silas, she looks better." I smiled at my mate, who had a dumbfounded look on his face. At least he didn’t seem as grim anymore.

"I’d give her all my blood if I had to. Just promise me you’ll never make Mama suffer like this again. Deal?" His voice was softer than I had ever heard before.

I stared at him, completely and utterly in love.

Despite everything, he had wanted this so badly. He had wanted to be a father.

Even in his moment of weakness, when he thought he was losing me, he would have never abandoned our pups. I was sure of it.

He would love them more than anything.

"What should we call her?" I asked.

"Lyra. She will be Lyra, a strong and brave woman, my little wolf."

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