The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 455

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Freya even had to take the newborn pup away and wrap him tightly in blankets—Katherine was having another difficult moment. The second pup turned out to be bigger than the first.

"AAAAHHHHH!" With a mind-shattering scream and the last remnants of her magic, the room surged with energy as she pushed with everything she had for her second child.

Gabrielle let out a tired huff, but Sigrid was completely drained, her belly protruding beneath her loose dress.

She wiped the sweat from her trembling hand, satisfied with the good deed she had done. Silas had almost forbidden her from coming, but of course, she wasn’t going to miss this.

Suddenly, the murmurs and panting were interrupted by the strong cry of the newborn lycan. Sigrid expected to see her mother’s joyous expression, yet Valeria’s smile froze on her face.

"Is something wrong?" Elliot asked tensely. The wolf in his arms squirmed to look, nervous and on the verge of fainting.

"No, no, it’s just… Mom, come here," Valeria called Gabrielle through clenched teeth.

Freya, who had just placed the first pup in the cradle, also rushed over to wrap the newborn.

Both women stood behind Valeria as she lifted the tiny creature in her hands.

The pup’s fur was black like Vorath’s, but there was something very, very unusual…

"Tell me I’m not hallucinating. This… this is a little girl, right?" Valeria stammered in disbelief.

Her eyes clearly saw the pup’s sex, but she had been told so many times that female lycans were nearly extinct that she had given up believing in such a miracle.

"It’s a girl, is that a problem?" Freya asked, the only one in the room completely clueless about the significance.

"A… a female? But she was born in her wolf form, she’s a… a female lycan?" Elliot’s eyes fixed on his daughter.

The truth was, gender didn’t matter much to him—but even he couldn’t believe he had fathered such a rare being.

"It doesn’t matter what she is. Wrap her quickly—she’s shivering, Mom," Sigrid pulled them out of their stunned silence, and Valeria snapped into action, taking the cloth from Freya’s hands.

The pups were cleaned and placed to nurse from their mother’s milk.

Now that the pain and uncertainty had passed, with the support of her mate’s blood, Katherine was able to remain stable without additional help.

She curled up around her two children, savoring these new and special sensations.

"Does she need any special care because she’s a girl?" Freya asked Gabrielle with respect.

She still didn’t understand the fuss.

Valeria, meanwhile, checked on Sigrid, who was seated in an armchair, catching her breath. Her back was killing her—carrying three supernatural beings hadn’t been easy.

"No, not really. It’s just that… no one has seen a female lycan in… well, I can’t even remember how long, and I’m quite ancient," Gabrielle admitted with an embarrassed smile.

"But she’s healthy, and they can care for her just like their other pup," she added, glancing toward the bed. "I feel like this is a sign of change. Things will get better."

She murmured with emotion.

The lycan race, once believed nearly extinct, would flourish again. They had already paid for their past sins against the elementals—it was time for their resurgence.

*****

A while later, after organizing and replacing the sheets with fresh, clean ones, everyone had left the room.

Elliot and Katherine had no idea how to properly thank the Selenias for their invaluable help.

"Witches on broomsticks are here to support each other," Valeria joked with a wink at Katherine, who would have smiled in gratitude if she weren’t still in wolf form.

Without them, she might not have made it.

Freya left with instructions that Aldo and Tomás would hunt to help Elliot during the upcoming weeks. They did as told and sighed in relief, knowing everything had gone well.

The entire castle buzzed with curiosity, despite Elliot’s efforts to keep everything intimate within his pack.

To most elementals, this was an exotic event. Of course, after the "clean-up," only trusted personnel remained to care for them.

The private investigator had been promoted to Royal Chief Investigator, now the terror of anyone who even considered rebellion.

Before the thought of protest could even form in someone’s mind, guards were already at their doorstep, arresting them.

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