The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

I felt like my body was being run over by a truck. The pain was immense. Doctor Dimitri was supposed to give me something to reduce the pain, but he was not here. It was Evan only. But he was no doctor. The poor guy looked just as confused as I felt.

At least, my consciousness told me to just push and not think about anything else.

I bit into Evan's hand that he placed in my mouth to prevent me from biting my tongue and lips. I dug my fingers into the skin of his arm as I gave another hard push. It was working, or maybe it was not. I was not sure. I could understand nothing. There was only pain.

I motioned for Evan to take his hand back from my mouth, which he did. I panted, trying to catch my breath.

"I can't… Oh… It feels too… Can you just cut it out?"

"What?"

"Cut my belly open and…"

"No!" he said firmly. "You can do it. I know you can. King Demetrius also believes you can. You are just scared, Blue. Go on.

I know you can overcome your fear."

I let out a sob. Then, I pushed again. This time, I felt like it was progressing. And my body wanted to push again. I did. No matter how hard it was for me, I listened to my instinct.

"Ugh…!" I moaned in pain. It was severe, however, not exactly unbearable. I could do it. I must do it. My child was waiting. It wanted its mother to be brave.

I needed to be exactly that, to hold my child, to show it how much I loved it. "Gosh…"

"Breathe, Blue. Breathe," Evan said as he wiped the sweat from my face.

I breathed. Once, twice, thrice… Then, I pushed again. Suddenly, I felt too stuffy and there was the feeling of something burning inside my vagina. I cried in pain but pushed again.

I did not have to say anything. He automatically moved to my legs and his hands slid between my thighs.

"Do it again. I can see the head," he said. Whatever he saw there, whether it was gross or not, he did not let me sense any of that in his tone.

"It's burning!" I cried.

"I know it hurts. But come on. You need to do it again. You can do it. Go on. Aren't you a brave mother?"

Yes, I was. I was a brave mother. A loving wife. A warrior. A Queen. I was all of it.

I could be brave for my child, again and again.

And so I pushed again, ignoring the pain. It all happened in a flash then. It was as if just one more push was enough. The stuffy feeling was gone. The pain remained, but it was not burning anymore.

Then, I heard it. The cry.

"Oh…," I mumbled. "I did it."

"Yes, you did," Evan said. His voice trembled a little, but he was happy. He was smiling as he held up the bloody and slightly slimy body of a child who was crying. "It's a boy."

He placed my baby boy on my chest. I felt like my whole world had been built in a flash once again.

"Don't cry, my love. Mommy is here," I soothed the child. But who was I to ask him to stop crying when I was crying as well?

As I held my child as near to me as possible, someone kissed me on the forehead. "You did well. Good job."

Ah, I needed to hear it. I did well. I knew I did. I never knew being acknowledged could feel so good.

I wished I could just hold my child for a long time and not just go anywhere. But that was not possible. I had a lot of work to do.

I heard it was important to feed the child within an hour of its birth. The dress I was wearing had buttons on the front. I unbuttoned my dress and bared my chest from the right side. My baby boy instantly stopped crying as soon as he felt my nipple in his small mouth.

The feeling was quite different. It was calming. And I felt truly blessed.

"Shouldn't you do something about this…? Is it a cord?"

"You need to cut it," I said. "Can you do it? Do you have something fresh?"

"My knife is fresh. It's new. I can use it," he said.

"Alright…," I nodded.

As he cut the cord, I murmured, "Thank you, Evan. Thank you for being here. Thank you for everything."

"… That's what friends are for," he said. He gently touched the head of my baby boy and smiled. "He is born with a lot of hair."

Indeed. My baby boy had a head full of dark hair. His hair was black, completely black. I instantly knew it was Dem's hair.

He should have been here by my side. He should have seen his son before anyone else.

But he was now lying unconscious, almost dead.

After some time, when I felt my baby was well-fed, I kissed his little face, hands. He had not opened his eyes yet. Some babies opened their eyes quickly, and some took as long as twenty minutes.

I kissed my baby again and looked at Evan. Continue reading stories on My Virtual Library Empire

"Take him. He is your godchild. Please protect him," I said.

"Blue, you are not planning something…"

"It is what I should do," I said. "I at least have not pooped, so I don't think much cleaning is needed. Your shirt has done more than enough."

Evan had used his shirt to clean me up as much as he could. It was crazy how he managed to do it.

Evan wore more than one piece of clothing for some reason. Each had a different purpose. For the first time, I appreciated it.

"Please take him. Do it for me. Please," I begged him.

Evan clenched his teeth and gave a small nod. He laid out his coat in his arms and I placed my baby boy in his arms. He held the child securely.

"Even if… Even if I don't come back, take him to Dem. Whether Dem wakes up or not, he needs to be close to his son," I said.

"You should name him," Evan said.

"… You name him. You deserve it more than I do, Evan," I said.

"That's not possible. Not more than you, at least," he said.

"Still, name him. Whatever comes to your mind. A beautiful name."

"Dion…," he whispered. "Dion Easton."