Chapter 75
The medical room was a blur of activity, a sharp contrast to the deafening silence that had filled Jake’s office moments before. I clutched my belly, sweat pouring down my face as another sharp wave of pain shot through me. It felt as if something was clawing from the inside, desperate to get out.
“Jake, I can’t... I can’t hold on any longer,” I panted, my voice a broken whisper. He was by my side in an instant, his face pale and eyes wide with fear he could no longer hide.
“You can do this, Prisca. I’m right here,” he said, squeezing my hand. But I could feel his anxiety—it pulsed through our bond, just as strong as the pain that wracked my body.
Selena stepped forward, her brow furrowed as she murmured a quick incantation. The air around us shimmered as a protective barrier enveloped the room. “This will hold off Jena’s interference, but I don’t know for how long,” she said, shooting a glance at Fatima. “We need to focus.”
The doctor, a stern-looking older man, knelt between my legs, his expression darkening. “Alpha, this is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The twins are coming early, and it’s as if... something’s pulling them out.”
“Jena,” I managed to gasp out. “She’s doing this. She wants them vulnerable.”
Jake’s face contorted with rage. “I’m going to kill her,” he growled, but I tightened my grip on his hand, pulling him back.
“No... don’t leave me, not now,” I pleaded. The thought of him leaving, even for a moment, was unbearable. I felt like I was being torn apart, not just by the pain but by the fear of what might happen if he left my side.
He knelt down, pressing his forehead against mine. “I won’t leave you, my Queen. I swear it.”
“Jake, we can’t waste time,” Fatima interjected, her voice trembling. “If Jena gets what she wants, she won’t stop at just hurting the babies. She’ll kill them. We need to finish this birth, now.”
Selena’s eyes narrowed as she glanced back at the flickering lights. “She’s trying to break through the barrier. I can feel her dark magic pushing against it.”
I let out a scream as another contraction hit, this one stronger than the last. The doctor’s hands moved quickly, but his frown deepened. “I need you to push, Luna. I need you to push harder than you ever have before.”
I nodded, tears streaming down my face. “I’m trying,” I whimpered, but the pain was overwhelming, and my body felt like it was on fire. I could feel the twins, their tiny heartbeats fluttering in sync with mine. I heard a faint, ethereal whisper in my mind—a voice so soft, it almost felt like a dream.
*“We’re here, Mom. Don’t give up.”*
The sound of my unborn child’s voice gave me a surge of strength I didn’t know I had. I gritted my teeth and pushed with everything in me.
The room filled with a strange, electric energy. It was as if the very air was alive, crackling with power. The first baby’s cry pierced the room, a sound so pure and powerful it made my heart clench. The doctor lifted a tiny bundle, swaddled in a soft blanket, and I saw a flash of silver in the baby’s eyes before he handed them to Fatima.
“It’s a boy,” he said, his voice filled with awe. “And he’s... he’s perfect.”
But there was no time to rest. The second baby was coming fast, and this time, the pain was almost unbearable. I felt a sharp twist in my abdomen, like claws raking against my insides.
“Jena’s trying something!” Selena shouted, her eyes wide with panic. The protective barrier around us shuddered, and I could see a dark mist seeping through the cracks.
“No, no, no!” Jake’s voice was filled with pure terror. He looked at me, his expression broken. “You have to push, Prisca. Now!”
With a final, gut-wrenching scream, I felt the second baby slide into the doctor’s hands. But as soon as the baby was born, the mist in the room thickened, swirling violently. The temperature dropped, and I could see my breath in the air.
“Something’s wrong,” Fatima whispered, holding the second baby close. “Why is it so cold?”
Suddenly, the mist converged, and a figure materialized in the center of the room. It was Jena. Her white hair flowed like a river of snow, and her eyes burned with a malicious glee. She looked down at the two newborns with a twisted smile.
“Well, well, what do we have here? Two little abominations, born into this world far too early,” she sneered.
“Get away from them!” Jake roared, lunging forward. But before he could reach her, Jena flicked her wrist, and he was thrown back against the wall, pinned there by an invisible force.
“Don’t make this difficult, Alpha,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. “I’ve been planning this for a long time.”
I tried to sit up, but my body felt like lead. “You won’t take them,” I managed to choke out, my voice hoarse.
Jena laughed, a high, cold sound that sent chills down my spine. “Oh, I’m not here to take them, dear Luna. I’m here to leave a mark, a gift of sorts.” She leaned over the second baby and muttered something under her breath. A dark, inky symbol appeared on the child’s tiny chest, pulsing with a sickly light.
“No!” I screamed, struggling to reach my baby. But the pain in my abdomen flared up again, and I fell back, gasping.
The symbol on my child’s chest glowed brighter for a moment, then faded into his skin. Jena straightened, satisfied. “Consider it a parting gift. A curse that will awaken when they come of age. Let’s see how your precious hybrids handle that.”
Jake broke free from her hold, his eyes blazing with fury. He was on her in an instant, his hands wrapping around her throat. “I’ll kill you,” he snarled.
But Jena only smirked. “I’d love to see you try.” She twisted her hand, and a blast of dark energy erupted between them, throwing Jake back once more. “Until next time,” she said with a mocking bow before vanishing into thin air.
The room fell into a stunned silence. The only sound was the soft, pitiful cries of my newborns.
Selena was the first to move, rushing to my side. “Prisca, are you okay? The babies...”
I nodded weakly, tears streaming down my face. “They’re cursed,” I whispered, looking at the doctor, who was frantically checking both children.
He looked up, his expression grave. “The mark... it’s powerful dark magic. I don’t know if I can remove it.”
Jake stumbled over, his face a mask of rage and despair. He knelt beside me, cradling our children in his arms. “We’ll find a way to break it,” he said, his voice choked with emotion. “I swear to you, Prisca, I won’t let her win.”
I looked up at him, my heart aching with a mixture of love and fear. “We have to be strong, for them,” I whispered.
He nodded, pressing his forehead against mine. “Together. We’ll fight this together.”
And as I looked down at my babies—one with eyes like molten silver and the other with a strange, shifting aura—I knew that our battle was far from over.
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