Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 164

One of the nurses glances at Jack. “Your Majesty, she’s progressing quickly–but this may still take a while.”

Jack squeezes my hand tightly, his knuckles white, his eyes locked on mine. “I’m not leaving your side,” he murmurs, voice shaking.

I want to say something witty–something sharp–but the next contraction hits so hard that all I can do is

scream.

Jack flinches, panic etched across his face.

“Oh, Goddess,” he whispers, brushing the hair from my sweaty forehead. “I told you this would happen soon.”

“And I told you…” I growl through gritted teeth, “to shut up.”

Another contraction rips through me, harder than the last. Jack nearly loses a handful of hair as I clutch him again. Sweat streams down my temples, stinging my eyes. My breaths come in ragged gasps, and no matter how hard I push–nothing happens.

“Why–why isn’t the baby coming?” I choke out, my voice raw and trembling.

Jack’s face goes pale, his golden eyes wide with fear. “Doctor! What’s happening? Why isn’t she delivering?”

The doctor–now at my side–looks up from between my legs, his hands trembling, his face grim. “The baby isn’t descending, Your Majesty. The contractions are strong, but the child… it’s not moving. Her Majesty’s temperature is spiking—this isn’t normal.”

Jack’s voice breaks. “Then do something!”

“I’m trying!” the doctor snaps, panic creeping into his tone. “Remember–Her Majesty’s pregnancy isn’t ordinary, just as we predicted. But now it seems the baby is resisting-”

My vision blurs. Their voices fade into echoes. The world tilts; my body feels heavy and cold even though I’m burning from the inside out. My heart thunders, but everything else feels distant–like I’m slipping away.

No.

I can’t die here. I can’t leave Jack. I can’t leave our child.

“Jack…” I whisper, barely able to move my lips. “Promise me… promise me our baby will be okay.”

Jack shakes his head violently, pressing his forehead to mine. “Don’t you dare say that, Kali. Don’t you dare talk

like you’re leaving me.” His voice cracks. “You’re not going anywhere, do you hear me?”

The room is chaos–nurses rushing, someone shouting for cold towels. My body convulses with another contraction, but there’s no strength left in me. Just pain. Endless, scorching pain.

And then-

The door slams open.

Everyone freezes.

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A figure storms in–Nora. Her face is flushed, one hand gripping her swollen belly, while her mate, Fury, hovers behind her, torn between concern and confusion. Her pregnancy has been just like mine–unnatural,

accelerated, extraordinary.

“What–what are you doing here?” Jack demands, half–crazed. “This is-”

“I don’t care what this is!” Nora snaps, her voice fierce. “My baby’s been kicking nonstop–like it’s in pain! But every time I got close to the Queen, it stopped. When you mindlinked Fury about Kali’s labor, I knew I had to come!”

The doctor moves to stop her, but Nora brushes past him, her eyes locking on me. For a moment, I swear I see a faint glow around her–a soft golden aura pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat.

She reaches my bedside, trembling, and as soon as her hand touches my arm-

The pain vanishes.

Not all at once, but like a dam breaking. The pressure lifts, and warmth floods through me. My body arches once more–and then I hear it.

A cry.

A sharp, beautiful, miraculous cry.

Gasps echo around the room as the doctor lifts a tiny, wailing bundle into the air, his face pale with disbelief.” It’s a boy!”

My head falls back against the pillows as tears spill freely down my cheeks. I can’t stop smiling. I can’t stop shaking.

Jack is laughing and crying at the same time, his voice breaking as he presses kiss after kiss to my forehead. “ You did it, my love… you did it…”

A nurse places the baby in my arms, and the world stops.

He’s perfect. His tiny fists curl near his face, his skin soft and warm—and his eyes. My breath catches. His eyes hold the same deep green tone as mine. The same shade my father once had.

“Oh, Goddess…” I whisper. “He looks just like—”

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