The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 446

SIGRID

The magic of that sorceress intertwined with my own.

I watched as her eyes turned completely white. She was in a trance, trembling, mumbling incoherent spells.

I wasn’t scared. If anything, I was curious. She was prophesizing something. I could feel it.

What was it? Was it about me, about us?

Our hands tightened around each other, and I closed my eyes, drawing her vision into my mind.

I could feel the hum of our combined powers. Then, I saw it.

The place was seared into my memory, a location that held intense emotions for me. A cave.

I knew this cave. It was special, sacred almost. It was where I had made love to Silas for the first time, in Electra’s body.

Were those caverns still standing?

Seeing myself lying on a rustic, makeshift bed on the ground inside that natural shelter, I realized we would return to that hidden place somewhere in this Realm.

Everything she saw, I saw too.

« "Sigrid, drink my blood!" Silas loomed over me, his body nestled between my open legs, slicing his wrist and letting crimson drops fall into my open mouth.

I was already overflowing with energy, so much that I thought I would explode in the next second.

Still, the pain tore through my insides.

It felt so vivid. Reality and prophecy blurred together.

I was inside my own body, experiencing the moment firsthand.

"Damn it, you're bleeding too much! No, no, this can't be happening. Why did they come early? Why?!"

His roar was filled with rage and helplessness.

He looked down between my legs with pure panic. It was just the two of us.

Thick dark mist filled the cave. Silas was losing control, drowning in his fear of losing me.

"Love, cal... calm down, Silas, please... ahh!" I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut, drenched in sweat, propped up on my elbows as my cervix dilated even more.

Something was pushing its way out. My hip bones cracked under the strain, my massive belly shifting violently.

"I can't lose you, I can't lose you..." He repeated over and over, trapped in an endless loop of frantic thoughts. His gaze locked onto my stomach, his mind teetering on madness.

I knew what he would do. If forced to choose, he would choose me.

Our little ones had come early. I never should have convinced him to take this trip so far from my parents.

I had put us in danger.

"Give me your hand, Silas... Silas, look at me!" My trembling fingers reached for him. I was nearly sitting up, holding on as best I could, panting, gritting my teeth.

His eyes, completely black, flickered toward me.

Maniacal laughter echoed from the cave walls. The specters were waiting, eager to pull him into their madness.

I spread my legs wider as he moved between them. My loose dress was bunched up around my waist, stained deep red like everything beneath me.

I felt drenched, uncomfortable, overwhelmed.

My head tipped back as I roared at the ceiling, my canines extending in response to the raw agony.

Dark, shadowy hands—intangible, spectral—emerged from nowhere, surrounding me, caressing my body, feeding me energy, keeping me stable.

To others, it might have looked terrifying. To me, anything that came from my beloved mate was nothing short of incredible.

"Silas, I can feel it, they’re coming!" I screamed, my voice raw from the force of my pushing.

My stormy gray eyes met his, swirling with gold and darkness.

His grip tightened around my thighs, holding them apart as wide as possible.

"Come on, baby, I can see something. Just a little more, Sigrid, push a little more, love!" His voice was urgent, thick with emotion.

I bore down with everything I had left. The pain was unbearable. I swore my pelvis was about to shatter into a thousand pieces.

Something struggled to emerge from my body. Then, I felt it. A slight tug.

When the shoulders cleared the passage, the rest of my first baby slipped out right after.

I collapsed back, panting, struggling to see them.

Panic shot through me when I heard nothing.

Then, the most beautiful sound in the universe filled the ancient cave.»