The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 450

NARRATOR

A FEW MONTHS LATER…

Things seemed to be falling into place. The Dukes of Everhart took the place of the Regents.

Despite some discontent, when the Specter King made his first and only appearance before the court of nobles and declared that, by "his balls," the Dukes would now be in charge, everyone had to swallow it—without even a sip of water.

It happened just like that, with the least bit of subtlety, despite having practiced with Sigrid on how to be more sociable and polite in front of his people.

It didn’t work.

Katherine’s lineage was also announced, and she took the opportunity to say she had changed her name—because eccentric millionaires and their whims.

Noblewomen did far worse things, so a sudden name change didn’t seem all that crazy.

Things started to stabilize.

A section of the barrier was lifted, now called The Border.

Not even Aldric fully trusted the goodwill of supernatural beings; he had to ensure the safety of the elementals as well.

So, only authorized envoys were allowed to pass.

Some of the more curious, reckless elementals even left their realm to visit Nocturne.

Everything was going smoothly. However, from the group of pregnant females, it was now the Queen’s turn.

The entire Nocturne Realm was buzzing with anticipation to meet their new little princes.

In a well-equipped underground chamber of the castle, a den had been recreated to simulate a lycan birth.

A massive wolf, white with reddish streaks in his fur, powerful and magnificent, lay on the plush cushions of the gigantic bed, gently licking a smaller black she-wolf.

Her enormous belly barely let her breathe, contractions had her sweating and gritting her teeth.

"Come on, baby, you can do this. Do you want me to feed you a little more?"

"No, no, mmmnnn, I think the first one is already coming out, aaahhh!"

The little she-wolf’s body trembled. Blood-tinged fluids stained the covers beneath her hind legs.

Azarot shifted to check where the pups would emerge, following his primal instincts to help his mate through labor.

"Baby, I can see the little furry head!" he spoke into Valeria’s mind, nervously licking her fur, just as anxious as Aldric.

Due to the lycans' special nature, they had decided the Queen would give birth like this, mimicking an animal’s den and their beastly forms.

Pained whimpers escaped the small she-wolf’s throat, her entire body convulsing.

Valeria could feel the tiny lump slipping out of her.

The whole experience was strange, especially since she didn’t have an inner wolf. But to bring her pups into the world safely, she would do whatever was necessary.

Letting out a mental roar as she pushed with all her strength, the first male lycan left her birth canal, landing on the soft fur beneath her.

Azarot was in full wild-wolf mode.

His sharp teeth immediately tore away the membrane covering the pup, licking him clean.

"Love…" Valeria’s exhausted voice asked about their child’s safety.

"He’s fine, Vale! Our little pup is fine, sweetheart," Aldric said, overjoyed.

"Goddess, this is the craziest thing I’ve ever done… and I have a whole list of weird experiences."

Valeria smiled internally, lifting her head, lying on her side, gazing with infinite love at the two tiny beings, greedily competing for their meal.

"You are the most wonderful being in existence. If you’re weird, then I’m addicted to your weirdness. We can do all the strange, crazy things you want," Aldric’s voice vibrated in her mind, filled with emotion.

The two wolves, entwined with their offspring nestled between them, nuzzled each other, pouring their souls into the moment.

"Mama, Papa! Are the pups here?!" their eldest daughter’s energetic voice snapped them out of their calm.

Valeria smiled warmly, while Aldric let out a sigh.

He was beyond happy that his daughter had finally conceived.

Somehow, a miracle had happened. Valeria said it was a gift from the Goddess.

However, the prophecy that he would be a father and a grandfather almost at the same time… had nearly come true!

That damn white-haired pervert couldn’t even hold back before knocking up his little girl… and with triplets, no less! For heaven’s sake!

Just thinking about the details almost sent him into a breakdown. Not even he had fathered three at once, and he had more than enough balls for it!

"Pup, everything is fine. I’m just a little tired, but the little wolves were born perfect. Come in."

Valeria was the one who answered, noticing that her mate had gone blank again, lost in thought over how Silas had bruised his alpha pride.

Men…

The "den" door creaked open softly.