Chapter 212: THE PRICE TO BE PAID
Nycta was young to go into labor, but it didn’t mean, she wouldn’t survive this, but this baby was important for Dacre, since it was the last piece of Killian, but then... no matter what, Nycta was his mate.
He held a union between them, swore in front of the moon goddess. They held a sacred ceremony. He marked her, he mated her. He was the first, who touched her and she was willing to carry someone else’s child.
She was also important.
However, her situation didn’t look good. Dacre had seen this once in Rimera’s last moment when she gave birth to their last child. She died along with the baby.
"Get the baby out... it’s hurt..." Nycta whimpered, she was no longer crying because she was too exhausted. She was in so much pain, she couldn’t utter a coherent word. Her consciousness was slipping in and out from her and this was dangerous. She shouldn’t fall asleep during the labor.
Dacre had to slap her awake a few times.
"Wake up. Don’t fall asleep. You can do this." Dacre squeezed her hand, patted her cheeks and shouted order to the useless healers, who couldn’t help his mate. He was enraged of their incompetency. He had sheltered quacks, as they couldn’t do anything to help his mate and the baby.
The tension was so high, it was suffocating. Nycta was losing so much blood, the room filled with this metallic scent. Everyone looked scared, even the head of the healer.
Even so, the baby still refused to come out and the king became even more livid. Dacre could feel Nycta was slipping away from him.