The Love of a Lycan

Chapter 907 - THE BABY (2)

Rossie found a place where they could hide, where Lana could deliver her baby and none of them both knew a thing about what exactly they should do, except for giving Lana some comforting words.

Even Lana had to bite a thick piece of cloth to prevent herself from screaming out loud; to prevent those filthy beasts from finding their location.

This time, the universe seemed to help them, as the rain started pouring down the ground suddenly, washing away their scent completely. And, this aided them in confusing their pursuers and they were finally able to breath in relief.

The thunder and the sound of rain accompanied their struggles, and it was only the three of them left now, seeking shelter under a big tree with its lushful leaves canopying over them, yet this too wouldn't last for a long time.

Because when the rain started to pound harder, they couldn't keep themselves dry for long.

Blood, sweat and rain mixed together in the process of delivering the baby and Lana had to fight different kinds of pain simultaneously, the pain in her heart coupled with the aching of her entire being when she struggled to push the baby out into this world.

Lana was scared, fidgeting hopelessly. She was scared because it took so long for her baby to come out, leading her to think whether something was wrong with him. She had no one to turn to and was completely powerless.

The only warmth that she could feel in this dreadful situation; was having Rossie and Bree beside her, who were holding her hands firmly without any intention of letting her suffer this alone.

"I… I will check the baby…" Rossie stammered. It wasn't clear whether it was due to the cold rain that wetted her body or her fear to think about what she was going to witness. She had never seen someone giving birth before, thus she didn't know what she should expect.

Clumsily, Rossie let go of Lana's hand before she moved to sit near the latter's legs.

However, when she looked into Lana's eyes once more, it was almost like it was in her nature, as if the knowledge was already ingrained in her veins and she knew what she needed to do next. And, Rossie relied solely on her instincts to help Lana.

Rossie lifted her cloak slightly and spoke to Lana, whose face was already as pale as a ghost. "Push Lana."

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Hope felt her chest caving in, but she was not sure what was this feeling, whether this was sadness, anger, regret, or some other feeling, but she couldn't put a finger on it.

There were so many emotions which were overwhelming both her mind and heart at the same time and this left her gobsmacked as she didn't know what she should do to lessen the intensity of this feeling.

"Hope?"

Someone was calling her name and from the sound of it, she could sense concern for her being laced in his tone.

Who was that?

"Hope? Wake up."

Someone shook her body lightly.

Was she dreaming? Were these feelings not real?

"Wake up, Hope!"

Only then did Hope open her eyes and looked around her to see the person who was talking to her and Kace's face loomed in her vision.

"What happened?" his blue eyes were filled with worry.

"What happened?" Hope repeated the same question, as she didn't know what exactly did Kace mean by asking her that.

"You are crying," Kace blurted out confused as he wiped the tears from Hope's cheeks.

"Crying?" Instinctively, Hope raised her hand and touched her cheek to wipe the remaining tears on her face. She frowned when she saw the tips of her fingers being soaked with her own tears. She was indeed crying.

Was she crying in her sleep?

But, why?

"What happened?" Kace asked in concern.

Hope shook her head. "I don't know."

She didn't remember her dream that caused her to cry so profusely, but the painful feeling was still palpable in her heart.

"Are you okay?" Kace's brows knitted together.

"Yes," Hope answered, unsure if she was fine or not. "I think so."

Kace looked at Hope for a while, but their conversation was cut short when they heard an announcement saying their plane would land in a few minutes.

They would arrive at Rieka and meet with the fae.

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The baby in her arms looked so tiny and almost otherworldly beautiful.

Lana had never been mesmerized so much at the first glance and didn't know that this tiny baby would look so precious like this.

The feeling of seeing her own flesh and blood in her arms couldn't be described by words alone and Lana couldn't think that there was a word to portray correctly how glad she was to finally able to hold him in her arms.

However, one thing held both Rossie and Bree from saying their congratulations.

The baby was not crying.

"Shouldn't the baby start crying by now?" Bree tilted her head and peeked at the small baby, laid comfortably in Lana's arms, on top of the bundled wet cloak of Rossie. They didn't have anything warm with them and since the rain was pouring down endlessly, they couldn't keep their clothes dry.

Rossie put her finger in front of her lips to make Bree stop talking.

She knew… well they both knew that the baby didn't make it.

The baby didn't even move when Rossie pulled him out and cut his umbilical cord with her sharp claw. However, at this moment, Lana finally seemed to be at peace, as she caressed the baby's small face with her trembling fingers and Rossie didn't want to pop the bubble that Lana created for herself.

Just give her a moment… That was what Rossie thought.

When Bree sensed that Rossie wanted her to keep silence, she didn't talk another word and sat beside Lana quietly, who put her baby on her bare chest, in order to share some warm with her newborn.

"Doesn't he look so cute?" Lana asked in a hoarse voice. Her lips had turned purple.

"Of course he is," Rossie responded to her question. "He is the cutest baby that I have ever laid my eyes upon."

"Right?" Lana smiled softly.

It would be perfect if Raphael was with her now and they were not in their current situation.

Previously, Lana imagined herself that she would deliver her baby in a warm room with the help of some people and Raphael holding her small hand in his, the whole time during the process…

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