After a few days of this continuous torture for Roxy.
She was sitting outside, the afternoon sun pouring over the Iron-Wood settlent. Roxy sat on the porch of the main cabin, her legs tucked under her, sipping a cup of peach tea.
She saw a beautiful sight before her.
In the center of the grassy courtyard, Kaelen was on his hands and knees. The triplets, Axel, Onyx, and Iris, were tumbling over him.
He was teaching them how to crawl in their toddler stage.
Maybe it was because she was human and the ti in this world was fast; her babies were growing faster than ever.
That even the pack was surprised each ti they saw the pups and the young dragon heir.
In just a week, the pups had doubled in size. Their eyes were open, their coordination was improving from ’drunk potato’ to ’clumsy toddler’, and their teeth were coming in sharp.
"Attack the flank!" Kaelen encouraged Axel, the silver boy, to gum his father’s ear. "Good! Ferocious!"
Roxy rolled her eyes.
Imagine teaching your children how to hunt when they were not 1 year old?
A few feet away, Zarek was holding Drax upside down by his ankles. Drax was laughing hysterically, his little dragon wings (which were just starting to bud) fluttering uselessly.
He was in his dragon form, and the environnt had aided him to shift way before the ti he was ant to.
Zarek was jealous at first, but the more he saw his son, the prouder he was.
"You must learn to orient yourself in the sky, my son!" Zarek bood, swinging the toddler gently. "Gravity is your biggest advantage!"
"More! More!" Drax shrieked, looking like he was having the ti of his life.
Roxy smiled, shaking her head. It was a good life. But that smile didn’t take long before it fell. She rembered the torture she had been going through at night that disturbed her beauty sleep.
And she clenched her fist. She was exhausted.
For the last three nights, she hadn’t slept. Not really. Every ti she drifted off, that touch was there.
Like a fucking cunt, pushing over the edge over and over again.
Bolder than ever.
It started the sa way. A brush against her foot. A trace along her hip. A hot breath against her neck that slled of orchids and musk.
It wasn’t Zarek. Zarek slept like a rock, and when he wanted her, he announced it so that the whole world could hear how much he wanted her. And since she gave birth, he had not touched her.
It wasn’t Kaelen. Kaelen was respectful; he would take his ti to worship her. He wouldn’t touch her without checking if she was awake first.
This visitor was... untad.
Last night, the hands had been bolder. They had slipped under her shift, cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples until she was arching off the mattress, biting her pillow to keep from moaning and waking the husbands. The fingers had danced along her entrance, teasing, circling, getting her wet and aching, bringing her to the very edge of a precipice, and then stopping.
Just stopping.
The fucking coward makes her feel like a cheating slut! And the stupid system couldn’t even identify who it was.
[...]
[TheSassyGoddess claims that maybe it’s a secret admirer of yours.]
Secret admirer, my foot, if he wanted to give him a fucking blowjob, he would have woken up for it.
[TheMotheroftheWorld, suggests that it might be the tiger king.]
I suspect him, too, but what exactly could he want? Why hadn’t he made his move?
Roxy just hates it when a man leaves her panting, frustrated, and staring into the darkness of an empty room.
"Who are you?" Roxy whispered to her teacup, her cheeks flushing at the mory. "And why won’t you just finish the job?"
She would like to strongly believe that it was the tiger. It had to be.
The audacity of it made her blood boil. He was breaking into her bed, right under the noses of two Alpha Kings, just to get her off and leave her hanging?
Next ti you co, I won’t be so calm.
"You think you’re funny, don’t you, Kitty?" Roxy muttered, narrowing her eyes at the trees. "Playing with your food before you eat it."
[System Insight: Foreplay is an art form. You seem to be enjoying the exhibit.]
"I’m enjoying the idea of it," Roxy corrected internally. "The execution is leaving with blue ovaries."
"Ma!"
Roxy snapped out of her trance. Onyx, the black wolf pup, had waddled over to the porch. He was trying to climb the stairs, his little claws scrabbling on the wood.
"Hi, baby," Roxy set her tea down and scooped him up. He slled of milk and fresh air. She kissed his nose. "Are you escaping the wrestling match?"
Onyx giggled, nuzzling into her neck.
"My Queen!"
The shout shocked Roxy out of the sweet mont.
Roxy looked up. Vorian sprinted into the courtyard.
Vorian was a warrior. He was massive, scarred, and usually possessed the emotional range of a granite boulder. But right now, he looked terrified.
"Vorian?" Zarek dropped Drax (gently, onto a pile of leaves) and straightened up, his Alpha instincts flaring. "What is it? Are we under attack?"
"The Mate!" Vorian gasped, skidding to a halt in front of the porch. He ignored his King, looking straight at Roxy. "My Queen! Lyra! It... it has begun!"
Roxy stood up so fast her chair tipped over. "Labor?"
"She screams!" Vorian choked out, his hands trembling. "She has been in the birthing cave for hours, but the egg... the child... it does not co!"
Roxy’s eyes darkened. She handed Onyx to a confused Kaelen.
"Hours?" Roxy demanded, stepping off the porch. "Why didn’t you call sooner?"
"We thought it was normal!" Vorian cried. "But the blood... There is so much blood!"
PTSD hit Roxy like a freight train. The mory of her own bed soaked in red, the coldness creeping into her limbs, the feeling of life slipping away...
What if Lyra can’t make it?
I thought it was easier for female dragons to give birth? So why was she having the sa symptom?
She shook her head, forcing the mory back into its box. She wasn’t the victim this ti.
She commanded the system to prepare the adrenaline shot. She was going to force the egg out of Lyra.
Zarek was already moving. "I will co. I will keep you company."
"NO!" Roxy shouted, stopping him in his tracks.
Zarek froze, looking offended. "She is from my clan! I am her King, I am ant to go with the Queen!"
"And that is exactly why you are staying here!" Roxy poked him in the chest. "You too, Kaelen! Sit!"
"Why?" Kaelen argued, stepping up beside Zarek. "We can protect the periter! We can help!"
"You can’t help!" Roxy explained frantically, checking her pockets for the vials. "Your pheromones would give her pressure and fear! Do sothing for , clear the surroundings, and make sure no one cos close to Lyra!"
She looked at Vorian, who was practically vibrating with anxiety.
"Lyra is terrified right now," Roxy said, looking Zarek in the eye. "If you barge in there with your pheromones, her body will tense up. A female cannot birth if she feels the presence of a dominant male who isn’t her mate! You will stress her out, and her body will lock down to protect the baby!"
Zarek opened his mouth to argue, but closed it. He looked at Vorian’s panic. He rembered how Roxy had thrown a water basin at him during her own labor.
"I will protect the babies," Zarek muttered, resigning his fate. He trusted Roxy.
"Good boy," Roxy leaned in and gave a fleeting kiss on his lips. "So you stay here. You watch the kids. You guard the gate. If I see either of your faces near that birthing cabin, you will answer to ."
She turned to Vorian. "Take to her. Now."
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