All Chapters of Cursed Heir: Bloodline Of The Damned: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

They carried me into the throne room on a litter like some fragile, cursed offering.I hated it. The heavy swell of my belly made every jolt of the bearers feel like a knife. Two months early, and the contractions were already coming in slow, merciless waves. I bit down hard on my lip, tasting blood, refusing to cry out in front of the entire court. Servants had draped me in ceremonial crimson silk, but nothing could hide how massive I’d become or the constant golden glow pulsing beneath my skin.Vesperian walked beside the litter, one hand never leaving my shoulder. His face was pale, jaw set in grim determination, but I felt every ounce of his exhaustion through the bond. He looked battle-worn before the fight had even started.The massive chamber was packed. Nobles and Alphas from every major pack filled the seats, their eyes crawling over me with a mix of fear, disgust, and morbid fascination. Whispers rippled through the crowd as the litter was set down near the raised dais."Loo

The throne room exploded into pandemonium the moment my water broke.Screams echoed off the black stone walls. Nobles surged to their feet, some scrambling backward in terror, others leaning forward with morbid fascination. Guards shouted orders that no one seemed to hear. The golden glow beneath my skin flared violently, lighting up the dais like a beacon as another brutal contraction tore through me.I doubled over on the litter, arms wrapped around my massive belly, a broken cry ripping from my throat. The child was coming. Right now. Too soon. Too fast. The pressure low in my pelvis was unbearable, like my body was being torn apart from the inside.“Get the healers!” someone yelled.“He’s giving birth in the middle of the Challenge!”“The abomination is here!”Pain blinded me for a moment. The child thrashed wildly, his emerging power exploding outward in a visible wave. Nearby Lycans dropped to their knees, gasping, clutching their heads as the raw magic forced instinctive submis

Chaos exploded in the corridor like a storm breaking.Shouts echoed off the stone walls as the assassin lunged from the shadows, one of Kieran’s loyalists, eyes wild with fanaticism, poisoned blade flashing in the torchlight. The blade was aimed straight at my swollen belly, deadly intent clear in every line of his body.“Die, you cursed freak!”Time fractured.Vesperian moved faster than I thought possible in his weakened state. With a guttural roar, he threw himself between me and the assassin, shoving the litter sideways with the last of his strength. The blade sank deep into his shoulder instead of my stomach, the poisoned edge slicing through flesh with a sickening sound.“Vesperian!” I screamed, reaching for him as the litter tilted dangerously.He staggered but stayed on his feet, blood spraying across the floor. The assassin snarled and tried to strike again, but Vesperian grabbed his wrist, twisting viciously. The sound of breaking bone cut through the noise.Then the guards

I was dying.The pain had become a living thing, tearing me apart from the inside. Hours of labor had blurred into an endless nightmare of contractions that never truly eased. My body was drenched in sweat, trembling uncontrollably, the massive swell of my belly feeling like it was splitting open. The golden glow beneath my skin burned like fire now, pulsing wildly with every brutal push.“Push, Omega!” Asterin shouted, his voice hoarse. “The head is crowning…push!”I screamed, bearing down with everything I had left. The child fought his way forward, his immense power ripping through me like lightning. The chamber shook. Cracks spiderwebbed across the stone walls. Healers cried out as magical backlash threw them backward.Vesperian never left my side. He knelt beside the table, blood still seeping from his wound, his hand gripping mine so tightly our knuckles were white. His other hand pressed against my belly, trying to absorb as much of the chaotic magic as he could.“I’ve got you,

I stood on trembling legs, barely upright, covered in blood and afterbirth, my son clutched tight against my bare chest.The birthing chamber had fallen into a stunned, deadly hush. Healers hovered uncertainly. Guards from both sides gripped their weapons, eyes darting between Kieran and Vesperian. My body screamed with exhaustion, blood still trickling down my thighs, but I refused to fall. Cyrus was warm and alive in my arms, his tiny heart beating fast against mine, his golden eyes already open and aware.Kieran stepped further into the room, his victorious smile sharp as a blade. Behind him, his supporters fanned out, weapons drawn. The new king. The man who had just taken the throne my mate had surrendered to save us.“Hand over the child,” Kieran ordered, voice ringing with authority. “As the rightful ruler of this empire, I claim custody of the cursed heir. For the safety of all Lycans. That abomination cannot be allowed to live.”The words sent a surge of pure, primal fury thr