Help Me

Reylap's POVThe world was a flickering candle, the flame guttering in a cold wind. I felt the wetness of my own sweat, cold and slick against my collarbone, and then the sudden, sharp pressure of hands against my thighs. The midwives were talking, their voices a frantic blur of clinical jargon and hushed prayers, but I couldn't hold onto their words. My lungs felt like they were filled with stones. Every breath was a labor, a jagged pull against a chest that refused to expand. I tried to groan, to tell them the pain was changing, but the room dissolved before I could find my voice.The scent of blood and lavender vanished. Suddenly, I was standing on the bank of the Silver River. The water rushed past, clear and icy, reflecting the willows of my childhood home. The air was sweet with wild clover, and for a moment, the agony in my belly was nothing but a dull, distant thrum."Reylap."I spun around, my bare feet sinking into the soft mud. "Who’s there?"The voice was a low, melodic

The baby is born

Eliott's POVThe silence of the pack house was a lie. I was sitting on the floor just outside the heavy oak doors, my head in my hands, when the rhythm of the room changed. It wasn’t a scream this time. It was a frantic, wet thud of movement and the sharp intake of breath.I was on my feet before my brain could process the sound. I threw the doors open, the wood groaning on its hinges."Reylap!" I roared, my heart hammering against my sternum like a trapped beast. The scene was pure chaos. Rika was leaning over the bed, her hands stained red, while the two midwives were frantically shifting basins of water. Reylap lay there, her head lolling to the side, her eyes rolled back so far only the whites showed. She looked like a ghost, her skin a translucent, sickly grey."Get back, Eliott!" Rika screamed, not even looking at me. She was pressing two fingers into the side of Reylap’s neck. "She’s not responding! Reylap, wake up! Look at me!""What happened?" I demanded, rushing to the beds

He’s alive

Eliott's povThe thin, reedy wail of my son should have been the signal for the room to erupt in joy, but the silence that followed was heavier than the one before it. Rika wasn’t looking at the baby. Her hands were buried in the sheets, which were rapidly turning a dark, sickening crimson."Rika?" I stepped forward, my voice trembling. "Rika, he’s breathing. Why aren't you—""Eliott, stay where you are!" Rika snapped, her voice high and tight with panic. She pressed a thick wad of gauze against Reylap’s thigh, but the blood soaked through instantly. "She’s hemorrhaging. The placenta... it didn't detach correctly. She’s losing too much, too fast."I looked at Reylap. Her face was the color of winter ash. Her eyes were half-open, but there was no light in them, just a dull, glazed stare directed at the ceiling. Her chest barely moved."Reylap?" I lunged for the side of the bed, grabbing her limp hand. It was ice cold. "Reylap, look at me! Rika, do something! Why isn't she waking up?""

Holding on

Rika's povI kept my hand on Reylap’s neck for one last second, feeling the steady, rhythmic thrum of her pulse. It was faint, like a distant drum, but it was consistent. She was holding on. "She's stable, Eliott," I whispered, though he looked barely conscious himself. "The bleeding has stopped. Her body is accepting the blood."I didn't wait for his response. I couldn't. I turned my back on the parents and hurried toward the small wooden cradle tucked into the far corner of the room. The midwives stepped aside, their faces grim and shadowed by the flickering candlelight.My heart sank the moment I looked down. The baby boy was so tiny he seemed swallowed by the linens. He wasn't crying. He wasn't even squirming. His skin had a translucent, bluish quality that made him look more like a porcelain doll than a living pup."He’s barely moved since we cut the cord," one of the midwives whispered.I reached in, my fingers feeling oversized and clumsy as I touched his chest. "His breathing

All Chapters of The Omega He Banished : Chapter 121 - Chapter 124

Help Me

The baby is born

He’s alive

Holding on