Gambled To The Cursed Lycan King
Then her voice pierced the air in a sharp crescendo, a raw, animal-like roar that reverberated through her bedchambers.
Then a cry. Of a baby.
"There, my queen. You did it," Zane laughed.
Freya had indeed given birth on the Night Of The Blood.
And that night, right as their child was born, with everyone who mattered in attendance –her mate, her mother, Gertrude, the healer, Odella, Greta, her sister, and Nylf–the latter two had developed an unlikely romance– the sun shone.
The Night broke and the sun rose. For the first time in Adivaine.
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