Before and After Birth die

Lira's POV

The world was screaming.

Thunder cracked through the sky, splitting the heavens apart, while lightning danced in jagged streaks outside the palace walls. Wolves howled in eerie unison, their voices blending with the roars of beasts beyond the forest. The air inside the room was thick, hot, suffocating, alive with something I couldn't name.

And then there was me, lying on this damn bed, legs spread wide, drenched in sweat, screaming louder than any storm outside.

"Push, girl!" the midwife barked, her wrinkled face twisted in concentration. "Or do you want the pup stuck halfway out?"

I wanted to strangle her. My entire body was one big ball of agony, but sure, let me just push harder like I wasn't already doing that!

A sharp pain cut through me, white-hot, and I gasped, gripping the sheets. My nails dug so deep I was sure I'd tear through the fabric. The women around me worked like a well-trained battle unit..one holding my hand (bless her), one adjusting the water basin, another giving orders, and a fourth just staring at me like she was watching a particularly interesting fire burn down a house.

"One more push!"

I gritted my teeth, screaming through the pain as I gave one final, desperate shove.

And then... I breath in relief.

A sharp cry filled the air, cutting through the storm, the howls, the madness.

For one breath, two, the room held still as if the entire world had stopped to listen. Then a burst of wind shot through the windows, rattling the wooden frames, making the flames in the torches flicker wildly.

"A boy," the midwife whispered.

I was shaking, my body weak, but I forced my eyes open, straining to see him. My son. My heir.

Well, I guess I should introduce myself properly then. It's a bit late, but whatever."

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HOW I GOT HERE

I was a slave.

Not born into it, no. Once upon a time, I had a home, a family. A father who was a warrior, a mother who sang to me at night. A little sister who was still learning how to walk.

Then war came.

The Blackfang Pack didn't just defeat my people, they annihilated them. Burned our homes, slaughtered our warriors, left nothing but ash in their wake. I was taken, along with a handful of others, dragged through the dirt and chains to serve the very wolves who murdered my family.

I spent years in this palace, scrubbing floors, washing clothes, avoiding the sharp bites of whips and the cruel laughter of warriors who thought it funny to toy with the weak.

And then, one day, the Alpha noticed me.

I don't know why. Maybe it was the way I refused to bow as low as the others. Maybe he was intrigued by me. Either way, I caught his attention, and that was both a blessing and a curse.

One night, he called for me... second night he did same thing.

He didn't ask for my body, he claimed it and not by wish but by force.

He turned me into his mistress in sight of people but behind close doors, I was still is slave, but not just an ordinary slave... HIS SATISFYING SLAVE.

He continue with the forceful intercourse and always force me to take herbs after s**.

But on a faithful day, a day I somehow cursed and blessed I forgot to take my herbs.

And nine months later, here I was.

The mother of the heir to the Blackfang Pack.

The irony wasn't lost on me.