The Lycan Kings Hidden Princess

Valerian’s pov

I rushed into my home as the wind picked up rather rapidly and the sky was darkening quite fast; it looked like there was going to be a big storm.

“This can’t be a good sign” my wife said looking out the kitchen window.

A sudden storm on a day like this is never a good sign but we had to be hopeful, the queen was in labour.

“I know love, but we must have faith in the Goddess” I said, hugging her from behind.

“It should have been you! Everyone knows it should have been you delivering that baby!” she huffed, leaning her back into me. I could feel her worry, and it took everything in me to not succumb to my own.

“The King knows best love” I said, rubbing my hands up and down her arms, hoping that was at least enough to calm her a little, but my efforts did nothing to soothe her, not even a little.

She pulled away from my embrace and took a few steps away; throwing the dish rag she’d been using to wipe the counter into the empty sink.

“The King is a fool!” she yelled, rubbing her forehead in frustration.

“It was supposed to be you Valerian; you are the best healer in the Kingdom. You would know what to do if anything went wrong! It’s supposed to be you” she said, almost breathless and her eyes were telling me something she hadn’t told me yet.

I felt unease pool at the bottom of my stomach as I stared into her tearing eyes. “What did you see Beth?” I asked; taking step closer to her, some semblance of panic firmly settling within me.

She cried, bringing her hands up to cover her mouth as a sob broke through. “Bethany! What did you see?!” I said, stepping in front of her and taking her by the shoulders.

“Blood, so much blood” she whispered through her crying. My hands fell to my side as I stumbled back away from her. “The baby won’t make it?” I asked, feeling a sudden chill rush over me.

“I don’t kno…” Bang! Bang! Bang!

A loud banging on the door had both my wife and I frozen on the spot, eyes focussed on the door and I prayed it wasn’t the royal guard sent to come get me.

“Valerian!” a cry came from outside and my feet rushed to the door, my body having recognised the voice before my brain could comprehend what was happening.