Chapter 250 Breaking the Glass
Chapter 250 Breaking the Glass
Wex did not wait for me to find the words.
"Guards!" Wex roared. His voice was a deafening, feral boom that rattled the glass windows of the hall. "Get the healer! Now!"
The heavy doors flew open. Two Moon Guards rushed in, their eyes wide with alarm, but Wex waved them away furiously, demanding they run for the clinic.
Wex scooped me out of the chair. He lifted me effortlessly into his arms, holding me tight against his chest. I buried my face in his neck, my breathing shallow and fast. The sharp flare in my stomach slowly settled into a deep, heavy ache, a strange, swirling pocket of bright magic that felt completely foreign to my own.
He carried me quickly out of the Sovereign Hall and down the long, quiet corridor to a private antechamber. He set me down gently onto a long, velvet couch, keeping one hand firmly wrapped around mine. The golden bond was a chaotic storm of his fear and my confusion.
We waited in a tense, gripping silence.
Less than five minutes later, the door opened.
Quinton walked into the room.
The former high court physician looked entirely different from the arrogant, wealthy man who had once sneered at me in the old palace. His fine silk coats were gone, replaced by a simple, faded gray tunic worn by the common clinic workers. His posture was humbled, his shoulders slightly stooped. He carried a battered canvas medical bag instead of a polished leather case. When the old council fell, I had pardoned his life but stripped his wealth, forcing him to use his medical skills to treat the poor for free. Three years in the dirt had taught him the true value of a life.
Quinton stopped just inside the doorway, his eyes darting between me and the Alpha King.
"Examine her," Wex ordered, his voice tight and completely unforgiving.
Quinton hurried forward. He set his canvas bag on a small wooden table and approached the couch. He did not look at me with disdain. He looked at me with a careful, quiet respect.
"Sovereign," Quinton murmured softly. "Tell me exactly what you felt."
"It was a flare," I explained, my voice trembling slightly. I kept my hand locked in Wex's grip. "Right in the center of my core. It was sharp, like a bright light igniting under my ribs. And then a massive rush of heat."
Quinton’s brow furrowed. He reached out, his rough, clean fingers pressing gently against the inside of my wrist to check my pulse. His touch was clinical and focused. He closed his eyes, tapping lightly into the ambient magical pathways that governed the bodies of wolves.
Wex could not stand still.
The Alpha King let go of my hand and began to pace.
His heavy boots hit the stone floor in a restless, nervous rhythm. He walked from the couch to the wall, turned sharply, and walked back. His thick jaw was locked so tight the muscles in his cheek twitched. Through the Sovereign Bond, I felt his raw, agonizing terror. He was replaying the moment on the mountain, the freezing dark magic, the fear of losing me. The pacing was the only way he could keep himself from tearing the room apart.
Quinton moved his hands, pressing his fingertips lightly against my lower stomach.
I felt a sudden, tiny flutter beneath his touch. It was not a sharp spike this time, but a soft, glowing pulse of pure silver light that echoed deep inside my body.
Quinton froze.
The physician opened his eyes. He stared at my stomach for a long, quiet moment. He blinked, the lines of exhaustion around his eyes softening entirely. He slowly pulled his hands back, resting them on his knees.
Wex stopped pacing.
He stood frozen in the center of the room, his broad chest heaving. His golden eyes were fixed on Quinton, waiting for the devastating news. The tension in the golden tether was so thick it felt like a physical weight pressing down on my lungs.
Quinton looked up. He did not look afraid. He looked completely amazed.
Quinton smiles.
"Congratulations, Your Majesties," Quinton said, his voice clear and bright in the quiet room. "There will be a new Silver Wolf soon."
The words hung in the air, echoing off the stone walls.
The entire world simply stopped spinning.
I stared at the humbled physician, my mind completely blank. A new Silver Wolf. A child.
I looked down at my own stomach. For my entire life, I had been the broken, discarded orphan. I was the stray left in the freezing snow, deemed unworthy of a family. I had forged an empire out of ash and claimed a crown of stars, but the deep, quiet longing for a family of my own had always remained an untouched, secret dream. Now, a tiny, brilliant spark of life was growing right inside me.
I looked up at Wex.
The Alpha King stood absolutely paralyzed. His large hands hung loosely at his sides. The fierce, terrifying predator who had shattered a god was completely undone by a single sentence.
Through the Sovereign Bond, the chaotic storm of terror instantly vanished.
It was replaced by a massive, rushing explosion of profound, staggering joy. The golden magic roared through my chest, a brilliant, blinding wave of pure love that took my breath away.
Wex dropped to his knees right beside the couch.
He did not care that Quinton was still in the room. He did not care about his pride or his crown. He reached out with trembling, calloused hands, placing his palms flat against my lower stomach.
The moment his skin touched mine, the tiny spark inside me reacted.
A sudden, brilliant pulse of pure silver light shot out from my core. It did not hurt. It was a massive wave of raw, untamed starlight that blasted through the antechamber. The sheer force of the unborn child’s magic rushed outward, hitting the stone walls and the glass windows with a terrifying, beautiful power.
The tall glass windows shattered outward instantly.
Thousands of tiny, glittering shards rained down toward the city streets below, the loud crash echoing like thunder. The entire palace trembled, the floorboards shaking violently beneath Wex’s knees as the blinding silver light painted the room in a bright, glowing haze.
Wex looked up at me, his golden eyes wide with awe as the dust settled, leaving us staring at the sheer, terrifying power of the child we had created.