Chapter 214 She’s Alive
Coban’s POV
The hallway was a blur. My chest felt tight, each step toward the surgery room echoing like thunder in my skull. Caden ran beside me, hands clenched, every muscle in his body taut. The palace, normally so alive with order and calm, had become a chaotic corridor of fear and tension. Servants and warriors parted instantly, eyes wide with worry.
Trixie was lying on the bed, her face pale and slick with sweat. Her hands gripped the sheets so tightly I could see her knuckles whiten. Her breaths came fast, uneven, almost panicked. She tried to speak but nothing coherent came out. Fear radiated from her like fire, and I could feel it settling into my chest, into Caden’s as well.
“Stay with me,” I whispered, gripping her hand, my other arm brushing against Caden’s shoulder. “We’re right here.”
“I-I can’t,” she managed to gasp, her voice trembling. “It hurts so-so much.”
Her wolf, her golden instincts, shifted restlessly inside her, trying to push past the fear she couldn’t control. Caden and I exchanged a glance, the unspoken truth hanging between us. This wasn’t just fear, it was real danger. The baby was in distress.
Barry and Eugene moved qickly. Eugene pressed a cold cloth to her forehead while Barry administered the medication meant to numb the pain. Trixie flinched at the first prick of the needle, shaking her head, her eyes wide and terrified.
“It’s okay, Trixie,” I said, my voice firmer now. “It’s going to help you. It’s going to make it easier.”
She shook her head again, tears filling her eyes. Her chest heaved. “I-I can’t. I can’t.” She said repeatedly.
And then the door opened again. Elizabeth and Harry entered, their expressions calm, but eyes sharp. They moved to either side of the surgical table, they were ready to help. I could see Caden’s jaw tighten.
The twins appeared moments later. Cassian and Atlas. They didn’t need to speak. They didn’t even hesitate. They sensed the tension, the danger, the fear radiating off their mother. Cassian’s eyes glimmered gold as he stepped closer, tiny hands raised instinctively. A soft, warm golden glow began to shimmer from him, wrapping around Trixie like sunlight brushing the skin.
Her body stiffened, and then, slowly, her breathing began to steady. The panic that had gripped her just moments ago seemed to loosen.
Atlas joined his brother, his golden glow shimmering slightly differently, wrapping Trixie in another layer of warmth. She exhaled sharply, tears running down her cheeks. Her hands clutched at mine again, but this time with less fear, more trust.
I caught Elizabeth’s eyes. She whispered softly, almost in awe. “They-they’re helping.”
Harry’s gaze flicked to me, questioning.
I shook my head. “I know,” I said firmly. “I told them. The baby, our daughter, she wasn’t going to make it without them. That’s why they’re here.”
I could see the weight of that statement hit the doctors. They exchanged a brief glance, understanding without words.
Eugene nodded toward me, then focused back on Trixie. “We’re ready,” he said, his tone precise. “We’re going to do this now.”
The procedure began. The lights in the room glared down, sterile and bright, but I hardly noticed them. Every second stretched like hours. Trixie’s grip on my hand tightened with each motion, each command from the doctors. Caden never left her side, whispering soft reassurances, murmurs I couldn’t quite hear over the pounding of my own heart.
Minutes stretched. My arms ached from holding her, but I couldn’t let go. I wouldn’t. Each subtle movement of the surgical team, each beep of the monitors, held the potential for either relief or catastrophe.
And then silence.
Eugene’s hands paused. Barry leaned closer. My heart thumped violently. Nothing.
“No!!!” I shouted, while panic clawed at my throat. Caden’s hand shot to my shoulder, gripping me as tightly as I held Trixie.
Cassian’s golden glow intensified. He pressed closer to his mother, his small hands radiating warmth. Atlas followed, layering his own energy on top, shimmering light that felt almost tangible.
Trixie’s eyes opened wide, staring at us, fear still clinging to her but mixed now with a strange trust. She whispered, voice shaking, “Please”
I squeezed her hand. “You’re safe. You’re going to be fine. We’ve got you.”
The golden light from the twins seemed to pulse with the rhythm of her heart, steadying her.
Eugene and Barry exchanged looks, their hands moving again with renewed confidence.
And then it happened. A faint cry.
Tiny. Fragile. But alive. And immediately, Atlas’s golden glow shifted subtly, recognizing the presence of new life. Cassian flinched, then joined, his own glow pulsing in tandem.
The cry grew stronger, filling the room, filling every corner of the palace hallway beyond. The weight in my chest lifted slightly, relief tearing through me. I could feel Caden beside me exhale shakily, his hand still gripping mine.
Trixie’s lips curved weakly into a smile, tears streaking her cheeks, her hands pressed to the blanket that covered our daughter. Exhaustion and relief mingled in her gaze.
I leaned close, pressing my forehead to hers. “She’s here,” I whispered. “Our daughter, she’s alive.”
Caden’s voice was hoarse, thick with emotion. “You did it, Trixie. She made it.”And just like that, the room that was tense and frightening only moments ago shifted. The golden glow from the twins seemed to settle, warm and calm, bathing Trixie and our daughter in quiet light. The fear, the panic, the uncertainty, all of it fell away.
All that remained was life. And hope.
I stayed at Trixie’s side, my hand never leaving hers, my eyes locked on her face and the tiny new life she had carried through such impossible danger.
Caden pressed a hand to my back, silent solidarity, as the room slowly began to breathe again. Whispers of relief, soft murmurs of praise, even a few choked tears from the doctors.
But none of it mattered as much as Trixie, our queen, our anchor, was alive and our daughter, our princess, was alive too.