Chapter 204: Chapter 195: The Baby Is Coming

Wrapped in a beast skin blanket, she turned over, gently stroking her belly, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

These men really seemed more childish than cubs.

They were just like a bunch of mischievous big boys.

She quickly fell asleep in a haze, not knowing when she drifted off.

She was suddenly woken up in the middle of the night with a need to pee.

With a bigger belly, it’s easy to have frequent urges, having to get up and go to the toilet all the time, which is really annoying.

The cave was pitch black, with only a sliver of bright moonlight shining through the gap at the cave entrance.

Upon opening her eyes, she saw a massive, jet-black python coiled at the bedside, its black scales reflecting a ghostly glow in the moonlight.

Its forked tongue flickered, and its cold, vertical pupils were fixed on her swollen belly.

“Ah…”

Seeing a python coiled beside your bed in the middle of the night, staring at your belly, is enough to scare someone to death on the spot.

She then realized it was Rhys Blackwood, and the scream instantly swallowed back into her throat.

Luna Sutton grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it over, angrily cursing, “Not sleeping in the middle of the night, who are you planning to scare to death?”

Rhys dodged aside with a tilt of his head, then suddenly transformed into human form.

He bent down to pick up the pillow from the ground, patted off the dust, and tossed it back onto the bed.

Kneeling on one knee at the edge of the bed, his long fingers pressed beside her ear, his voice low: “Did I scare you just now?”

Luna Sutton pulled off the blanket and got out of bed, rolling her eyes speechlessly at him, “Open your eyes and see a python coiled beside you, what do you think?”

With that, she got out of bed cradling her belly, planning to go pee.

Rhys, seeing her eager to get down, frowned, clearly showing a sense of urgency.

He bent over and picked her up, “Need to go? Let me carry you!”

Luna Sutton’s face flushed, she wasn’t a three-year-old child, she could still move; carrying her to the bathroom, what’s that about?

If someone saw her like this in the middle of the night, she probably wouldn’t show her face tomorrow.

“I can go by myself, put me down.”

She struggled to get off him, but Rhys’s arms were like iron tongs, not moving an inch.

Instead, he held her ever tighter, his deep voice leaving no room for refusal: “Don’t move, it’s too dark at night. Your belly is so big, what if you accidentally fall?”

She was both embarrassed and annoyed, kicking her legs, “Fall, my foot! Let me down…”

Before the words were fully out, Rhys had already carried her out of the cave in quick strides, in a posture akin to a child going to the toilet.

It was truly humiliating.

Her face turned scarlet, hugging herself in Rhys’s arms, terrified of being seen.

Because it was really too embarrassing.

The night wind was cool, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the moonlight stretched their shadows long.

Luna Sutton nestled in his embrace, her face red like it was bleeding.

Just then, the nearby outhouse emitted the sound of trickling water.

Immediately following came Malachi Arcanus’s languid yawn: “This piss is killing me…”

She instantly froze, never expecting anyone to be there at this moment.

The voice was unmistakably Malachi Arcanus.

Her heart leaped to her throat, she clutched Rhys’s arm tightly, not daring to make a sound.

She looked up at Rhys, her eyes pleading for him to hide.

She didn’t want Malachi to see her being carried by Rhys like this, or she’d be laughed at mercilessly.

Possibly for a thousand years.

Rhys squinted, not only refusing to hide but purposely stepping on a dry branch, making a sharp “crack.”

“Damn!”

In the outhouse, Malachi Arcanus, while relieving himself, was startled by the sound.

Thinking it was some shameless female secretly sneaking up to peep, he quickly dropped the beast skin skirt, harshly yelling: “Who’s there?”

Then he swiftly exited the outhouse.

Seeing Malachi coming out, Luna Sutton, in a panic, bit Rhys’s shoulder, only to find the man’s muscles were hard as iron, hurting her teeth.

Infuriated, she fiercely pinched the soft flesh at his waist with her little hand, and even twisted it.

But he didn’t even knit his brows, as if being tickled.

Malachi’s footsteps came closer.

“Did you do this on purpose?”

She lowered her voice, grinding her teeth.

The man’s throat issued a low laugh, suddenly spinning her behind a tree, his large black beast skin cloak unfurling with a “swish,” wrapping them both tightly.

Malachi only caught a glimpse of a dark shadow darting by.

He narrowed his eyes, leisurely fastening his beast skin belt, coldly sneering: “Which blind female dares to peep at me…”

Luna Sutton, wrapped tightly in Rhys’s beast skin cloak, bit her lip hard, not daring to make a sound.

And she really needed to pee, feeling like she couldn’t hold it anymore.

Rhys, deliberately close to her ear with his hot breath, asked: “Can’t hold it?”

Before she could respond, her entire body stiffened, feeling like she’d been struck by lightning.

“Splash!”

Warm water flowed down Rhys Blackwood’s arm, mixed with a few strands of blood, seeping into the mud beneath.

Rhys Blackwood was momentarily stunned. Did she just pee directly?

He hadn’t yet realized that her water had broken and thought she simply couldn’t hold it anymore and had peed.

“It’s fine, if you peed, you peed. I’ll take you back to wash up.”

He tightened his grip slightly, understanding her shyness, refraining from teasing her.

In a way, it was his fault; who would have known she was in such a hurry that she couldn’t hold it in?

Luna Sutton was mortified to death, “Rhys Blackwood, my water… broke…”

Actually, not only had her water broken, she’d also peed a little, but it had mixed with the amniotic fluid.

Malachi Arcanus noticed the commotion over here and suddenly stepped closer: “Who’s there?”

At this point, Rhys Blackwood had no mind to respond to Malachi Arcanus. Upon hearing it wasn’t pee but her water breaking, his whole body suddenly tensed.

The cold eyes showed rare panic, his body trembling: “Not pee…”

His voice was frighteningly hoarse, “Is the water broken?”

Violent contractions hit.

She was in so much pain that her brows twisted tightly, gripping his arm desperately, her nails nearly piercing his skin: “Mm… I’m going to give birth… Please take me back quickly.”

Rhys Blackwood finally realized, abruptly removing his cloak, cradling Luna Sutton horizontally, letting her lie across his arms.

His voice was achingly hoarse: “Hang in there, I’ll take you back!”

As the night wind roared, his figure became a blur as he swiftly dashed back to the cave with Luna Sutton.

In the night wind, Rhys Blackwood’s anxious shout carried: “Malachi Arcanus, Luna’s going to give birth, quickly get the witch doctor.”

The voice was so loud it startled birds and beasts in the forest.

Malachi Arcanus had just chased behind a tree when muddy water splashed all over his face, about to get angry.

Then he heard the voice carried on the night wind.

He stopped in his tracks, sniffing the air, finally smelling the scent of blood.

Realizing Luna Sutton was going to give birth, a rare tension appeared on his handsome face.

Instantly transforming into a Nether-dark Wolf, he leaped, heading straight for the stone house where the witch doctor resided.

While running, he looked up and roared furiously, speaking human words: “Corbin Crowley, Zeke Veridian, you two bastards get out, Luna’s going to give birth…”

His voice was so loud it jolted the females and cubs in the tribe from their dreams.

Especially some light-sleeping old beastmen, who nearly fell off their stone beds in shock, shaking their whiskers and cursing, “What’s Malachi Arcanus howling about in the middle of the night…”

Suddenly realizing Luna Sutton was about to give birth, they rushed to throw on their beast skin and run outside.

It’s a big deal when a tribe female gives birth, they must go and see.

Corbin Crowley transformed into the Silver Wolf, speeding past, his silver fur gleaming coldly under the moonlight.

He directly crashed open the witch doctor’s stone door, grabbing the nape of the sleeping Old Shaman’s neck and rushing outside…

“Aye… my old bones…”

The witch doctor’s wails scattered on the night wind.

Zeke Veridian was asleep in the cave, nearly falling off the bed upon hearing.

His emerald eyes flashed with panic, turning into a green wolf shadow upon landing, appearing at the tribe’s center after a few leaps.

He happened to run into Corbin Crowley, bite-holding the witch doctor and sprinting towards Luna Sutton’s cave.

His wolf eyes showed surprise, the corner of his mouth twitching, before quickly following.

In a large stone house, Lyle Sutton was also awakened by the outside noise.

Upon learning his daughter was going to give birth, he was so anxious it was as if his eyebrows were on fire.

He kicked open a stone stool, shouting at a volume louder than Malachi Arcanus’s wolf howl: “Wolf One, get all the old folks in the tribe who have helped with births to me…”

Before the words had finished, he was already rushing out of the stone house.

The entire Wolf Tribe lit numerous torches, countless females walked out of their caves, heading towards Luna Sutton’s cave.

Whether to watch the excitement, genuinely worried for Luna Sutton, or dragged by Wolf One to assist in the birth.

Nearly everyone went there.

Inside the cave.

Luna Sutton lay on the stone bed, cold sweat pouring from the pain, remembering the reward she once received.

She quickly took out the [Painless Childbirth Pill] from the system backpack.

Taking advantage of Rhys Blackwood’s moment of boiling water, she swallowed it secretly.

Almost the instant the [Painless Childbirth Pill] was swallowed, the deathly pain lessened considerably.

She breathed a long sigh of relief, closing her eyes to feel the medicinal effect, the system didn’t lie, this thing is more effective than painless injections.

Corbin Crowley entered the cave, carrying the rolled-eyed witch doctor, the huge body of the Silver Wolf creating a gust of wind.

The Old Shaman, still confused and holding onto a beast skin bag, was tossed to the front of the bed.

“Aye my old waist…”

The Old Shaman was about to complain.

Suddenly, he saw the spreading water stain beneath Luna Sutton, his face instantly changed.

He quickly climbed up to check her condition.

His face, wrinkled all over, flickered in the torchlight, “How long since the water broke?”

Rhys Blackwood rushed in carrying hot water, his black long hair messily stuck to his sweaty forehead, “Less than a quarter of an hour.”

His voice tense beyond recognition, filled with deep worry.

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