The Blood Moon King ➳ JJK [✓]

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2 YEARS LATER
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LOCKHEART PACK

AUTHOR'S POV

"Keep going, love, you're almost there!" Alpha Kim encouraged Luna who was now giving birth.

"That's what I'm trying to do for the past hours!" She snapped.

Alpha was always shocked when it came to childbirth. Not only it pained him a lot to see his lover in so much pain, but it scared the hell out of him how she would behave in such moments.

However, he wouldn't mind as he imagined it was a way to express her pain and be a bit relieved, just like how he would curse when hitting his toe with a piece of furniture.

"Ahhhh!"

His mind went crazy when blood started to flow out, staining the lavender sheet. He gulped down before looking at his love, who had just closed her eyes shut. He used the washing mitt to dab her sweating face.

"Hold on, love. Soon, it'll be over. Just breathe." Alpha bit his lips as another bloody scream escaped her mouth. Guilt hit him hard as there was nothing he could do. He was powerless, almost useless.

Alpha held his breath before asking the midwife, "What's happening?"

"Keep pushing Luna!" The midwife encouraged Luna more.

A strange smell caught Alpha's attention. It was like a mixture of his scent and Luna's.

It was the baby.

Something woke up inside him, and he suddenly felt strange, as if he was just a stranger watching at a scene taking place before his eyes.

"Love?" Luna asked.

"He's coming. Push on the count of three ok!" Alpha said and as each contraction hit her hard, Luna did her best to push.

With each push, the baby got closer. Alpha, in an ecstatic state, encouraged her. Together, they stood united for this childbirth, "Just a few more and it'll be over, honey!

The room was filled with yells and a strange smell, the smell of blood. Using her hands to guide the baby's head, the midwife tried her best.

"AAAAHHHHHHHH!" Luna screamed again.

"Hold on, love! You can do it!" Alpha knew there was something wrong when something blocked the baby.

Luna started to get tired, and the contractions were worse than ever. Her eyes were tight shut as she tore the sides of the bed apart.

Trying to figure something out, the midwife slowly slipped her hands forward and tried to gently drag the baby with each contraction.

Floods of blood stained the wet sheets as well as her dress. More bits, and even bigger now, also came out. Yet, the midwife pulled her hands out slowly, guiding the baby's head out, "The head's out now, your highness! Just give it one last push!"