The Crown Prince's Runaway Bride

XVI

"You fucking bastard!" AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Cale screamed the moment he went into labor. The Crown Prince ended up as a battered husband because Cale had been hitting him, pinching him, and grabbing him with all his might while screaming profanities at him.

Alver simply smiled and devotedly let his omega do all sorts of abuse and torture towards him. His free hand is wiping Cale's forehead while he groans and pushes their baby out.

"YOU DAMN BASTARD!!!! I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!" Cale hits him once more, and the ever-smiling prince simply says yes while cheering for Cale.

*slap! Slap! Grabbed! Crack! Crack!*

"YOU SON OF A BITCH ALVER CROSSMAN!! I SWEAR I'M GONNA KI— ARGHHHHHH!" Cale screams once more and pushes his baby.

Soon, a child's cry echoed in the palace of joy. The midwives smiled and laughed at the redheaded baby girl, crying with all her might.

Cale and Alver looked at the baby and had similar smiles.

Alver didn't wait and laughed the moment he saw a very beautiful baby crying his heart out. The sound of the crying child filled the entire Palace of Joy.

"Congratulations, Your Highness! It's a girl! "

The midwife placed the crying baby on top of him. The crying baby instantly stopped at his parents's pheromones.

The cute little lady slightly opened her eyes. Cale and Alver knew that children don't have their vision yet, but the way she adorably yawned at them made them coo. She had Cale's red hair and reddish brown eyes, but she looked exactly like Alver!

"Haha." Cale couldn't help but feel proud at the lump of joy he brought into the world.

He was about to kiss her when he felt contractions once more.

"Huh? Argh."

"Cale?"

The midwife took the little lady away and brought her to the other room. The other helpers glanced at Cale's bottom and said, "Head."

"What? " Alver couldn't help but exclaim.

"Congratulations, Your Highness! It's twins! "

"WHAT?! " Cale couldn't help but cry out loud and pushed his second child once more.

"ALVER CROSSMAN! I SWEAR... I—HUH... HOOO. HO. COME ONE LITTLE CHAMP! MOMMY'S IN PAIN!"

Cale continued to scream and cry out, while Alver continued to uselessly cheer him up.

Soon another cry echoed, but this time, the couple had to pause and look at the little boy crying loudly.

A child with dark elf features.

"Your... highness," the midwife who was holding the child stammered.

Alver couldn't help but feel helpless. He was about to give an order, but—

"Give me my child," Cale's exhausted voice echoed.

The midwife paused and slowly placed the infant on top of Cale.

Alver realized what Cale intended to do. He remained silent and smiled at his family.

No matter what happens, I'll protect them all.

He thought, even if it's the last thing he'll do in this life.

The redhead smiled and gently patted his little boy. The boy had red hair and Alver's deep brown eyes.

"My little girl?" Cale asked once more. The midwife nodded and brought the baby back inside. This time, Cale's family entered along with the children. They were mesmerized at the sight of two infants comfortably lying on top of their mother.