My Personal Lycan King novel Chapter 29

VICTORIA'S POV

I closed my eyes, feeling the pressure as a buck load of images started appearing in my mind. 

The images of women running around, the image of some weird faces holding a committee, about an old woman holding a newborn child, about a dark stormy night with thunderstorms, a woman screaming enraged as a white light was coming out of her, about a woman who was staked with a wooden dagger, about a man crying while looking up in the sky.

There was soo many images that I couldn't even focus on one of them. There were hundreds, no thousands of images.

Finally, the images stopped circling before I was pushed inside a hospital room, where I almost fell on top of a doctor who was running around.

I looked around the room as my eyes fell on a beautiful woman who was in her early twenties.

 She looked strangely familiar. 

I know that woman. She is my biological mother, as far as I remember from my previous dream? What was she doing here in the hospital?

Did she look in pain? She was sweating profusely and screaming from time to time. Confused, I looked at her huge belly which was covered with a white sheet, and that's when I understood. 

She was pregnant and was about to give birth.

"Martha, just a little more baby. Push darling. For our little princess. Push harder." A man was seated beside her holding her hand, as doctors were running around and one female was standing near her helping her to push down the baby.

'Where the hell was I? Why did it look like ancient times.' I thought as I looked around confused. The way people were dressed was so different. 

'And was that a crown that was placed on the nightstand? What does it look like some royal setting?' I thought as I looked around the room, which looked so classical and expensive.

"How long will it take? Why isn't the crowning happening?" The man turned around as he yelled at the female doctor who looked scared as hell. 

As the man turned around, I was able to have a clear look at him. He was my father.

He looked so young and handsome. My mother was also incredibly beautiful, even though she was sweating and was in terrible pain.

I couldn't see her in pain. I wanted to touch her. As I moved towards her to tell her it was going to be okay, I was suddenly pulled from the setting and then pushed into a different one.

I fell into a bedroom this time. It looked like my parent's bedroom.

My mother had a baby in her hand.

"This is the token of our love, we need to protect her with our life, and we will do that. My Princessa." My father said as he kissed the baby's forehead.

I wanted to have a look at the child too.