The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123: One Hundred & Twenty Three

Valka

"She cannot take another dose, Your Grace," the physician says, his voice trembling. "Her body is failing. Her pulse is a ghost of itself. We’ve already administered enough to kill two women--"

"Then administer enough for three." Rafe’s tone is smooth, almost lazy, but beneath it coils something cold and certain. "If the spawn refuses to die, perhaps its mother should accompany it."

Something shifts in the dark. I try to open my eyes. They’re too heavy, stuck halfway between waking and the void. My stomach lurches, sour bile in my throat, my body shaking so hard the chains rattle against the post.

We’ve been at this for weeks. Day after day of of tonics, of needles and warm, bitter draughts, poisons have hollowed me out. It’s been fruitless, the baby absolutely refusing to die, and all it’s done is make me weak and aggravated the morning sickness, extending it far beyond normal and gifting me a terrible fever that never quite leaves.

They don’t even bother tying me down anymore. I’m too weak to run. Too weak to crawl.

I taste blood where I bit my tongue. My skin burns, my limbs ache as though the bones inside are melting. Each breath scrapes along my lungs.

The physician stammers something again about limits, about signs from the gods and committing sin, and then, a wet gasp echoes in the air, following a sickening crack.

When I blink through the haze, I see Rafe’s hand still raised, the physician crumpled beside the table, his head bent at an unnatural angle. I gag at the stench of death and twist in time to puke all over the floors.

Rafael is by my side in a second, his fingers twining through my hair softly. "It’ll be over soon," he cooes in a manner a mother would to a child, like he isn’t talking about killing my child.

I raise my head, clutch his sleeve weakly. "Please, let me keep it."

He glances down at where I have held him, his expression going from hard to tender in seconds in the most disturbing manner. "So long as you have something left of him, you will never forget him. This is necessary, for our future together."

"Rafael," I catch myself. "Rafe," I try again, and just when I think I have gotten through to him, the door swings open, and a shrill voice echoes in the chamber.

"What is this I hear of?" Cecilia exclaims, breaking stride to halt beside me. She looks frail in her garment of sheer white, the half ruined part of her face gleaming a touch of silver. "Yet again, you have proven you are a lackwit. Have you any idea what we have in our hands?"

I see Lilith walk in behind her, her green eyes flicking to mine briefly and maybe it is the tonics, but I hallucinate a tinge of worry in her gaze before it returns to the empty cold.

Rafael straightens, rolling up his sleeves as he turns to his grandmother. "We have a large enough army of half-breeds--"

Cecilia points at my stomach with a sharp stab. "In there is the only full-blooded heir of Lucien Draemont. Does your cock cloud your judgement or were you just born a complete idiot? That child has the blood of gods in its veins. It will be a weapon unlike any we’ve ever acquired--"

She slaps him. "You will speak to me with respect! I made you. I raised you. I taught you everything you know and handed you that throne, even if you did nothing to work for it. I can take that from you and give it to someone more deserving, someone more competent and less driven by his foolish desires--" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

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