The Rise Of The Betrayed Luna (Amorah and Holmes) novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175

Amorah POV

The moment my water broke, everything in the estate shifted at once. Conrad reacted before anyone else, pulling me into his arms while already shouting for medical staff through his comms. His voice was sharp, controlled, but I could feel the panic underneath it.

“Stay with me,” he said immediately, holding my hand sightly.

“I’m here.” I answered, even though the first wave of pain was already building.

Kyra appeared in the doorway within seconds, barefoot and breathless. Is it happening? Is the baby coming right now?”

Zane followed right behind her, already dressed like he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. “Someone needs to prepare transport routes and monitor exits. I can do that.”

“You are not monitoring exits,” Conrad snapped without looking away from me.

Kyra ignored him completely and rushed closer. “Amorah, are you scared?”

“A little.” I admitted honestly.

That answer made her eyes widen before she turned dramatically toward Zane. “We have to be calm. She needs calm energy.”

“You are the least calm person in this room,” Zane replied.

Despite everything, I almost laughed through the pain.

The medical team arrived quickly after that, turning the nursery into a controlled emergency space. Conrad refused to leave my side even for a second, holding my hand like letting go would change something irreversible.

Every instruction from the doctors passed through him first, even when I told him to breathe.

“You’re shaking,” I said at one point.

“I’m not,” he replied immediately.

“You are.”

He looked down at our joined hands. “Then I’ll shake. I’m still not letting go.”

That settled something inside me more than I expected.

As contractions began, the room stopped feeling like a room and started feeling like a shifting moment in time. Everything became sharper, louder, and strangely distant at the same time, Conrad stayed close, his forehead resting briefly against mine between instructions froin the medical team.

“You’re doing well,” he said quietly.

“I don’t feel like it,” I admitted.

“You are,” he repeated firmly.

Kyra stood at the edge of the room, trying very hard not to cry. Zane, on the other hand, kept pacing and asking logistical

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Suestions that no one had time to answer.

“How long does this stage last?”

“Can we speed it up?”

“Is there a manual for this?”

A nurse finally told him to sit down.

Surprisingly, he listened.

Lyra stayed near the back of the room, not interfering, not inserting herself into the chaos. I noticed her a few times bringing water to staff or quietly moving out of the way when needed. She didn’t try to get attention once.

That alone felt like progress I didn’t know how to name.

Conrad noticed her too, but he said nothing. His entire focus stayed on me, even when the doctors moved around him.

Hours passed in a rhythm of pain, rest, and instruction. At some point, I stopped counting time altogether. Conrad kept whispering reminders to breathe, grounding me whenever the contractions became too strong.

“I’ve got you,” he said again and again.

“I know,” I kept answering.

And I really did.

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At one point, Kyra sneaked closer and grabbed my hand from the other side. “You’re doing amazing,” she said seriously.

Zane added from his chair, “Statistically, you’re performing above expected average.”

“That is not helpful,” Kyra snapped.

“It is accurate.”

Despite everything, I laughed again.

The doctors adjusted equipment, checked readings, and gave instructions in calm voices that felt like anchors in the middle of the storm. Conrad never once stepped away from me, even when asked. At one point, a nurse tried to guide him aside.

“I’m not moving,” he said simply.

No one argued after that. The final stage came faster than expected.

The room changed again, urgency tightening in every movement. Conrad’s grip on my hand tightened instinctively, his entire posture changing as the doctors gave clearer instructions.

“It’s time,” one of them said.

I turned toward Conrad immediately. His expression had changed completely.

Love that had nowhere else to go.

“I’m here,” he said again, softer this time.

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know I whispered back.

The next moments blurred into intensity and movement. Voices overlapped, instructions sharpened, and my world narrowed down to breath and pain and the steady presence of Conrad beside me.

He never let go.

At some point, Kyra was crying openly again, b holding it together enough not to be removed from the room. Zane stood beside her now, unusually still, as if even he understood this moment required silence.

Lyra stepped forward once to help adjust something a nurse dropped, then immediately stepped back again without being asked.

Conrad leaned closer to me again. “You’re almost there.”

“I can’t tell anymore,” I admitted.

“Yes, you can,” he said firmly. “You are.”

The final push felt like everything narrowing into a single point. Conrad’s voice became the only thing I could clearly hear.

“I’ve got you,” he repeated.

Then everything changed. A cry filled the room.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Even Conrad froze.

Then he exhaled sharply, like he had been holding his breath for years.

“Amorah,” he said quietly.

I looked at him. His eyes were different.

Completely undone.

“They’re here,” he whispered.

The doctors moved quickly, confirming everything with calm efficiency. Kyra let out a sound that was half laughter, half sob. Zane just sat down slowly like his body had forgotten how to stand.

Conrad stayed exactly where he was. Still holding my hand.

Still not moving.

“Is it okay?” I asked, barely able to breathe.

One of the doctors smiled. “Everything is perfect.”

Relief hit the room all at once. For the first time in hours, silence felt peaceful.

Kyra rushed forward slightly before stopping herself. “Can I see?”

“Not yet,” a nurse said gently,

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ante nuilded like he was already planning the future logistics of it.

Lyra stayed back, watching quietly with an expression I couldn’t fully read. It wasn’t jealousy. It wasn’t pain. It looked more like acceptance of something he could never replace.

Conrad finally leaned his forehead against mine again.

“We did it,” he said softly.

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