The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (Bella and scott) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Bella

The television glowed harshly like something cold and unforgiving.

Lucy’s face filled the screen, blotchy and swollen, her sobs loud enough to shake a city. She clutched a tissue dramatically, her voice breaking as she spoke about betrayal, about being wronged, about how Maya was a victim of a sinister plot. I placed my hand on my mouth to stop my gasp as I sat stiffly beside Scott, barely breathing.

Every word she spoke made my stomach twist harder. I wasn’t just horrified by the lies spilling so easily from her mouth–I was sickened by the realization that people would believe her.

Beside me, Scott hadn’t moved. But I could feel the anger radiating from him. It was terrifying in its restraint. His body was rigid, shoulders tense, jaw locked so tightly I wondered if his molars would crack. His fury consumed all the air in the room.

“That’s enough,” he said in a deadly voice. He got up and walked away, already pulling out his phone. I heard his voice carry down the hallway. “Troy, did you watch the TV? Shut this down immediately. I don’t care how -contain it. Now.”

The moment he disappeared from view, the nausea surged violently. It hit me so fast I barely had time to register it before I was scrambling off the couch, my hand flying to my mouth. I stumbled toward the bathroom, my heart racing, my body betraying me completely. I dropped to my knees just in time in front of the toilet.

Everything came up–dinner, acid, the tension that had been coiled inside me since the broadcast started. My hands trembled against the cold tiles as I retched, fear washing over me.

“Bella!”

Scott’s voice was already there, thick with panic. He was beside me in seconds, one arm firm around my shoulders, the other gently pulling my hair back. I could feel how badly he was shaking. “Oh, sweetheart…” he murmured. “What’s happening? Talk to me.”

I tried to answer, but another wave rolled through me, harsher than the last. All I could do was shake my head weakly.

The fear on his face cut through me. I had seen Scott furious. I had seen him ruthless. I had never seen him look so helpless. The Lycan King–powerful, feared, worshipped–looked completely broken.

Without another word, he lifted me carefully into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. As we passed the living room, I noticed him flick the television off without even looking at it. “Don’t worry, the situation will be controlled.” He laid me on the bed and hovered close, brushing my hair away from my face. His eyes searched mine desperately.

“You’re pale,” he said, his voice tight.

“I’m okay,” I whispered, though even to my own ears it sounded like a lie.

“No,” he said. “You’re not. I’m calling the doctor.” He called the house doctor immediately.

She arrived in half an hour. She examined me thoroughly, asking questions, checking my vitals, watching me closely. When she finally straightened, her expression was calm.

“I don’t see anything physically alarming,” she said. “This could be stress. Severe emotional stress can cause nausea, dizziness, vomiting.”

Scott frowned deeply. “She vomited twice.”

“I understand,” the doctor replied. “But the body reacts strongly to trauma. I’ll prescribe a mild sedative. She needs rest.”

When she left, Scott didn’t move far from the bed. He sat beside me, his hand never leaving mine, his gaze fixed on my face like he was afraid I might vanish if he looked away.

“Sleep…” I whispered. He slipped beside me, pulled me against his chest as I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning shattered any illusion of reassurance. I woke with the same violent sickness clawing up my throat. I barely made it to the bathroom before vomiting again, my body shaking with exhaustion.

Scott stood behind me, frozen. “This is my fault,” he whispered hoarsely as if realizing what he had done.

I wiped my mouth and looked up at him, startled. “What are you saying?”

“I think it’s because of me marking you,” he said, pain etched deep into his expression. “It’s my venom. What if your body is rejecting it?”

The anguish in his eyes stole my breath. He looked utterly broken standing in my bathroom.

“Scott,” I said softly, reaching for his hand. “Please don’t think that.”

His fingers curled tightly around mine. “I did this to you.”

“No,” I insisted gently. “You didn’t. I promise.”

But even as I tried to reassure him, I could feel his fear spiraling out of control. “I’m calling the doctor from Silver Mane,” he said. “The human doctors can’t understand your body now.”

By afternoon, the pack’s doctor, Dr. Julie came along with Millie and Troy. She was tall and composed, with warm olive skin and sharp, intelligent eyes behind thin–rimmed glasses. Her long black hair was braided neatly down her back, and she carried herself with quiet authority that immediately put me at ease.

She bowed to me. Under Scott’s sharp gaze, she examined me carefully, taking her time, asking precise questions. Then she handed me a small strip. “Take this,” she said gently. “It’s a pregnancy test.”

I blinked at her, startled despite myself. “That’s… not possible.”

Scott went completely still.

She shrugged. “This is just one of the tests amongst many…”

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I sighed and went for it.

When Julie studied the strip moments later, her lips curved into a smile.

“I knew it!” she exclaimed. “You’re pregnant,” she announced. “With the Lycan King’s pup.”

The words didn’t register at first.

“What?” I whispered.

Scott inhaled sharply–and then laughed. A deep, disbelieving sound filled with pure joy. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, gripping the mattress as if grounding himself.

“My wife,” he said with eyes wide. “Pregnant again?‘

He bent forward, pressing a reverent kiss to my stomach, then to my hand. His eyes shone with pride and wonder.

“You’re carrying my pup,” he murmured.

I was still stunned. “Dr. Julie… are you absolutely sure? It’s too early.”

She nodded. “The test is designed for werewolves. Their fetuses develop quickly and so the pregnancy can be detected as early as two weeks. But since you’re carrying the Lycan King’s pup, it can be detected in less than two weeks. And since this pup was conceived after marking, the venom strengthens the DNA. This child will be exceptionally strong.”

Excitement filled the room. Millie hugged me with joy.

Scott, meanwhile, looked insufferably smug. “My heir,” he said proudly. “Another one.”

Troy grinned broadly, clapping Scott on the back. “Great job, King! You’ve been working hard.”

I blushed heavily. Troy curled his arm around Millie, tucking her close to his body.

Scott ordered, “We have to keep this a secret for now.”

Everyone in the room nodded instantly.

As everyone prepared to leave, I noticed Dr. Julie watching Troy and Millie. Her eyes were shadowed with something with forlorn and a hurt expression. I got confused and wondered if Julie was jealous of her sister. Something wasn’t right.

Later, when we were alone, I asked Scott about it.

“Julie was Troy’s mate,” he said quietly. “She rejected him.”

My heart sank. “And Millie?”

“They married later.”

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Scott climbed into bed beside me, wrapping his arms around me possessively, his hand resting protectively

on my

my stomach. “For the record,” he murmured smugly, “my venom doesn’t hurt you. It creates miracles.

I couldn’t help laughing.