The Beta's Regret (Eden and Eros) novel Chapter 242

The child's cry filled the forest. It was loud and cute…

I immediately tore at the inner part of my grown, and created a shawl that I used to cover the baby from the cold.

Lyra looked at the child in my arms, a little anxious.

“It's a girl.” I said softly. The joy that filled me in seeing a new life was overwhelming.

At that moment I forgot that some seconds ago, we were at each other's throat fighting for our lives.

I couldn't hide the joy I felt in knowing that Lyra was now a mother. I just hoped this would be a sign that Lyra had to become a better person for her child.

She was now a mother after all.

I spoke too early.

“A girl?” I looked at Lyra whose face had molded into horror. “Give it to me!”

Lyra grabbed the baby from my arms and looked at it in disgust.

“What is it?” I asked. “What is wrong with her being a girl?”

“I can't give birth to a girl. I need a strong Alpha,” she said with a snap.

I suddenly understood what Lyra was getting at. Before I could say another word, another contraction hit me.

It was as if I had already forgotten that I was in labor. It took me by surprise. My knees went weak, and I crashed to the floor beside Lyra.

She eyed me. “What is it?”

“My baby. It's coming.” I said softly.

Lyra rolled her eyes at me. She suddenly smiled and carelessly placed her baby on the other side.

I growled again in pain.

The contractions were coming faster and bigger now. I couldn't even look at Lyra to check what she was doing and why she wasn't helping me.

Next thing, I felt cold steel against my neck.

“This is so easy. You made everything way too easy for me.” Lyra chuckled as she held a knife to my neck.

My heart sank.

I couldn't even scream in horror.

I was afraid and in pain at the same time. Was this going to be the end of it?

How could Lyra be so cruel. I wouldn't allow her kill my child. I was more worried about my pup than I was about myself.

I stared deeply into Lyra’s eyes. There was nothing there but intense hatred. How could someone like this ever love a child?

I looked down at Lyra’s clothes. They were soaked from childbirth. Blood and water. She looked a mess, and blood smeared her face.

“You don't need to do this.” I said softly.

Lyra grabbed a hold of my neck and choked me. “Shut up!”

“Please.” I wheeled.

“Who do you think you are to dictate to me?” She smirked. “Your life is in my hands.”

Lyra ran the sharp edge of the knife across my cheek and drew blood in a straight line.