The Beta's Regret (Eden and Eros) novel Chapter 250

(Eden's Pov)

As soon as the tent was empty, I made my way outside and slipped into my mother's tent.

It smelled of a strange mix of lavender and earth, which surprisingly had a soothing effect on me.

Mom sat on a makeshift chair, cradling my son in her arms while she rocked her body side to side, humming a slow tune to his ears.

As I watched, my heart melted at the kind of love my mother had for the infants. However, no matter how much of it she showers on him, I still want him in my arms, as I smell his wonderful baby scent

“Mom.” I called out softly. She finally noticed my presence and looked up. At first, a worried expression crossed her face before she finally let out a small smile.

“Thank you,” I said.

She nodded; her smile grew wider before she looked back at my baby.

“No need to thank me. They are my babies.” She cooed softly at my son, who giggled, “He needs a name.” She said,

My breath hitched. I knew that.

It wasn't because I had no idea what to name him; I did. But I found it so difficult to give him a name all by myself without Eros in the picture.

As if my mother heard my thoughts, she sighed and said. “Eros wouldn’t want you to hold back because of him.”

I nodded and moved forward. She handed him over to me while she attended to Lyra’s child.

My mother adjusted the blanket wrapped around the baby as she slept soundly. Compared to my son, she was much easier to please.

My mom slowly took the baby girl in her arms, and just as she began to move outside, I stopped her with a quick shout.

“No!” I said. A sudden sense of protectiveness gripped me, and I watched my mother cautiously. “Please don't take her. Let her stay with me a little longer.”

My mother raised a brow at me. She curiously searched my face and nodded. Instead of dropping the child, she settled back down and cradled the tiny human in her arms.

I looked at her. She looked so peaceful, so serene, unaware of the circumstances that surrounded her.

It suddenly struck me just how beautiful the child was. And I couldn't imagine her having a life that would be filled with spite or being raised in an environment where she would not be loved or given the same attention like I would my son.

Her mother was dead, and I doubt Pison would be a good parent to her. Since Lyra and him planned to rule the people together, and they stayed together for so long— and according to Lyra, even imagined their little pup running around the palace… then Pison would that she was pregnant with his pup.

But does he know that Lyra is dead? Would he fight for her, and claim his child?

Whichever, I wouldn't give up without a fight. She is mine.

I swallowed hard as I thought about my next words. “Mom, I want to adopt her.” I said.

My mother gave me a quick look of surprise.

“Adopt?” She asked.

I nodded.

She didn't ask more questions. She understood exactly what I felt, the responsibilities I now had to shoulder.