Chapter 178
I stood in the doorway, my heart hammering in my chest, watching Lorik’s figure move in the distance. His broad shoulders were taut with the burden of leadership, his dark hair slicked back from the rain that had just started to fall. My nerves jittered, every breath shallow. How could I tell
him this? How could I break the news?
I swallowed hard and took a step forward, my boots crunching against the gravel beneath my feet. His intense gaze locked onto mine. His eyes softened immediately, that protective look he always
wore when I was near.
You didn’t answer my calls,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “Was it just to surprise me by showing up here? Why didn’t you come straight to me? How long have you been out in the cold?”
His questions tumbled out, faster than usual, as if he was trying to catch up with his emotions. His hands cupped my face gently, his touch warm against the cold air. I could see the concern in his
eyes, the surprise, and something deeper–something that made my heart ache with affection.
‘I tried calling you, but …. ‘I shook my head gently, an imperceptible bitter smile tugging at the
corners of my mouth as I explained, ‘It was Lorcia who answered my call.‘
Lorik sniffed, his brows slightly knitted, a trace of chagrin flashed in his eyes, he gently pulled up my hand, the warmth coming from his palm seemed to be able to dispel all the fatigue and uneasiness of the journey.
‘Lorcia …… just came to deliver papers to me, nothing happened between us. She didn’t say anything bad, did she?‘
I shook my head, not wanting to keep bringing up Lorcia at this point.
I looked into Lorik’s eyes. He looked very nervous at the moment.
“Lorik,” I whispered, voice trembling, “there’s something I need to tell you.”
Just as I was about to tell him the real reason I had come–the news of our baby–Lorek’s expression suddenly changed. His nose twitched as he sniffed the air, his body tensing with something primal, something instinctual.
He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes widening in shock. “Shirley… I think I smell… our baby.” His voice trembled slightly, as if he couldn’t believe his own words.
grabbed his hand, pressing it against my stomach, my pulse quickening. His brow furrowed in
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confusion for a moment, and I could see the questions swimming in his mind.
Then, like a wave, realization washed over his face. His eyes widened, lips parting slightly as the truth settled in. He was going to be a father.
“Luna,” he breathed, almost in disbelief, “are you…?”
I nodded slowly, my eyes welling with tears. “Yes. We’re going to have a baby.”
For a moment, time stood still. His eyes locked on mine, his hand trembling slightly against my stomach. Then, like a dam breaking, a wide grin spread across his face, and he let out a booming laugh, scooping me up into his arms.
Em going to be a father!” he shouted, spinning me around. His laughter was so contagious, so full of joy, that the surrounding warriors, the Silver Moon clan, who had been nearby, started cheering. Their voices rose in celebration, but I could only focus on Lorik.
He stopped spinning me, gently setting me back down, his eyes misty with emotion. “I can’t believe it,” he whispered, his hand still resting on my stomach. “I’m going to be a father.”
His joy was palpable, radiating from him like sunlight. But amidst the cheers and excitement, I noticed the stony faces of the warriors who had accompanied me. Their expressions were grim, their eyes shadowed by the harsh reality of our journey. They weren’t celebrating–they were horrified. The thought of a pregnant woman traveling through these dangerous lands was more than they could bear.
Gradually, Lorik’s expression sobered as well. He stared down at my belly, his brow furrowing with concern. “Luna,” he murmured, “you shouldn’t be here. It’s too dangerous.”
I sighed, knowing this conversation was inevitable. “I’m fine, Lorik. I’m stronger than you think.”
He shook his head, his grip on me tightening. “No. You’re carrying our child. The roads are treacherous, the battles constant… What if something happens?” His voice broke slightly as he added, “What if I can’t be there to protect you?”
I could see the guilt creeping into his expression, the self–reproach building. He was blaming himself for not being by my side, for not shielding me from the dangers I now faced.
Gently, I cupped his face in my hands, forcing him to meet my gaze.
