Chapter 223 The Wish for a Child.


    Third Person POV


    Henry’s deep violet eyes never left Aubrey’s face. This was the face that haunted him night after night, the one he could never get enough of.


    The air between them grew charged, yet Aubrey still felt no real danger. After all, Henry couldn’t actually do anything to her.


    Instead, she said lightly, “I’m tired. I want to sleep. If there’s nothing else, you should go back and rest too.”


    Her words struck him with a sense of defeat. From her tone, from her gaze, he found no trace of affection. It wasn’t like before, when every nce Aubrey gave him had been burning, so intense it could almost sear his skin.


    Back then, he hadn’t even needed to turn around to feel her staring at him with that fevered devotion. He had always red back with harsh rejection. Yet now–now he wished more than anything that she would look at him. like that again. With love so deep it felt like he was the only man in her world.


    “I can’t read your heart at all anymore…”


    His low, hoarse voice carried a weight of helplessness.


    “You don’t know how much I long for you… how much I long to have children with you.”


    His eyes drifted downward, settling on her belly. “I’ve even thought about braving the Moon Goddess’s birthce, asking Her to dissolve the sibling bond between us…


    At that, Aubrey’s smile vanished, reced by sharp severity.


    “Henry, with your condition, setting foot there would be suicide. Don’t even think about it! And the contract with the Moon Goddess is sacred and untouchable. You chose to be my brother–stop speaking like this!”


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    Chapter 223 The Wish for a Child


    Her stern words drained the color from his face.


    Tension filled the silence between them until Aubrey sighed, softening.


    “I understand why you’re thinking this way. When life slips beyond your control, it’s natural to crave new life–as if it could carry you forward.” But the danger was too great. She couldn’t allow him to risk it.


    She looked into his eyes, steady and firm, her voice cool but earnest.


    “But listen to me. You have to trust me–and yourself. I will cure you. You don’t need a child to keep your life alive.”


    “No, that’s not it!” Henry’s lips pressed tight, his gaze tangled with emotion. After a moment, he leaned closer, whispering so low only she could hear.


    “I just want you to have a child. I even think… if, after our first time, I hadn’t made you take that medicine, maybe you’d already be carrying my child by now.”


    His eyes shone faintly. Just the thought of a child, made of both of them, sent heat rushing through his veins.


    “I know it’s selfish. But I wanted it then–and I still want it now. I want a child that’s only yours and mine.”


    He clutched her hand tightly as he spoke.


    For more than twenty years, he had never once imagined going through the mating rites with a she–wolf, never thought of building a family. His path had always been too demanding, his responsibilities too heavy.


    Yet here he was, holding Aubrey’s hand, picturing their child–and for the first time, he felt his life would beplete.


    Aubrey’s expression shifted strangely, caught between disbelief and something close to amusement. He wanted a pup with her?


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    Chapter 22 The With for a Child


    Was this really the same Henry she had once known in her past life<b>? </b>


    Seeing her silent, Henry pressed on, ovee with urgency.


    “I know it’s madness. But if I truly am going to die… would you give me that? Would you give me a child before I go?”