<h4>Chapter 341: Arrival of Bundle of Joy</h4>


    <strong>River:</strong>


    The moment the healer’s words left his mouth, the world tilted beneath my feet.


    The father shoulde inside.


    My wolf lunged forward, demanding we go, demanding we be there for her. And when I noticed Kieran stepping back when he clearly wanted to be there with Evaline, I grabbed his hand and dragged him inside the emergency room with me.


    The sharp smell of blood, sterile, and herbs hit the moment we entered. Doctors and healers swarmed the room, and the air pulsed with urgency.


    And in the middle of it all... was our Evaline.


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    Shey on the bed, drenched in sweat, her face pale and drawn, lips trembling as she gasped for air. Her hands gripped the sheets like lifelines, her amber eyes zed with pain but burning with determination.


    "Eva..." Oscar’s broken whisper cracked through the chaos as he stumbled to her side, clutching her hand.


    Draven was on her other side in an instant, pressing kisses along her temple, whispering something frantic and soothing all at once.


    I stood at the foot of the bed with Kieran, my body locked in ce, my heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to tear free.


    "Push, Miss Evaline," one of the doctors urged. "One more time, just one more strong push."


    Evaline whimpered, shaking her head, her body arching with pain. "I can’t... I can’t-"


    "Yes, you can," Draven urged, his voice shaking. "You have survived everything, Eva. You are stronger than all of us put together. Please... just one more push."


    Oscar leaned close, his forehead pressed to hers, their hands white-knuckled where they clung together. "For our baby, love. For us. Just once more."


    My chest burned as I watched her bite down on her lip and nod, gathering every ounce of strength. And then she pushed.


    The room filled with the sound of her cry... and a heartbeatter, another cry split the air.


    High-pitched. Fierce. Alive.


    My knees buckled. Kieran gripped my arm, not to hold me but for his own support, his breath breaking beside me. Oscar’s sob tore through the room, and Dravenughed - it was a sharp, disbelievingugh choked by tears.


    "It’s a boy," the doctor announced, holding the tiny, wriggling bundle high for just a second before quickly bringing him over to be checked.


    A boy. Our boy.


    I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. All I could do was stare at the miracle that had just entered the world.


    Despite the chaos around her, despite the agony twisting her body, Eva’s voice came, broken but clear. "Let me... let me hold him."


    The healers hesitated. One started to protest, but the doctor nodded his head in approval, "Skin-to-skin is good for both of them."


    And just like that, the newborn was ced against her chest, her gown parted so his tiny body could rest against her skin.


    Her shaking arms cradled him as tears slipped silently down her cheeks. She smiled through the pain, through the happiness, through the exhaustion. "Hi, my love," she whispered to him, her voice raw but full of wonder. "Mama’s here."


    The baby quieted almost instantly, curling against her warmth, his tiny fingers pressing against her skin.


    It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.


    The healers worked quickly, tending to her injuries now that the delivery was over. Elixirs were prepared, medicines and IVs were getting ready, and the healers used their magic to help the fractured ribs knit back into ce, but I hardly saw them. My eyes were fixed on her... <i>on them</i>.


    That was when a nurse stepped closer, speaking softly but firmly. "After the mother, one of you should hold the pup skin-to-skin. It helps bond him to the pack, strengthens the connection."


    Draven’s eyes shone, and Oscar blinked, but before either could speak, Kieran’s voice broke the silence.


    "Can I?"


    I turned to him sharply. His voice was low, tentative, almost pleading. His eyes shone with unshed tears, his lips trembling as though he had said something forbidden.


    Oscar and Draven both gawked at him, confusion shing across their faces. But when I met Kieran’s gaze, I saw the truth. The depth of his love. His longing. His silent suffering.


    He wanted this... needed this.


    And in that moment, I nodded. Once to him, and once to my younger brothers, telling them to let it be. This wasn’t the time for questions and exnations.


    Kieran looked like I had just given him the world.


    When the nurse gently lifted the baby from Evaline’s chest, Kieran was already tugging at his shirt, baring his chest. The tiny pup was ced against him, and the moment skin met skin, Kieran broke. Tears streamed down his face as he clutched the baby close, whispering something over and over that I decided to not hear.


    Draven was next. He trembled as he held the boy. His jaw was tight, his eyes shining. He bent low, pressing his lips to the pup’s soft head, and a choked sob escaped him.


    Oscar followed next, his usualposure shattered. He cradled the baby like ss, hisrge hands trembling. His tears were also falling freely as he murmured promises to our pup.


    And finally, it was my turn.


    I had long lost my coat and my shirt was gone in seconds before the nurse ced him in my arms, and everything inside me stilled. He was so small. So fragile. His tiny heartbeat fluttered against my chest like a bird, yet his presence filled me with a weight so powerful I could barely stand under it.


    My son.


    I didn’t know how to describe the storm inside me - fear, love, protectiveness, awe. It was too much. Overwhelming. Beautiful.


    But even as I held him, my gaze never left her.


    She was watching us, her lips curved in a faint, tired smile, her eyes soft despite the pain she still endured. She looked at us like we were her whole world, and even as the darkness tried to im her, she fought to stay awake for us.


    One by one, we approached her bed again. Oscar kissed her lips, Draven pressed his lips to her cheek, Kieran gave her head a soft pat and told her she’s been brave.


    When it was my turn, I bent low and pressed a kiss to her damp hair. "You were extraordinary," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I love you."


    She sighed softly, her hand brushing weakly against my arm.


    The doctors eventually returned the baby to her, cing him at her breast to feed for the first time within the golden hour. Her arms curled around him, her smile tender as she guided him.


    We were ushered out then, the healers and doctor needing space to stabilize her fully.


    Fifteen agonizing minutester, the attending doctor emerged and delivered the words that finally loosened the vice around my chest - "Both mother and child are resting. They are safe."


    Safe.


    For the first time since this nightmare began, I let myself breathe.