Draken whined and pouted with every trick he knew, but I held firm for an entire month, until he couldn’t take it anymore.
One night, he shifted into his dragon form and burst through the windows again to barge into the bedchamber. As he coiled his dragon form tightly around me, I shivered under the cold press of his scales.
“Actually… We could try it in my true form…” he hesitantly suggested.
I hated to admit it, but something in me stirred. But we never got to try it out because not long after, I discovered I was pregnant!
Draken was overjoyed, though there was a faint look of regret on his expression. He clicked his tongue and sighed. “Guess we’ll have to wait until the baby’s born, then.”
Meanwhile, I couldn’t stop smiling as I rested a hand on my belly, feeling far more content than I’d ever been.
Three months later, Arya came to me again. “Litha, why didn’t you tell me about the lions’ horrible traditions? If I don’t conceive within a month, I’d have to mate with multiple beastfolk!
“Please help me! How did you manage to conceive an Aetherborn in your past life?”
She looked nothing like her smug past self. Her face was pale and desperate, while panic and blame swam in her eyes.
I calmly rested a hand on my belly. “How was I supposed to know the lion clan had such barbaric traditions? If you’re struggling to conceive, did you get examined to check whose problem it is?
“And what was that about a past life?”
She studied me for a long time before flashing a smirk that was more smug than genuinely malicious.
“Just watch! I’ll be the first to get pregnant and bear a golden lion cub! And my husband will rule the beastfolk!”
Yet, I never expected her words to come true because two months later, news swept through the lion clan—Arya was pregnant!
