Her arm was raised, and every time her fingers snapped, I was pushed against the four corners of the room, like a rag doll being hurled around by an invisible force. The agony was so intense that all I could do was scream.
"Please, let me alone. My baby is hurting!"
She could hurt me all she wanted, but not my unborn baby. Maxus and I had waited for him to be conceived for so long, and now I couldn't do anything to protect him other than beg for mercy. The room was spinning, and I could feel myself losing consciousness. But then I was back in the middle of the room. My feet were still hovering above the ground, but drops of blood were now splattering on the floor.
"My… my baby." I cradled my belly as his pulse began to weaken. "Hold on. Please hold on for a little while. Your father will come and save us."
"Tell me the father of that bastard, and I will not hesitate to heal you," Gaia said. "I can do that in a wave of my fingers. But if you continue to claim that the Lycan king is the father, then you will receive the opposite of my help."