The Hunted Wolf – Epilogue 3

MARK

Adira’s screams had my chest aching. She squeezed my hand, practically breaking my bones, but I didn’t care. It felt like it was the only thing I could do while she was in so much pain. It broke my heart that I couldn’t take more of her pain.

Another scream echoed throughout the room, and Adira’s face was flushed and sweaty.

an do this,” I said, trying to encourage her. I didn’t know what else to say to her.

r head, fresh tears pouring out. “Mark, I can’t. You do it. It hurts too much.”

kissed her sweaty forehead, trying to provide her with some comfort. “I know, baby. I would do it if I co

yla said. “Just a couple more pushes, and then

om the pain, and I didn’t know what to do. Her la

of the strongest people I know. Just a little more, and our babies will be here. Just think about that.”

it her.

ry easier, too.”

f Adira, and she interlaced her fingers with mine. “You can do this. Just a little more, and we can meet our babies.”

do this.”

hed into me, screaming out as she pushed. Soon, I saw a figure in Zayla’s arm

a announced, wrapping the baby and handing him to Adira.

arms and started weeping even more. Tears filled

aby away, but Adira hesitated, not ready to let go.

need to get the other baby out.”

sniffled and then reluctantly handed over our son. “I

d can rest.”

she was pushing herself past a breaking point, but she knew she needed to. A few more pushes, and then a second set

nnounced, “You also have a baby girl.”

saw that all of the pain she went through was worth it and didn’t matter anymore. “We have a boy and a girl.”

Everything felt perfect in this moment.

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ADIRA

a chair. He was filled with joy as he spoke.

mother ever. She is so loving and caring, and she is going to make sure you live the best li

we are going to have some kickass children,” I laughed as Mark described everythin

d up and smiled at me. He was absolutely glowing. He stood up and brought the babies over, handing one of them to me. “Of course. I just know they will turn out like their mother. They ar

d. “They still need names.”

es thought of before this, but in the moment, none of them seemed to fit. My eyes widened as it hit me. “What about Remor

e perfect names.”