The Lycan King' Chapter 170: Not With Child

Chapter 170: Not With Child

The pain seed much more unbearable as soon as she began to realise that she might be losing the child she wasn’t even sure she had an hour ago.

Desperate, she crawled back to the bedside and reached out her hand to ring the bell.

But it was out of her reach. She swallowed as another painful wave racked through her lower back and stomach.

"Rory!" She tried calling out at the top of her lungs, but her voice ca out small, nearly a whimper.

Deciding against calling for help again, she reached out for the bell again, raising herself higher than she had the strength to.

If she could do anything, she would rather do it than face regret later.

The bell rang. She tugged and tugged and tugged, until she was sure that soone would have been stirred by her abnormal request.

She waited awhile, she clutching the bell and remaining in the awkward position that made white-hot pain shoot up her spine.

She might even be dying, she thought.

She tugged and tugged once more before she collapsed back on the floor.

"My child..." She laid her hand on her stomach, finding it very difficult to even lift her hand.

Then her eyes began to drift close.

Into the peace she had been craving so much for the past days.

When she awoke, she stared at the vault ceiling above her head to clear her blurry vision before looking around. Her head warned her against turning it the mont she did.

But she did anyway.

Her mouth felt sandy and dry. She was in dire need of water.

She tried to part her lips to speak but they felt glued together.

She glanced down at herself. Her bed cover had been changed, so had her dress. The floor had been wiped clean, making her wonder if the events of the previous night was all just a bad dream.

But the pain in her lower abdon reminded her how real it was.

Beneath the covers, her hand moved to caress the warm skin. She was wearing a new night gown made of dark red silk which covered her up to her neck and had long and frilly sleeves.

And of course, she felt the warm towels placed between her legs.

Tears clouded her now-clear vision before she could think better of them.

Then as if pulled by so force, she glanced at a dark corner of the room close to the corridor that led to the door.

Soone sat there, leaning against a chair and staring at her.

Her heart fluttered in her chest. She didn’t need to be told who it was.

From what she could make out, he was wearing a long blue coat and a milky white hose and his long black boots.

She hadn’t seen his one of a King black cloak for so days, she noticed.

Then he looked up and their eyes t.

Claire struggled to lick her lips, not taking her eyes off him as he walked towards the bedside.

He didn’t lean in to embrace her as she desperately wanted him to do. He just stood at the door of her bed and stared at her with an unreadable expression on his face.

"How do you feel?" His voice sound listless and distant, as if he were speaking to her from behind the door of her room.

She blinked and shook her head to clear the thought.

Instead of answering, she just burst into tears.

She didn’t need anyone to tell her what had happened.

And now it finally dawned on her that she had very much wanted to keep that baby.

His baby.

And hers, of course.

Now even that opportunity was taken from her. She had just been afraid, and her fear had made her say things to him she really wished she hadn’t now.

But it was too late.

The baby was gone.

And she would be leaving very soon.

The thought of leaving now felt very real, much more real than it had when she was still living in the novelty of having his child and possibly marrying him.

Then, he backed away from the bed and went to the door. His face hadn’t betrayed even an ounce of emotion.

Claire understood that they had exchanged a few words when they had spoken to each other last but that wasn’t enough to warrant such a cold treatnt from him.

Then he opened the door and an elderly man ca into the chamber. He was dressed in clothes much too big for his bony and slightly hunched fra.

But he had kind eyes.

"Good morrow, Lady Stenly." He said, smiling.

She drew her attention from his crooked and yellowing teeth to stare at his blue eyes. They were the most blue eyes she had ever seen, she mused.

He touched her arm and her forehead before sitting on the chair beside her bed.

Yeren had resud his position at the dark corner, she noticed out of the corner of her eye.

His behaviour puzzled her.

Was he upset she had lost the child? But why? She had never ant to miscarry, had she?

"I was afraid you never wanted to wake up from the look of things. You have been asleep for three days and two nights."

Three days and two nights?

"But never mind that, you should be glad you’re awake now. A lot of people are concerned about your well-being." There was a hidden note in his tone that made her very uncomfortable.

But without allowing her to even process his words, he continued, "In light of what happened, I noticed that your bleeding was very abnormal for a woman that hadn’t suffered any severe physical harm or duress. So I conducted a blood test..." His eyes flicked to where Yeren sat.

He wasn’t looking in their direction, but she knew he was listening.

He was always listening.

"And I found that you must have taken sothing to have provoked the bleeding. Do you know what it was?"

In other words, what did you use to kill your own child.

He thought she did it?

Her gaze shot across the room and landed at the brooding man hidden in the shadows.

Their eyes t briefly before he looked away.

He thought she did it too?

Why would he ever believe she would harm her own child?