The Brave Human Mate

Epilogue

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4 Months Later

There was truly nothing that Alpha Queen Amory could not do, and it was an added bonus that the Royal Prince or Princess was present for each and every meeting in discussing the reformation that the Queen had led.

And gods, Amory had finally started to see the success of her work. It had been a heroic day when the final Bills were passed from the converted Royal Council—A mix-match group of Alphas and Lunas. As well as trustworthy Noblemen and Women—in addition to those on the the Military side of things.
If the topic involved them, at the very least.

There was not a corner left unturned, and while her efforts could be seen in person, Amory had taken to great lengths to send her males out to be her eyes and ears.

Being in the last trimester of her pregnancy, it hadn't allowed her to leave the castle—Hell, she could hardly leave the Royal apartments!

It was a pain to do most of her daily work in the confinements of her private study, but it was the closest to her bed that she didn't mind a short commute, if it could even be called that. 

At the current moment, however, the Healers in charge of the Queen's Treatment plan had decided that within the week that Amory needed to stay on bed rest to ensure that both mother and pups were settling well into the final stages, given that the pups were shifting on their own.

That's right, pups—A blessing that Romulus wasn't too sure as to how his mate would handle it. But the fact that they were this much closer to creating their litter, was all she needed.

Though, as a woman afraid of birth, Amory wasn't sure how to go about this in a calming way. Even now, trapped in a layer of blankets, propped up by pillows, she was swarmed with papers and files that needed her attention.

Yet every minute or so there was a hitch in her breath as the pain started to course through her lower back. It was one thing to keep her emotions away from the Link with her Mate, let alone groan to release the suffering that was only meant to get worse.

"Your majesty?!" Apparently, she hadn't been so secretive with it, and just as she was about to reply, another one coursed through her, right to the hilt of her tolerance. "Gods—Call—Romulus!"

While informal to say the least, whoever it was outside, wolf or human, they knew what her call might mean. And within the next moment, a voice had filled her mind—Though there was no part of her that could focus on it for more than a second.

But she knew it was Romulus. Knew that he was trying to comfort her from her own worries. Yet it made her feel a rush of relaxation when Rom had managed to tug at the Link, alerting her himself that he was on his way.

Through gritted teeth, Amory screamed as she pushed her legs over the edge of her bed, knowing it would be best to walk through the pain. But there was absolutely no sense to the tactic now, not when she could hardly make sense of where the torture started or ended.

"Amory!!" A roar pulsed through the room, and she answered with her own undivided shriek of labor. Yet the moment she pushed forward had all confirmed her suspicion, her water broke and was currently soaking through the bunched-up sheets.

This was not at all the way she wanted Romulus to see her.

Or the amount of tears streaming down her face, instead, he skidded to her side and settled between her parted thighs. "My mate, with ease. All will be settled in a moment. They'll be here soon."
"Damnit, don't remind me there's two right now." She whispered, hoping that her voice hadn't quivered as another pulse shot through, right at the center of her spine.