Chapter 394. The Pups Are Mine as Much as Yours

Ann drifted in and out of consciousness. Sometimes she felt heat, sometimes cold, sometimes nothing at all.

She could hear voices around her but they sounded blurred, and she couldn’t tell which were real and which ones only lived in her head.

“Don’t you dare slip,” Maeve growled. “Not you, not the pups. You’re too damn stubborn to quit now. So hold on. Keep breathing. Survive. We need you. Adam needs you. The kingdom needs you.”

Ann tried to answer, but her lips barely moved. Her body stayed heavy, as if she were nailed to the bed.

Healers hovered close to her at all times, their hands never still. Midwives lingered at the edges, their faces drawn as they monitored the babies. They feared the impact of the wound on both her and the unborn babies, and their eyes flicked constantly towards her belly. Every hour they argued in hushed tones. If the strain broke her, what should they do? If the curse lingered, how would they protect the babies? Was that even poss