Myra’s POV.
Six months after.
The shrilled cries of the child woke me up, making me groan. Despite being close to me and his mouth attached to my breast, he was still crying.
I patted his shoulders until he calmed down and I heaved a sigh. A year ago, I was under pressure, at the edge of dying but now, I have hopes.
Getting out of the hand of those rogues wasn’t an easy thing but I did it. I fought my way out without giving up and I traveled for days, almost giving up.
But, the goddess had my back. I got a revelation that made me keep up. I told myself that I could do it. I fought off until I reached Midnight Pack.
It was very late in the night, I was tired, worn out, and felt as if I was about to give birth at any moment. The guards could dictate that I was pregnant and they rushed
