Chapter 7: Noah’s Birth
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Lena’s POV
Pain like I had never known ripped through me, stealing my breath and leaving me gasping.
My body trembled with the effort to keep myself upright, my fingers clawing at the thin, sweat-soaked sheets beneath me.
I had thought I was strong. I had endured heartbreak, rejection, and months of running, surviving off nothing but sheer will.
But this—this was different.
“Breathe, Lena,” Raven commanded, her voice firm yet gentle.
She sat beside me, gripping my hand in a tight hold as another contraction surged through my body.
I let out a strangled cry, my head lolling back against the rough wooden wall of our tiny cabin. “I can’t—” I gasped, chest heaving.
“Yes, you can.” Raven’s grip tightened.
“You’ve fought harder battles than this. You are going to bring this child into the world, and you are going to do it like the warrior you are.”
A warrior.
I had never felt less like one.
Tears blurred my vision as pain pulsed through me again, tearing me apart from the inside.
Sweat dripped down my forehead, my body spent, but I forced myself to keep pushing.
Because this wasn’t just about me.
This was about my child. Killian’s child. The tiny life I had carried for months, the only part of him I refused to let be tainted by his rejection.
The cabin felt too small, the air too thick.
It had been my sanctuary, my hiding place, for nearly a year. The world had forgotten about
Lena Calloway, the Ex-Beta’s daughter, the rejected mate of the Shadowfang Alpha.
Out here, deep in the wilderness, I was just a woman trying to protect her unborn child.
And now, that child was coming.
A primal scream tore from my throat as I gave one final push, every ounce of strength leaving my body in a tidal wave of exhaustion.
And then—
A cry.
Soft at first, then stronger, filling the dimly lit cabin with a sound so powerful it made my chest tighten.
Tears spilled down my cheeks as Raven moved quickly, wrapping the tiny, wriggling form in a thick blanket before placing him in my arms.
A boy.
My son.
My breath caught as I gazed down at him, his small face flushed, his tiny fingers curling instinctively around my own.
He was so small, so fragile—and yet, he was the strongest thing I had ever held.
He blinked up at me, and my heart stopped.
Silver eyes.
Just like his father’s.
A lump formed in my throat as I traced a trembling finger down his soft cheek.
“Noah,” I whispered.
He was perfect.
And he was mine.
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Raven’s POV
I had never seen Lena look so vulnerable.
She had always been tough—too tough for her own good sometimes.
I had watched her learn how to fight, how to mask her pain behind sharp words and a steel spine.
But this—watching her hold her newborn son, tears in her eyes and love written across her face —was something else entirely.
She had done it. She had brought this child into the world alone, with no pack, no Alpha, no protection beyond what little I could offer her.
I sat back, exhaling a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
“He’s beautiful,” I murmured, wiping my blood-stained hands on a cloth.
Lena nodded, unable to tear her gaze away from him. “He’s everything.”
I didn’t doubt that.
But there was no mistaking those silver eyes. No denying the blood that ran through Noah’s veins.
And no matter how much Lena wanted to keep him hidden, the truth was simple.
Killian Blackwood had a son.
And secrets like this never stayed buried for long.
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