Rhys Blackwood took a deep breath to steady himself, knelt on one knee next to Luna Sutton's legs, and carefully lifted her beast skin skirt, so nervous that cold sweat broke out all over him.
"Why are you shaking? Calm down."
Corbin Crowley spotted Rhys's trembling hands and couldn't help but snicker quietly.
Rhys shot him a deadpan look. "Why don't you do it then?"
Corbin's mouth twitched; it's not like he knew how to do any of this.
The last time Luna gave birth, he'd been utterly clueless, just following the midwife's instructions.
Now asking him to deliver a baby? He'd rather be killed.
"Ah—"
Luna screamed in agony, her face turning deathly pale, sweat streaming down her forehead like broken beads.
The hair at her brow was soaked with cold sweat, sticking messily to her white cheeks.
It wasn't that she meant to scream so loudly. It just hurt that bad—like her whole body was being ripped open.
