Chapter Thirty Five
Something that needed to be celebrated.
Maddox come to the door with worried eyes.
He had come to his wife and checked on her, feeling their skin buzz upon having only to touch her. A small smile escaped his lips when she saw him, her face was clearly exhausted to what she had done. Everyone was killed as the others had run away—he had cleared everyone who will pose a threat to her.
“Sweetheart, you did it.” He muttered, fluttering soft kiss in her cheeks.
She nodded. “She is beautiful, Maddox.”
As if on cue, a small cry erupted on the room. He had whipped his head back to look at the noise and felt like his world felt vulnerable in having to see a small child in the hands of the beta female. She smiled, carefully walking before the man and off
