Reborn to Choose the Wingless Dragon Chapter 07
When I woke, I saw three dark crimson dragonborn eggshells and three newborns curled up in dragon- scale swaddling, sleeping peacefully.
Kade sat at the bedside, gently wiping away the sweat and blood from my body with a warm cloth soaked in hot spring salts. His expression was controlled, but his deep eyes were full of lingering fear.
“You’re awake.” He lowered his head, his lips.
brushing lightly against my forehead, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t do that to me again.”
Just then, through the thick stone wall, came Cecily’s heart–wrenching screams. “I can’t do this anymore!
Get it out! Save me–!”
The panicked voices of the midwife and physician followed: “My lady, open your eyes! Don’t pass out!
Push one more time!”
Kade frowned slightly at the piercing noise and asked the in a low voice, “Is it too loud in here? Should I seal off this stone door? Then we won’t have to hear any of it.”
I looked at him, something tightening in my chest.
In my previous life, after I gave birth, Darius only cared about verifying the bloodline of that so–called heir.
He even had people hold me down in public to draw my blood and examine my eyes, not caring that I was trembling from exhaustion.
But Kade had stayed by my side since my contractions began. He’d rather risk being devoured by dragon vein backlash himself than let me suffer one bit more.
A “I’m fine,” I said, catching my breath and propping myself up. “I want to see what’s happening over there.
This delivery had been unusually smooth. The blood crystal and dragon veins had absorbed most of the pain for me, and the triplets were born almost while I slept.
Kade clearly didn’t want me exposed to that chaos, but he eventually relented.
His fingertip traced through the air, and a layer of dark gold dragon–scale radiance instantly enveloped the entire cradle, sealing our newborns in a protective barrier.
I’ll stay here and watch the children,” he warned in deep voice. “You can only look, don’t get too close- she’s lost her mind right now. She’ll bite.”
walked to the adjacent delivery room. Cecily lay collapsed on the blood–stained bed, having cried herself hoarse. Her swollen belly was covered in dark bluish–black veins–the terrifying marks of severe blood grass backlash.
Darius paced anxiously outside the door, the heavy smell of blood pushing him to the edge of losing control.
Each time Cecily’s eyes rolled back in pain, the midwife would slap her face hard and jab her fingertips with a long needle, barking, “Stay with us! The royal court will verify blood and eyes–you dare pass out now?”
Half an hour later, the thing was finally dragged out. Someone in the room had just exhaled in relief when the atmosphere plummeted into frozen silence.
“This can’t be-!” The midwife screamed after getting a clear look at the infant. “This isn’t the wolf king’s heir! This is… this is corrupted!”
The observing elders and guards erupted in chaos: ” The queen consort birthed a monster!”
leaned in for a look, and ice shot down my spine.
The infant’s skin was covered in mottled, multicolored scales. Four eyeballs were grotesquely crammed onto its face–gold, red, black, and gray.
Its hind legs were completely twisted outward, and there wasn’t a trace of the pure golden iris from the maternal Hawkeye bloodline.
Hearing the commotion, Darius burst through the door. The instant he saw the deformed child, he froze solid. Then violent nausea surged up his throat.
He retched and staggered backward, his voice breaking with horror and disgust: “How dare that thing mine?” you call
But Cecily clutched the monstrosity tightly to her chest, a crazed, obsessive smile spreading across her face.
She let the creature bite through her skin with its sharp teeth and feed, her voice hoarse and grating: ” Weren’t you the one demanding an heir every single day? This is what you forced out of me!”
Darius turned away, gagging, then raised his hand in fury, ready to strike the infant dead where it lay.
My eyes darkened, and I immediately released several black feather shadow threads to block his attack, encircling the infant in a protective barrier.
Cecily laughed coldly, her tragic gaze mocking her husband: “The blood pact has already named you its father. What gives you the right to be disgusted? Darius, what you hate isn’t the child–it’s your own shame being witnessed by the entire clan!”
Before long, the scandal of the wolf royal court producing a monstrosity spread like wildfire.
Allies watching the spectacle refused to acknowledge the creature’s right of succession, and public opinion dredged up the old scandal of Cecily using rapid pregnancy blood grass and bedding other races.
The chief witch healer was summoned urgently. After carefully examining the drooling monster and Cecily‘s rapidly withering organs, her face went grim.
“Given your constitution, you should have birthed a normal child. Unless you ingested poison during pregnancy that forcibly rewrote the bloodline. What did you take? Who gave it to you?”
Cecily’s face went white as bone. Her trembling hand pulled a small glass vial from beneath the sunken pillow. “I drank this…”
The healer uncorked it and sniffed, her expression turning to stone.
“This is rapid pregnancy blood grass laced with forbidden curses! A normal dose would merely speed donception–it would never cause bloodline corruption. Unless you overdosed, or even mixed in Blood essence from other higher races as a catalyst!”
The wolf guards immediately dragged in the black witch’s courier, throwing him to the floor. The delivery room became a public trial chamber on the spot.
The courier collapsed to his knees, tears and snot streaming down his face as he pointed back at her: “I gave you the standard dose! You were the one who forced me to add more!”
Cecily clutched the empty vial, her voice raw and desperate as she shrieked.
“You swore this would catalyze the strongest wolf king bloodline! If one dose could produce an heir, why couldn’t double the amount mixed with blood from a more violent race produce the most powerful offspring?!”
The healer drew in a sharp breath, looking at her like she was already dead.
Utter foolishness. Stacking forbidden compounds only destroys the child’s bloodline completely. It won‘ t give you double the strength–it only turns you into a breeding ground for abominations.”
Standing by the door, listening to this exchange, cold dread crawled through my veins.
Double the strength“… “abnormally fast“…
instinctively pressed my hand against the faintly warm blood crystal at my chest, my mind racing back to my own incredible, nearly painless delivery just moments ago.
If excessive speed and overwhelming power always came with a hidden, deadly price… then what had been done to my triplets–born far too perfectly?
And by whom?