"Push, Roxy!" Kaelen barked, his voice abandoning its usual calm cadence for the sharp, commanding tone of an anxious father of triplets. He was positioned at the foot of the bed, his eyes hyper-focused, his hands completely steady despite the chaotic, deafening environment.
Behind Roxy, Torian's massive arms were wrapped securely under her armpits, holding her upper body at the perfect angle. His chest heaved with every breath she took, his own feral instincts violently protesting his inability to take her pain away.
"I have you," Torian roared over her screams, his deep voice vibrating directly into her spine. "You are doing it, my Queen. You are so incredibly strong. Push!"
