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During pregnancy, a she-wolf was not allowed to transform. A transformation changed the physique of the expecting mother and might just harm the baby.

Inside its mother’s belly, a werewolf pup behaved precisely like a normal human baby, so pregnant she-wolves typically visit a regular human Ob-Gyn instead of making the long trip to St. Clarence hospital.

From the moment Lillian Woodland stepped into Ronan’s car, Ronan could sense hidden movements around him. Infuriated, he wanted to catch some of the paparazzis to beat them up, but Lillian stopped him.

“We need them to take some pictures and make some news,” Lillian reminded him. “For the show, remember?”

“...”

Ronan thus gritted his teeth and endured the conspicuous camera flashes.

Once they were inside the car, Lillian said, “I need to talk to you. Take the longest detour you can.”

“I thought you had an appointment with your Ob-Gyn?”

.....

“I do, but she is quite flexible. That’s why I chose her.”

Ronan scoffed. That was a rich people’s keyword for “I paid her a lot”.

Nevertheless, Ronan did what Lillian asked for. He drove extra slow on the most crowded street. The luxurious car was trapped in a traffic jam along with many others.

The other car passengers thought that Ronan Silverback was a foolish one, but the man in question simply leaned back and looked at Lillian full of expectations.

“Speak. What news do you have for me?”

“Our nemesis is pushing for things to progress between us.”

Ronan’s fingers curled up into fists on the steering wheel.

“Have I not done enough?” He asked through gritted teeth. “I played along as much as possible.”

“You are giving me flowers for every candy I throw out there. Candies and flowers no longer suffice. We need something more. Something bigger.”

“Like what?”

Lillian bit into her lower lip.

“Can you get your assistant to make a post about the baby?”

Ronan rolled with his eyes.

“My account is reserved for business dealing. I do not post private pictures there. I did not even post about Lucien there!”

“You posted about your upcoming wedding in the official account of Silverback Corporation,” Lillian pointed out.

“Which I did because your crazy fans harmed my mate! Otherwise, I too do not wish to put him out there!”

Lillian swallowed. She was aching to tell Ronan that it was not her “crazy fans” who did it, but her crazy grandmother. Unfortunately, she could not. Not now.

“Fine,” she sighed. “I will post. Ask Milroy to contact me to decide what gift you send me next.”

“Alright.”

While Lillian was busy with her baby, Ronan had his own plan.

He was going to take Lucien to the Werewolf Council to finalize their wedding plan.

In four months, he was going to hold the grandest wedding ceremony in the Holy Temple of Moon Goddess and make Lucien his Luna at last.

Their conversation was over before the traffic jam cleared.

Lillian absent-mindedly stroked her pregnant belly while gazing into the distance.

“Who was it?” Ronan could not help but be curious.

“Who was who?” Lillian asked. This Alpha Ronan must be dumb if he thought that Lillian was going to reveal who the perpetrator was.

“The father of your child?”

Oh.

Lillian’s face turned ashen.

“I do not wish to tell.”

“Ok.”

“...”

“Does he know about the baby?”

Lillian chuckled.

“He does, but he doesn’t know that he’s the father.”

Ronan raised an eyebrow.

“Do you not intend to tell him anything?”

“Do you think that is my priority right now? I need to keep myself and my baby alive for now. Everything else can be discussed later.”

Lillian remembered the time when she came across her lover. The man was shocked at seeing her pregnant belly. Lillian was unable to decipher his gaze. She had to lie, anyway. She could never tell him the truth. Secrets were only safe with those who were buried six feet under ground.

Lucrethia Woodland had a lot of expectations for this baby.

“It better be a boy,” she told Lillian the last time they met. “The Infinite Eclipse Pack is a conventional one. They will not allow she-wolves to rule. Our blood must rule the pack through your son.”

Lillian beamed in agreement on the outside, but she was seething on the inside.

“I hope it’s a girl,” she blurted out in the car.

Not that it was important for Ronan, but it still caused the Alpha to wrinkle his forehead. “Why?”

“Because then the expectation will be less,” Lillian explained. “She-wolves don’t get to rule your pack, do they?”

“Well... It’s not that she-wolves are off-limit to the Alpha position in general. She-wolves are just generally not that ambitious.”

“Oh. So if you have a baby girl, will you consider passing the Alpha throne to her?”

Ronan laughed.

“If Lucien gives birth to a baby girl, I would. Then again, it all comes down to the pup. Unlike you women, we men don’t have a choice. When our fathers pass us the Alpha position, it is not our place to reject it. Women can choose between an Alpha and a Luna position.”

Lillian was not so sure about that.

“Why would a woman choose to be a Luna if she can be an Alpha?”

“That is an odd question. Is it not what most women want?”

Lillian had no answer for that. She only knew that their nemesis, Lucrethia Woodland, wanted to be an Alpha more than anything. After she failed to be one, she ambitiously tried to rule through her hand-picked descendants.

Lillian wanted to put a stop to Lucrethia’s scheming, and smother her blazing ambition once and for all.

“We are here.”

Lillian looked up and saw a bunch of people in front of the hospital building. As expected from a rich celebrity such as herself, Lillian did not go to just any Ob-Gyn but the best one in the most expensive hospital in Pine Groove City, the seat of the Ironclad Claws Pack.

Her fans were waving at her frantically behind a few barricades. Mixed among them were paparazzis who were taking pictures like possessed.

“Show time,” Lillian said with a smile. “Put on your best mask and let’s give them what they want.”