Beast King's Crippled Mate-Chapter 276: You don’t believe in your prayers

The past Gale would definitely laugh at his current self for begging to a weak female human. But he couldn’t care less about his title as the Beast King right now.

All he wanted was for his wife to finally admit her mistake, and they could start anew once Matoa gave her a proper diagnosis of her pregnancy.

"Sweetheart, why don’t you ask the cat maids to call me? I will immediately walk into this room while you’re awake if you want me to. Why do you insist on going on with this punishment rather than let go of your pride and talk to me?"

Gale laid on the bed very carefully so as not to wake his beloved. However, seeing how his beloved was in a deep nightmarish sleep, he quickly hugged her from behind to ease her up.

Swan’s breath gradually slowed down, and her nightmare dissipated when she could feel his warmth.

Gale let out a small smile while kissing her hair and her nape. He inhaled the scent around her nape deeply, and just as he expected, the obvious scent of a male cub could be found inside Swan’s body. Gale continued to chat with his sleeping wife, "We’re going to have a male cub, Sweetheart. Do you already have a name for him? I’ve been thinking of a few names. There is this legendary Alpha who protected the Storm Pack named Wynd. We can name our son that. Oh, I also think that we can use my late father’s name, Cloud Stormfront. I have a lot more on my list, but I’m waiting for yours, so we can find a good name for him."

Gale wished that he could talk with his beloved normally again. He didn’t even care about her betrayal all that much now, because he was genuinely craving for her. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

However, that didn’t make him want to kill Rock Silverfang any less. He still wanted that bastard and his little wife, Long Xiurong, dead.

"Just one more week, Sweetheart. If that old doctor still hasn’t arrived in a week, then I will find him myself. I’ll make it quick because I don’t want to leave you for too long," Gale whispered, before closing his eyes.

He didn’t sleep as he didn’t want Swan to wake up seeing him by her side.

But this feeling of embracing his wife was too addictive for him to let go.

*

That night, Swan had such a beautiful dream.

In that dream, she could walk on her two feet around a beautiful garden filled with spring flowers. She was accompanied by her beloved husband, and also a little boy around three years old who had wolf ears and tail.

He looked like the toddler version of Gale. From his hair, his smile, down to his facial features except for his eyes.

This boy had Swan’s blue eyes, instead of Gale’s red.

It was such a beautiful moment, but Swan knew it was all just a dream.

Nevertheless, she still indulged in it, because it might be the only paradise in her world right now.

Swan finally sat on a bench while watching her husband carrying their son on his shoulder, running around the flower garden as the warm sun highlighted the joy on their faces.

"What do you think of this dream, Swan?" Swan turned her head and saw her other half—the Saintess—sitting right next to her. "Don’t you want this kind of life?"

Swan smiled at the Saintess and nodded, "Yes, I want this life. But it’s not possible, right? After all, I don’t think Gale and I can return to how it used to be, and..." Swan looked down to her leg. "... my leg."

"What makes you think this is not possible? You are the Goddess’ daughter," the Saintess replied while smiling at Swan. "All you need to do is to believe in your prayer."

...

Swan was silenced because she knew the Saintess wouldn’t lie to her.

"You don’t believe in any of this, Swan," the Saintess pointed out. "You don’t believe you deserve a good life with your husband. You don’t believe you deserve to have a child. You also don’t believe that you deserve to walk on your two feet."

Swan lowered her head.

She fiddled with her fingers uncomfortably as she admitted that the Saintess was right.

"I don’t know how to cast this doubt aside, Saintess," Swan muttered. "I don’t deserve to have such a good life with him after I betrayed him. I want to give birth to his cub, but at the same time, I pity my child because he would be born without a warm family. I’ve been living as a cripple my whole life, so I can’t even imagine the other way."

"You keep saying I need to believe, but I don’t know how to believe," Swan continued. "Sometimes, I don’t even believe that I deserve to exist."

The Saintess chuckled as if she found Swan’s statement to be funny.

"I-I’m serious, Saintess!"

"And it is seriously funny," Saintess replied with a smile. She gently held Swan’s hand and said, "Look straight to your husband and future child."

Swan followed the instruction from the Saintess.

"Do you think they deserve to be happy?"

Swan nodded.

"Do you want to do anything to make them happy?"

Swan nodded again.

"Then try your best to believe in your prayers, not for your betterment, but for theirs," Saintess said. "You have a kind heart, Swan. But just like other Saintesses before you, self-sacrifice is always necessary to give others what you can’t have."

Swan kept staring at her husband and their future child. Her heart was brimming with both joy and sadness.

"Saintess, what should I do to give them a happy life? My husband has been suffering for so long, and I don’t want my child to suffer in the future as well."

"The answer you seek will find you soon, Swan. However, you need to know it will be painful. So painful that you might want to turn into sea foam and disappear forever," the Saintess solemnly warned. "But they are all necessary to awaken your true gift, and to banish evil from this world."

"Only that way, you can finally give them a good life."