The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 429 - 323: The Unexpected (Part 2)

"Waaaah—"

"It’s out, it’s out, it’s a little wolf cub."

Rhys Blackwood swiftly and steadily pulled out the wet, bloodstained little creature, wiped it clean with warm animal hide, then neatly cut the umbilical cord.

This was clearly Malachi Arcanus’s offspring.

He gently wrapped the newborn wolf cub in a clean animal hide and handed it to Malachi Arcanus standing beside him.

"It’s my cub."

Malachi Arcanus received his own blood-linked cub with trembling hands. The small black wolf cub, covered in vernix, appeared exceptionally fragile in his rough hands.

His eyes immediately turned red, too moved to speak, awkwardly using his face to nuzzle the tiny body.

But then, remembering how Luna had suffered excruciating pain to give birth to this little cub, anger surged in him once more.

"Alright, I won’t beat you just after you’re born. I’ll teach you a good lesson when you grow up."

Just a second ago, Malachi Arcanus’s face was full of tenderness, but in the blink of an eye, he was gruffly scolding.

This made everyone feel both like laughing and crying.

Kian Sterling, Zeke Veridian, Soren Phoenix, and Mael Valerius were intensely envious, but they knew better than to say anything sour at this moment.

Luna still had more left in her belly.

"Uh... it hurts so much, it’s happening again."

Luna Sutton gasped for air, the intense pain unrelenting.

"The second, another wolf cub, a red one."

Rhys Blackwood’s voice echoed again.

This time, Zeke Veridian swiftly caught the second cub, thinking it was his, only to find it was yet another belonging to that brute Malachi Arcanus, making his face turn green with frustration.

Malachi Arcanus was grinning ear to ear, completely oblivious to Zeke Veridian’s darkened expression, foolishly checking if Luna Sutton had any cubs left.

"There’s more, there’s more, I see feet, this time it’s a little fox."

Rhys Blackwood said with a complicated expression.

Hearing it was a little fox, Luna Sutton was bewildered. Didn’t the system fail to sense any fox’s breath back then?

How could a fox cub be born?

Maybe there wasn’t enough time back then to detect it.

That must be it.

With so many in one go, it’s only natural that some could be missed.

Kian Sterling became instantly excited, too overwhelmed to know what to do with his hands or feet, completely not having expected to have one of his own, truly living up to that old saying: luck was on his side.

With Luna Sutton’s scream of agony, the third little beast emerged—a fiery red little fox, born as a Nine-Tails, with a red flame mark on its forehead.

Kian Sterling instantly rushed over, gingerly receiving the red little fox, checking under its belly, and finding it was female, leaving him momentarily stunned.

He was wildly happy, his beautiful fox-like eyes filled with tenderness and love, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.

His internal gloom dissipated considerably; a female cub was much rarer than a male.

However, he still wished for a male cub, one to protect his sister, and someone to inherit the Beast King City.

Of course, obtaining a female cub was already extremely gratifying, beyond his expectations.

Luna Sutton caught her breath, but the intense pain in her abdomen suddenly changed its rhythm, no longer descending, but as if something was rolling out.

She had felt this sensation before, like when she gave birth to snake eggs.

There must be either a Phoenix Egg or a Dragon Egg inside her.

Thinking about the typically large size of Dragon Eggs, she couldn’t help but feel afraid, not knowing how much pain awaited.

She gritted her teeth, enduring, pushing with all her might time and again.

Indeed, a smooth, warm-red egg slid out.

Rhys Blackwood carefully caught it, "It’s a Phoenix Egg."

There was no need to say it was Soren Phoenix’s.

"My egg~"

Soren Phoenix’s voice was altered with a sob, as he rushed over, cautiously taking the still-warm, moist Phoenix Egg from Rhys Blackwood’s hands.

The eggshell was a smooth jade white, with a faint red glow from within, as if flames were flowing inside.

His hands trembled with excitement, cradling it like a treasure, his bright peach blossom eyes shining astonishingly.

Soon after, the second and third Phoenix Eggs were born in succession.

Soren Phoenix was flustered, wishing he had three heads and six arms, carefully gathering the three precious eggs into his embrace, his face foolish but deeply content with a smile.

"Is it over?"

Zeke Veridian asked in a low voice, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He felt a bit disappointed; even the old fox had one, but he didn’t.

He knew his body was fine; could it be that he was infertile?

Such a possibility left him in dismay.

Rhys Blackwood checked carefully, his brows furrowing slightly: "Wait... there’s more..."

At that moment, Luna Sutton’s body suddenly stiffened, a more intense feeling of pressure enveloped her.

"Ah... there’s more!"

She cried out in agony, this time feeling different, with an indescribable weight and... a faint trace of dragon majesty?

Rhys Blackwood’s gaze fixed intensely, fully focused.

Not long after.

Two eggs, slightly larger than the Phoenix Eggs, covered with intricate dark golden dragon patterns, slowly emerged.

Dragon Eggs!

The cave fell silent, only the crackling of the fire and the light sound of the Dragon Eggs landing in Rhys Blackwood’s hands could be heard.

All eyes focused intently on those two eggs, exuding a faint yet unmistakable dragon majesty, covered with dark golden dragon patterns.

Then they quickly turned to Mael Valerius, half-kneeling beside Luna Sutton.

Sure enough, it was this madman’s offspring.

Zeke Veridian was enviously crying; even the Mad Dragon had cubs, only he did not.

He increasingly suspected he might be infertile.

No way, he had to seek out The Old Shaman to thoroughly check the situation.

Mael Valerius was frozen in place.

His golden eyes contracted to the fullest, staring fixedly at the two eggs belonging to The Dragon Clan in Rhys Blackwood’s hands.

A surge of deep, primal excitation and resonance from his bloodline, like a roaring tide, instantly overwhelmed him.

That was an undeniable, irresistible call—those were his bloodline! His offspring.

His mind went blank, the lost memories still hazy.

But his body’s instincts, the roar of his bloodline, spoke clearer than any words: these two children were his! They were jointly conceived with the woman in front of him, who was nearly exhausted from pain, had once had her mate bond with him broken, and suffered deeply because of him.

Shock, confusion, disbelief all transformed into a sharp, almost tearing pain and a sense of profound absurdity.

He opened his mouth, yet his throat felt clogged, unable to produce a sound, only tightening his hold on Luna Sutton’s hand, gripping it so hard that his knuckles turned white.

After a long time.

Finally, Mael Valerius spoke, his voice hoarse: "Luna, let’s reconcile, even if just for the children, give me a chance, will you?"