My Beastly Fertility System Chapter 110: You Ate Them?

After finishing the bowl of meat soup, Claire felt like she had come back to life!

She touched her stomach, then suddenly cried out.

"My babies! Where are my beastlings?!"

Her belly was flat, and that's when it hit her. She had already given birth to her second litter.

But now, there wasn't a single youngling in the cave.

From her last experience, they should've been crying from hunger by now!

Eira's hand trembled as she took the bowl. Jeffrey shot her a vicious glare, and she quickly stepped back.

A bad feeling rose in Claire's chest. She grabbed Jeffrey by the collar of his fur tunic and asked anxiously, "Where did you take them? Give them back! I was in so much pain I thought I'd die, but I remember—I had 25 eggs and one little fox cub!"

Jeffrey narrowed his eyes at her sudden outburst, his mood turning sour.

Seeing him stay silent, Claire became even more convinced he was hiding something. She raised her voice. "Say something! Are you guilty or what, Jeffrey?! What did you do to them?!

"They're so small. They need their mother! Give them back to me, and I'll do whatever you want!

"Please..."

Claire was starting to break down, too afraid to even imagine what might've happened to them.

Jeffrey, annoyed by the noise, shoved her aside with one hand.

Claire collapsed weakly against the edge of the bed and heard his heartless voice.

"Hmph. Them? I swallowed them. Twenty-five bird eggs. I figured they were that stupid bird's beastlings. Not gonna lie, they tasted pretty good. A little small, though. They didn't even get stuck in my teeth."

Claire's heart plummeted. Tears streamed down her face as all her strength drained away. She helplessly looked up at Jeffrey, wanting confirmation.

"Are you... are you serious?"

"Of course."

"You ate them all?"

"Why would I lie to you? Female, this is just a small lesson! If you try to run again, I'll go and kill every last one of your beastlings. I know exactly where they are."

Jeffrey snorted. Seeing the despair in Claire's eyes, a flicker of hesitation crossed his face. In the end, he forced himself to look away, unable to meet her gaze.

Claire's last bit of hope was shattered. She collapsed onto the soft furs, her whole body turning cold, trembling uncontrollably.

"You're lying! You have to be lying, right? Jeffrey, you..."

"Oh, I almost forgot. That last little fox cub was really cute. Soft and tender. Even at the end, she was crying out for you. Guess she thought you would come save her."

Jeffrey was getting more worked up by the second, licking his lips as if he were savoring the memory.

"Monster! I'll kill you!" Claire shouted and lunged at him without thinking.

Jeffrey instinctively reached out to catch her, pulling her right into his arms.

Claire clenched her fists and pounded against his chest. But after giving birth, she was so weak she barely had any strength left.

Jeffrey felt the barely-there punches and let her keep going. Then he said coldly, "No matter how crazy you act, those younglings aren't coming back. You'd better think about how to protect the ones you still have. You know I mean what I say."

Claire kept crying and beating at him until her limp body slowly slid down to the ground.

"My babies... I couldn't protect you..."

She blamed herself. If only she had escaped that hellhole sooner, her children wouldn't have died so early.

If she had pushed a little harder during labor and stayed conscious, maybe she could've saved them from Jeffrey's mouth!

But Jeffrey was the absolute worst!

It all made sense now. The only reason he hadn't touched her younglings yet was that he was waiting for them to be born. That way, he could satisfy his sick appetite while dealing her the most devastating blow possible.

Bastard!

Claire's shoulders shook violently as she cried, burying her face in her knees, wrapping her arms around herself.

In that moment, her nightmare had become reality!

She had lost her children!

She remembered a dream she'd had once.

In the dream, everything was dark. She sat on the ground, holding a lifeless child in her arms. Around her stood shadowy figures, whispering cold, indifferent words.

She rocked the child gently, humming a lullaby, tear stains still on her face, focused only on the baby in her arms.

"Baby, I'll protect you... Go to sleep..."

She ignored the scorn and the stares. She just kept stubbornly singing to her dead child.

She was overwhelmed by a suffocating despair.

Except this time, she couldn't even hold her newborns!

There was nothing left of them!

How dare Jeffrey...

The overwhelming hatred made Claire bite down on her lip until she tasted the metallic taste of blood. A healing pill appeared between her fingers. She swallowed it along with the blood.