Reborn to Marry a Vampire,My Sister and Werewolf Ex Go Mad with Regret Chapter 4

Chloe thought getting pregnant would be simple. Humans and supernaturals were different species; natural conception could take a year or more.

In her last life, she saw how "easily" I got pregnant and just assumed she could do the same. She had already boasted to the entire werewolf pack that she would be pregnant within six months.

Seeing Chloe's confidence, even Marcus believed her without a doubt.

But my calm demeanor must have looked like a challenge to her.

"Whatever, there's no point talking to you about this. You're married into a bankrupt family living in a crumbling castle anyway."

She shot a disdainful look at the Thorne Coven members standing near me and swept past in her gown.

I grabbed her arm, stopping her.

"Chloe. Apologize. Apologize to the Thorne Coven."

Chloe grew furious, yanking her arm away and shouting, "Rebecca, have you lost your mind!"

Our argument in the hall attracted the attention of the remaining guests, who all stopped to watch the show.

In the end, our father had to intervene. After finding out what happened, he forced Chloe to apologize to the Thorne family.

The Thorne Coven might have a low status in the Alliance, but when faced with an insult from a human, the supernaturals would always stick together.

Before she left, Chloe shot me a vicious glare and whispered, "I'm going to win this time, Rebecca."

On our wedding night, I stared as Silas removed his clothes. I was stunned.

...His body was as perfectly sculpted as an ancient Greek statue, utterly flawless.

Seeing me just sitting on the bed, frozen, Silas must have thought I was unwilling. His face paled as he bent to pick up his shirt from the floor.

"What are you doing?"

I snatched the shirt from his hand, my face showing my displeasure.

"I thought… I thought you didn't want to."

Silas stood there awkwardly, naked before the bed, his emerald eyes darkening.

If he wasn't going to make a move, then I would.

I moved forward, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him down onto the soft bed. As my skin met his cool body, I smelled that familiar cold, forest scent again.

"Silas, you smell so good," I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Silas froze for a second, then the tips of his ears turned a faint shade of pink. His kisses suddenly became fierce, trailing from my forehead down my body.

Our fingers interlaced as we surrendered to the moment.

I once thought a strong werewolf would be the best partner.

I never imagined a vampire would be a whole different kind of pleasure. Silas didn't let me sleep until the first light of dawn touched the sky.

Three months later, news came from my father's house: Chloe was pregnant.

I was shocked when I heard it. In thousands of years, no human and supernatural had ever conceived a child in just three months.

If I hadn't seen Chloe's swelling belly with my own eyes, I would never have believed it.

The Blackwood Pack threw a massive celebration for the unborn child, inviting all the great families to offer their congratulations.

"The ancestors of my pack have truly blessed us! An heir in just three months!" Marcus declared, holding his glass high, beaming with pride.

One by one, guests came forward to flatter him. As far as everyone was concerned, the next Alliance leader would undoubtedly come from the werewolf pack. Now was the perfect time to get on their good side.

According to status, Silas and I should have been seated at the very back of the hall.

But Chloe had specifically told Marcus to place me right next to her. She wasn't going to miss this chance to gloat.

She stroked her belly, shooting me a provocative look.

"Sister, it's been three months. Why is your stomach still so flat? I guess that’s what happens when you don’t have pure White family blood. Even your womb is a disappointment."

A mixed-blood child had a unique physiology and only needed two months in the womb to be born.

By my calculations, her due date was sometime next month.

Chloe had already gained a lot of weight, and her belly was huge.

She didn't realize that mixed-blood babies were naturally large. If she didn't control her diet now, the birth would be hell.

In my last life, I tried my best to manage my weight, but it still took a full day and night of labor to give birth. The pain was so intense I almost wanted to die.

But when I saw my healthy baby sleeping in my arms, I didn't regret a thing.

I took a sip of wine and said coolly, "The shortest pregnancy in recorded history was still a year. You managed it in just three months. Only you know what kind of tricks you used to make that happen."

Chloe's head snapped toward me, her eyes flashing with guilt.

"Rebecca, what are you trying to say?"

Just a little push and she was already panicking. Chloe was still so easy to read.

"I wish you a smooth delivery."

I raised my glass to her, then went to find Silas, and we left together.

A month later, it took Chloe three full days and nights of labor to finally give birth.

But a week passed, and the Blackwood Pack never announced the birth of the child. They even turned our father away when he went to visit Chloe.

Something was definitely wrong with that baby.