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Chapter 89 - Please stay with me.

The air in the room was heavy, every sound swallowed by the frantic rhythm of Kelvin's heart. Rihanna's grandmother worked swiftly over Dave, her hands firm yet gentle, her expression unreadable. After what felt like an eternity, she lifted her head, her eyes grave.

"You'd all better come back in here," she called.

Kelvin's body moved before his mind caught up. He rushed inside, Valerian and Sebastian trailing close behind. The sight of Dave on the bed made his chest seize all over again — too pale, too still, the bandages already darkening with blood.

The old woman's voice was low but clear. "This isn't just a wound."

Kelvin's stomach dropped. "What do you mean? He was attacked, wasn't he?"

Her gaze flicked from Dave to him, sharp as a blade. "Yes. But there's something else — something that explains why he was targeted in the first place."

Sebastian frowned, arms crossing. "Speak plainly."

The grandmother inhaled deeply before letting the words fall. "He's pregnant."

The room erupted in stunned silence. Valerian's hand flew to his mouth, eyes wide and wet with tears. Sebastian's brows furrowed, disbelief cutting across his features. Kelvin… felt the floor tilt beneath him. His breath hitched, his chest crushing inward like a collapsing star.

"That's… impossible," Sebastian said, his voice sharp, grounding. "He's human. Such a thing cannot—"

"It can," the grandmother interrupted firmly, her tone carrying the weight of certainty. Her eyes, old and knowing, locked on Kelvin. "Because of him."

Kelvin's lips parted, but no sound came out.

"You are no ordinary being," she continued, her voice calm but unyielding. "You carry supernatural powers—mighty ones. You are a mixed hybrid. Part wolf, part vampire. That makes you something rare… something dangerous. And it also means your seed does not abide by the world's rules. Any who share your bed may bear your child — human, witch, or wolf alike. Your seed carries that power."

Valerian let out a soft, broken gasp, his voice trembling. "You mean… Dave—he's carrying Kelvin's child?"

The grandmother nodded slowly. "His body was never meant for this, but the bond between you made him adapt. The more you lay with him, the more it prepared—opening, reshaping, accepting. And now… life has taken root. He has been unconsciously drawing mana from you to keep the baby safe. But because he's human, his body is fragile. It cannot process enough energy to sustain a life that will not be ordinary. And now, because of the attack, he has lost too much strength, too much of what the child feeds on. That is why the condition is critical."

Kelvin stumbled forward, his knees threatening to give way. He stared at Dave's still form, his trembling hand hovering inches above his. "I… I did this?" The words cracked, raw, torn straight from his breaking chest.

The grandmother's face softened but her tone stayed grim. "And because of this attack… the chances of survival have halved. Right now, it's fifty-fifty. Either he lives and the child is lost, or the child clings on and he may pay the price. If his body cannot hold them both… there will be no choice but to abort."

Valerian's tears slipped free, streaking down his face as he moved closer to the bed. His trembling fingers brushed Dave's hand. "This isn't fair," he whispered. "He didn't even know…"

Sebastian's jaw tightened, but his arm instinctively circled Valerian's shoulders, grounding him as his eyes flicked warily to Kelvin.

And then, faintly, as if through the haze of pain, Dave stirred. His lips parted, breath catching the smallest sound. Kelvin leaned in, every muscle straining.

"Dave…" His voice was a broken plea, thick with guilt and fear. "Please—stay with me."

Rihanna's grandmother leaned closer, her palms hovering over his belly as she whispered something under her breath. Then she froze.

Her eyes widened, and she pressed her hand firmly against Dave's stomach. A faint glow pulsed beneath her fingers — soft at first, then sharp, a flicker of unnatural light that made the air vibrate.

Everyone stiffened.

Valerian gasped, clutching Sebastian's arm. "That—was that—?"

"The child," the grandmother breathed, her voice unsteady for the first time. "It's alive. But… it's fighting."

As if in response, Dave's body jerked faintly, his breath hitching. The pulse grew stronger, radiating heat that wasn't his own. Kelvin stumbled forward, his eyes wide in shock.

"What's happening to him?" His voice cracked.

The grandmother's face hardened. "The baby is draining what little strength he has left. It's not just surviving—it's demanding. If this continues…" Her lips pressed into a thin line. "One of them will die."

Sebastian's expression darkened, his hand tightening protectively on Valerian's shoulder. "Then there's no question. The child has to be removed before it kills him."

"No!" Valerian's voice broke out, sharp with panic. Tears blurred his eyes as he shook his head. "You can't—he doesn't even know yet, he doesn't get a choice!" He turned desperately to Kelvin. "You love him. You can't let them take this from him."

Kelvin stood frozen, torn in two. His gaze stayed locked on Dave's pale, trembling form, one hand clutching the edge of the bed as though it anchored him to the world. His throat worked, but no words came.

Sebastian's eyes snapped to him. "Decide, Kelvin. Do you save him now—or risk both their lives" Sebastian was also sad but didn't show it, if this was to be Valerian he'll go crazy also but they have to decide fast.

The room crackled with tension, the faint glow from Dave's belly pulsing like a heartbeat against the silence.

And for the first time, Kelvin realized — his choice might damn him either way.

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