Ming Tao's mind was wracking. His heart was racing violently in his chest as the words of the mid wife replayed in his head like a forbidden curse.
He had never been more terrified in his life. He did not want to accept it. He did not want to live through it. The thought of his wife dying in child birth because she wanted to give him a heir was sickening to the bone to Ming Tao.
He knew how much he wanted an heir, he knew how much the people of the tribe longed for true born cheetah cubs who would rule the clan to a new age of prosperity while preserving the clan's life span. . . He fully understood how dire the lack of an heir was to him and the cheetah clan but to him, none of that mattered when it came to the life of his wife.
No one mattered. Ming Tao would rather his entire clan die than allow his wife to die trying to save them all. He did not even want to fathom a life without Mira. He hated that her life was in danger and it was all because she was carrying his child.
