The past Gale would definitely laugh at his current self for begging to a weak female human. But he couldn’t care less about his title as the Beast King right now.
All he wanted was for his wife to finally admit her mistake, and they could start anew once Matoa gave her a proper diagnosis of her pregnancy.
"Sweetheart, why don’t you ask the cat maids to call me? I will immediately walk into this room while you’re awake if you want me to. Why do you insist on going on with this punishment rather than let go of your pride and talk to me?"
Gale laid on the bed very carefully so as not to wake his beloved. However, seeing how his beloved was in a deep nightmarish sleep, he quickly hugged her from behind to ease her up.
Swan’s breath gradually slowed down, and her nightmare dissipated when she could feel his warmth.
Gale let out a small smile while kissing her hair and her nape. He inhaled the scent around her nape deeply, and just as he expected, the obvious scent of a male cub could be found inside Swan’s body. Gale continued to chat with his sleeping wife, "We’re going to have a male cub, Sweetheart. Do you already have a name for him? I’ve been thinking of a few names. There is this legendary Alpha who protected the Storm Pack named Wynd. We can name our son that. Oh, I also think that we can use my late father’s name, Cloud Stormfront. I have a lot more on my list, but I’m waiting for yours, so we can find a good name for him."
Gale wished that he could talk with his beloved normally again. He didn’t even care about her betrayal all that much now, because he was genuinely craving for her.
However, that didn’t make him want to kill Rock Silverfang any less. He still wanted that bastard and his little wife, Long Xiurong, dead.
"Just one more week, Sweetheart. If that old doctor still hasn’t arrived in a week, then I will find him myself. I’ll make it quick because I don’t want to leave you for too long," Gale whispered, before closing his eyes.
He didn’t sleep as he didn’t want Swan to wake up seeing him by her side.
But this feeling of embracing his wife was too addictive for him to let go.
*
That night, Swan had such a beautiful dream.
In that dream, she could walk on her two feet around a beautiful garden filled with spring flowers. She was accompanied by her beloved husband, and also a little boy around three years old who had wolf ears and tail.
He looked like the toddler version of Gale. From his hair, his smile, down to his facial features except for his eyes.
This boy had Swan’s blue eyes, instead of Gale’s red.
It was such a beautiful moment, but Swan knew it was all just a dream.
Nevertheless, she still indulged in it, because it might be the only paradise in her world right now.
Swan finally sat on a bench while watching her husband carrying their son on his shoulder, running around the flower garden as the warm sun highlighted the joy on their faces.
"What do you think of this dream, Swan?" Swan turned her head and saw her other half—the Saintess—sitting right next to her. "Don’t you want this kind of life?"
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