#Chapter 90: Worries

Almara I wasn’t sure how she had done it, but the nurse had been able to mimic the sterile, antiseptic scent of a hospital room. The smell seemed to intensify as my contractions grew closer and closer together. The rhythmic tightening of my abdomen was a relentless reminder of the impending moment when life would irrevocably change. The nurse's calm voice sliced through the tension, her words a mixture of reassurance and warning. Active labor loomed, a thundercloud on the horizon, ready to unleash its storm at any given moment. Noah, his face a whirlwind of emotions, stood vigil by my side. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of joy, trepidation, and something much more sinister. He had told me what the vampire council had planned for my daughter, but he’d promised he’d never let that happen. However, looking into his eyes now, I wasn’t so sure. When Noah said he would take back his throne, I hadn’t really thought about the how of it all. I had been hoping it wouldn’t come to