Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle
Chapter 74: Congratulations On Giving Birth To A Bouncing Baby Boy.

Chapter 74: Congratulations On Giving Birth To A Bouncing Baby Boy.

Then, the child let out a wail, sharp and clear filling the room with its powerful cry.

"Congratulations on giving birth to a bouncing baby boy," the red-haired lady said with a deep bow, her voice warm and almost reverent. She stepped forward and gently handed the crying infant to Sorayah, who reluctantly accepted him.

The moment the baby was in her arms, he stopped crying instantly. His tiny fists stilled, and his face softened with a peaceful expression.

"Whoa," the red-haired woman breathed, her smile widening. "He recognizes you as his mother after all."

"I’m not his mother," Sorayah replied sharply, her tone laced with indignation. She stared down at the newborn, confusion flickering in her gaze. "You still have to explain where you got such a cute newborn from, but for now... I’ll act." Her voice dropped, serious and curious. "I deserve some answers after all this drama afterall."

Yet even as she protested, she couldn’t ignore the faint stir of connection in her chest. The way the child nestled into her arms made her grip tighten protectively. Anyone walking into the room in that moment would believe she had just given birth.

"Now, you have to change your outfit before the doctor arrives," the red-haired woman said kindly, her tone softening. She stepped forward and gently took the infant from Sorayah’s arms before she could object.

The moment the infant was removed from Sorayah’s arms, his cries returned, louder and more desperate than before.

Without missing a beat, the red haired began to bathe the baby in a basin of clean water that had been prepared earlier, her movements experienced and careful. She then dressed the newborn in a tiny, white robe, the fabric soft and pristine.

Sorayah furrowed her brows, still puzzled. She couldn’t understand why the woman had stained both her and the baby with that red, blood-like substance earlier if she was only going to clean the child up afterward.

Once the baby was dressed, the woman turned and handed him to Dimitri, who had just finished adjusting his new mask. He stepped forward silently to accept the child, his imposing presence filling the space like a shadow.

As soon as the baby was in Dimitri’s arms, his cries grew more intense, writhing slightly in discomfort.

Well, why wouldn’t he cry? Even a newborn could recognize the danger coiling around a man like Dimitri.

"It’s time to change your outfit too," the red-haired woman said as she moved to a nearby drawer and pulled out a simple green gown. She approached Sorayah with it in hand.

"Why did you stain the baby and me with that red substance," Sorayah asked, finally voicing the question that had been gnawing at her, "only for us to change outfits afterward?" Her brows were drawn in curiosity and a bit of frustration.

"Because we can’t predict when the doctor Liam went to bring might return," the woman explained, her tone calm but brisk. "We had to be prepared for any stage of the performance. He could have walked in at any moment. Anyway, get up. You need to change into this gown as they might get here soon, and I don’t want him checking either you or the baby too closely."

"Okay," Sorayah muttered, rising from the bed without further protest. Her limbs felt heavy, but she moved anyway.

Dimitri respectfully turned his gaze away from the two women, holding the wailing infant in his arms as he attempted to calm him. Despite his cold demeanor, he gently patted the baby’s back in a surprisingly tender gesture but still the infant was still crying.

The red-haired woman helped Sorayah into the green gown, her hands efficient and careful. Once Sorayah was dressed, she lay back down on the bed, her posture now that of an exhausted mother. The baby was handed back to her once more, and like magic, the moment he touched her chest, his cries faded to silence. He nestled against her with a contented sigh and fell asleep within moments.

"Whoa! He stopped crying the moment he was handed to you, like you’re his real mother," the red-haired woman said in surprise, her wide eyes fixed on the now-silent infant in Sorayah’s arms.

The astonishment in her tone only seemed to infuriate Sorayah further.

"I am not his mother!" she snapped, anger etched deeply into her voice. Her arms instinctively tightened around the baby, even as she glared at the woman.

Her old gown, brown, torn, and soaked in the fake blood was tossed to the floor. The bowls containing the red liquid and the napkins soaked within it remained on the nearby table, silent remnants of the strange performance that had just taken place

Bang!

The door to the room suddenly flew open with force, startling all three occupants. Liam stepped in, followed by a middle-aged man carrying a wooden medical box.

"Congratulations on your new bundle of joy," the doctor said with a wide, practiced smile and a respectful bow the moment his gaze landed on Sorayah and the baby in her arms. "I’m glad to see both mother and child are doing well."

"Congratulations, Brother and sister-in-law," Liam added cheerfully, standing near the door with a warm grin. Dimitri gave him a small nod in return, silent but acknowledging.

"Thank you, Doctor," Dimitri said at last, his voice smooth and laced with false warmth. "I’m sorry your journey here might feel wasted. My wife gave birth safely, thanks to the capable assistance of my sister, who is quite knowledgeable in medicine."

"I’m grateful, Doctor," Sorayah added softly, playing her role with expert finesse. Her voice was weak, her breaths shallow, flawless acting. "This is my third pregnancy... I finally gave birth after two painful losses."

"Well, let me at least examine you," the doctor offered kindly, stepping forward with his box in hand. "Just to ensure everything is as it should be."

But before he could get closer, the red-haired woman stepped in his path with a composed expression.

"I’ve already done all that, Doctor," she said, bowing slightly in apology. "There’s no need to trouble yourself further. Both the mother and the child are perfectly fine."

The doctor hesitated but smiled in understanding. "I can see that. Their scent is strong, especially the baby’s. It’s rich with both the mother’s and the father’s scent. I only wanted to do a brief check-up so the trip wouldn’t feel pointless, but it’s alright."

Scent?! I don’t have werewolf scents.

He chuckled lightly, then added, "In any case, I’ll prescribe some supplements for the mother. It’ll help with her recovery."

"Thank you, Doctor. We appreciate your care," Dimitri said, bowing deeply. His gaze then shifted toward Liam, who had remained quiet by the door.

"Liam, follow the doctor to the pharmacy and fetch the prescribed medication."

"Right away, Brother," Liam replied with a bow of his own. He turned to the doctor, gesturing politely. "After you, please."

The doctor nodded and made his way toward the exit, Liam close behind, pulling the door shut behind them.

The moment they were gone, the red-haired woman let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Perfect act," she muttered, clearly impressed. "Now that we’ve completed that scene, it’s time to move into the palace."

But Sorayah wasn’t ready to let the moment pass.

"Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?" she burst out, glaring at both of them. Her voice was sharp and accusing. "I agreed to pretend to be pregnant, but I never thought I’d actually end up holding a baby! Just how many more performances do I have to give?"

"You need to calm down, Sorayah," Dimitri said coldly, his tone devoid of sympathy. "As I’ve told you before, everything will be revealed in time. Your ability to play your part determines whether you live or die."

"Sorayah?!" Jasmine the red-haired woman repeated in shock, turning sharply to Dimitri. "Isn’t that the name of your personal sex slave I heard about? I thought she was someone else entirely!" Her face twisted with confusion and offense. "You brought a sex slave here?! And I was offering her my respect!"

"Calm down, Jasmine," Dimitri interrupted, holding up a hand. "There was no time to explain. We had to act fast."

He turned to her more fully now, his voice returning to a business-like tone. "Anyway, is everything ready? The tools, the people, everything we need?"

"Yes, Your Highness," Jasmine replied, bowing deeply once more. "Everything is in place."

Just then, the baby who had been sleeping peacefully against Sorayah’s chest let out a high-pitched wail, his tiny mouth seeking warmth and nourishment. He began squirming, his cries growing more desperate.

"Now will you please take this baby to his real mother?" Sorayah asked, raising a brow in clear frustration. "He’s obviously hungry. And I still haven’t heard where you got him from."

"You’re his mother for now. Just feed him," Dimitri replied, his voice low and firm, offering no room for argument.

"How?" Sorayah demanded, her expression a mixture of disbelief and anger. "How exactly do you expect me to feed him?"

"With what’s on your chest, of course," Dimitri said at last, his voice a cold whisper as his eyes flicked down toward her flat chest, expression unreadable.

The implication hit Sorayah like a slap. Her eyes widened in utter disbelief, a chill running down her spine.