“Fuck,” Doc cursed.
“What’s wrong?” I shrieked and stared down over my convulsing stomach.
“This baby is as stubborn as you are,” Doc gritted his teeth and pressed a hand on top of my stomach as his other felt in between my thighs.
“What’s that supposed to me–” The contraction cut off my question and tears rolled down my cheeks.
“Push,” Doc ordered. “She needs to push, Chance.”
“Koroleva, bare down. Like we practiced.” Chance lent me his strength as he pushed me forward and I followed my instincts.
I lost track of time as Chance soothed me and told me how proud he was of me. And, what had to be hours later, our daughter came screaming into the world. She had lungs and a half on her and even I winced at her cry.
Laughter bubbled up inside of me and out into the room as relief flowed through me. Doc cleaned up our little girl and placed her on my chest. As I held her, he finished up what needed to be done.
When Doc finally walked away shaking his head and muttering about never seeing a birth like it, I looked up at Chance.
His gaze was warm as he looked at me and our daughter where she nursed.
“She’s beautiful,” he spoke softly in awe.
I couldn’t have agreed more. Her hair was as white as snow like mine, but her skin was the sun-warmed tone of her father.
“She’s perfect,” I gushed.
“Have you decided on a name?” Chance asked.
We’d discussed several but none of them had felt quite right. Chance couldn’t remember any of his family and when we married, he’d legally changed his name to Chance Liutik. Dorain Wesley was a name given to him by the man who’d betrayed us both and it wasn’t something we wanted in our lives.
“My mama’s name was Zariyah, could we name her that after her?” As I said the name, the baby’s eyes opened and she turned glowing purple eyes on me.
“Looks like she approves,” Chance chuckled. “I have a feeling she’s going to be as strong-willed as her mama and as amazing as her grandmama.”
Leaning forward, Chance pressed a kiss to Zariyah’s forehead.
“Love you, Zariyah,” he murmured. Then turning his face in my direction, he smiled. “Love you, Koroleva.”
My heart swelled and I felt as if I was going to explode.
“My loves,” I sighed. Content and happy to have my unknown wish answered. I’d always wanted a family; I just didn’t know it would take this form.
~ THE END ~
** The series continues with “Fearless.” **
Part XXVII
Fearless
East Michigan Dark Leopards MC
Michelle Savage
Copyright © 2020 by Michelle Savage
Cover Design by Furious Fotog
All rights reserved
Chapter Three Hundred Thirty
He could feel the cool breeze that brushed along his face. The woods that surrounded him were seen from the sides of his amber colored eyes. He had no thoughts, no worries, no fears. He simply enjoyed the run. The ground was damp from the rain the night before, the soft sounds of the animals in the distance drowned out by his heavy breathing. These were the moments he enjoyed the most, the moments of solitude where he was able to connect to who he really was.
The moonlight shined through the tops of the trees, a full moon with a bright glow that illuminated everything beneath it with an otherworldly hue. The gentle flow of the river yards away could be heard as he sped up. His paws stretched, his sharp claws burrowed into the ground as they pushed off with a powerful burst.
Rian leaped over the large boulder in his path, his speed increasing as his slender frame contracted before a smooth full stretch. He lowered and glided under a tree, the gentle brush of the branch running along his back. His body extended once again before he leaped forward onto the mossy island that sat perched over the flowing river. Lowering down to his stomach, his arms stretched out before him as he closed his eyes. The soothing sound of the water as it flowed over the stones that lined the edge of the river brought him to a place of serenity. Nothing between him and nature, his true home.
Yet, as everything good tends to do, his peaceful moment came to an end with a loud crash in the distance. He shot up, his eyes lifting to the smoke that rose above the tree line ahead of him. Rian made a cautious move from his resting spot, his paws pressed securely into the ground as he took off in a sprint.
He knew the location of the smoke, it had to be the brewery that had opened just six months prior. Owned by none other than Richard ‘Dick’ Billingsworth, he was a business tycoon hell bent on taking over Bel Mar. Rian slowed his sprint, his body lowered to the ground as he glided through the tall grass that stretched along the chain-link fence just on the outside of the property.
“I told you!” The yell of a man’s voice in the distance caused Rian to stop in his tracks, his attention turning to the tall man as he shouted once more. “Get that shit onto the truck or it’s your ass.” Rian remained still, ignoring the outburst as he scanned the surrounding area, making sure the man was the only immediate potential threat.
“We have to get these to Jenkins Street in fifteen minutes. That’s not going to happen if you can’t get these trucks loaded!” The man punched the other across the face without warning, the sound nearly echoing with the force of his rage. “You’re useless.” The man tossed out the parting remark before he walked away. Rian lifted from his stomach, backing slowly from the fence before he sped away.
Billingsworth had been a thorn in the MC's side since he came to town, determined to take the land owned by the club. He had tried every possible angle one could
