Dax entered first, Malakai close behind, both tense and charged from the alarm.
“The birth medic is on her way,” Dax said.
His gaze swept over Leena before moving to the unconscious woman still twisting weakly beneath the sheets.
Rhen’s voice sharpened.
“Get her out. Now.”
Dax and Malakai moved without hesitation. They lifted the woman with controlled precision, supporting her head and keeping the human body still while it remained trapped in transition.
They carried her into the adjoining warded suite.
The door closed heavily behind them.
With the bed clear, Sule and Rhen lifted Leena onto the mattress. Rhen supported her shoulders while Sule positioned himself beside her.
Another contraction seized her before they had settled her fully.
Leena screamed.
Her fingers found Rhen’s shirt again and closed around it with desperate strength.
“I’m here,” he said, cupping the side of her face long enough to bring her focus back to him. “Stay with us.”
Sule remained pressed close to her other side, his jaw clenched, one hand locked around hers.
Rhen could feel the king’s fear in every rigid movement.
Leena’s strength faltered.
Still, she reached for both of them.
Still, she held on.
“I’m not leaving you,” Sule said, his voice breaking against her hair. “Not for a second.”
Leena opened her eyes.
“I know.”
The words struck Rhen harder than they should have.
He adjusted his hold as another tremor ran through her.
Sule’s gaze met his over the crown of her head.
Rhen knew what Sule saw.
Fear.
Not the wild panic of prey.
The cold kind that closed around the throat when the person a male would die for might not survive.
“Where the fuck is that medic?” Rhen demanded.
“She is coming,” Sule said. “Keep Leena steady.”
