My Billionaire king 290

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Chapter 290

-Ava’s POV-

“Get them out of me!” I screamed, gripping the sides of the hospital bed so tightly my nails threatened to tear through the fabric. I was done. I didn’t care about breathing techniques, controlled pushing, or whatever useless advice these doctors kept spewing at me. I wanted my babies out—now.

“I need you to breathe-”

“Oh, shut up about breathing before I stop you from breathing!” I snapped at Dr. Monroe, my voice hoarse from hours of

labor.

She exhaled sharply, stepping back with her hands raised. “Okay, okay. I hear you.”

A fresh wave of pain crashed over me, stealing my breath, and I barely managed to whimper, “I swear I’ll be nice from now on. I promise. All those things I said in Italian and Spanish? They were nice things. I swear. Just–please get them out.”

Dr. Monroe pressed her lips together, glancing at the other doctors in the room. Something unspoken passed between them, a silent message that made my stomach plummet.

Another contraction ripped through me, and I screamed, tears burning my eyes.

“Ava, you need to-”

My wolf surged forward, my canines sharpening as I growled, “If you tell me to calm down one more time, I swear to the Moon, I will-”

Another contraction. Another scream.

And this time, I didn’t hold back the tears. My body was on fire, pain thrumming through every inch of me, and nothing- nothing–was happening.

I sagged against the pillows, exhausted, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that, Dr. Monroe. Please, just… just get them out of me.”

Dr. Monroe hesitated, her throat bobbing as she shook her head. “Ava, we’re trying. But your body isn’t responding the way it should. You’re not pushing them out naturally, our anesthesia isn’t keeping you unconscious, and-” She paused, exchanging another unreadable glance with her team.

“And what?” I rasped, suddenly feeling cold despite the sweat drenching my skin.

Her hesitation made my heart stop.

Dr. Monroe took a slow breath before finally saying it:

“We wanted to try a C–section, Ava. But every time we make an incision, your body heals before we can even finish the cut.”

I blinked, trying to process what she had just said. My head shook slightly, almost instinctively rejecting it, “So… so what? You’re saying I have to live with them inside me forever?” My voice cracked at the end, hysteria creeping in.

“I don’t know what’s causing it,” Dr. Monroe admitted, “But it’s like your body is refusing to let them out.”

I let out a strangled laugh–short, humorless, bordering on unhinged, “Oh, perfect.” Then I sucked in a sharp brea. voice shaking, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, I just—”

my

She was already backing away, murmuring something to another doctor. A man I didn’t recognize. His hesitant posture made it clear he was reluctant to come anywhere near me, which, honestly? Fair.

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My parents had made sure the hospital was only staffed with werewolves or humans fully aware of our existence today, but even still… whatever was happening to me wasn’t normal

I glanced down at my swollen belly, my hands trembling as I placed them over the curve.

“Come on,” I whispered desperately, “Please. Just come out.”

I didn’t even know what I was saying anymore. I was begging my own body, my own children, to just let go.

The door opened suddenly, and Dr. Monroe stepped back inside–this time, with Grayson reluctantly following behind her.

The moment I saw him, something snapped in me.

I glared, “No. Get out. He did this to me. Make him leave.”

Dr. Monroe sighed, rubbing her temples. Grayson, however, didn’t listen. He stepped closer, completely unfazed by the rage burning in my eyes.

Instead of leaving, he brushed the damp hair from my face, his hand surprisingly gentle despite the raw unease radiating from him.

“Don’t touch me,” I bit out, my voice wobbling.

But instead of backing off, he murmured something low–something that normally I would have considered really sweet of I didn’t want ri stab him for doing this to me but I didn’t want him to again and the thought of it only made me cry harder, “I just want them out.”

Dr. Monroe exhaled, motioning to the nurses, “We’re going to try pushing again.”

I whined at that, shaking my head furiously, “Didn’t you just say I’m blocked?”

“We still have to try,” She said, her voice firm.

I groaned, tossing my head back, “I wish I had been blocked when he was sticking them in there.”

Grayson only smirked–the bastard–and murmured, “I’ve never loved you more.”

I turned my head just to glare at him and then, another contraction hit, and I screamed again.

I clenched my teeth, bearing down with everything I had, my body shaking with the effort but it was still nothing. No movement. No progress. Just the same unbearable pressure, the same soul–crushing pain, and the same awful reality that my babies weren’t coming out.

My breath hitched as I let out a frustrated sob, “It’s not working!”

Dr. Monroe’s expression was tight, her worry barely concealed behind her calm exterior, “Keep trying, Ava. We’re so close. Just-”

“Close to what?” I cried out, thrashing my head against the pillows. “They won’t come out! I can’t keep doing this—I can’t!”

“Ava-”

“Get them out!”

Grayson’s hand found mine, his grip firm and grounding, “You can do this.”

I turned my head sharply to glare at him again, but before I could unleash another string of curses, he did something that made my entire body freeze.

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He squeezed my hand.

A simple touch. A meaningless gesture. But the moment he did, something shifted deep inside me.

My eyes widened, a gasp choking in my throat as a strange sensation rippled through my stomach. It was subtle at first- almost like a flutter–but then it turned into a slow, rolling shift.

“What was that?” I breathed.

Grayson frowned, “What was what?”

I turned to him, eyes wild, “Do it again.”

“What?”

“Do it again!”

Hesitantly, he squeezed my hand once more–this time, a little firmer. And just like before, something moved inside me.

Then, a contraction slammed into me like a wrecking ball.

I screamed, my entire body tensing as a wave of pain tore through me.

Dr. Monroe’s eyes snapped up, her expression shifting.

“I see a head!” She gasped.

The room sprang into motion, nurses rushing around me, voices overlapping as they scrambled to assist. But all I could focus on was pushing. The pain didn’t matter. The exhaustion didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except getting my babies out.

I bore down with everything I had left, gripping Grayson’s hand like it was the only thing anchoring me to reality.

“That’s it, Ava! One more big push!” Dr. Monroe urged.

I screamed through clenched teeth, every muscle in my body straining.

And then–suddenly–the pressure released.

A sharp cry pierced the air.

My head fell back against the pillows, my chest heaving, my body trembling.

The world blurred for a moment, my mind spinning, but then-

“It’s a girl!”

My vision cleared just in time to see Dr. Monroe holding a tiny, squirming, beautiful baby in her hands.

Tears burned in my eyes as I gasped out a shaky breath, “Is she okay?”

“She’s perfect.”

But I barely had time to process it before another contraction ripped through me.

My stomach clenched, the pain just as intense as before.

“The second one is coming!” Dr. Monroe said urgently.

I had no time to recover, no time to think–only push.

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1 squeezed Grayson’s hand again, letting out a raw, guttural scream as I pushed with everything I had left.

It happened so fast.

One final push.

Ne

Another cry louder this time, stronger.

“It’s a boy!”

The relief was instant. My body sagged against the mattress, my chest rising and falling in deep, shaky breaths.

But then the air in the room changed.

A strange, powerful energy filled the space, thick and heavy like a storm about to break.

The lights flickered. The air hummed. A deep, primal force rippled through the room, sending a shiver down my spine.

Everyone felt it.

Dr. Monroe’s hands trembled slightly as she passed off the babies to be cleaned and checked. The nurses exchanged wary glances. Even Grayson stiffened beside me, his entire body coiled like a predator sensing a threat.

“What was that?” One of the nurses whispered.

I swallowed hard, my heartbeat still racing, my exhausted body barely able to process what had just happened.

My babies weren’t just born.

Something had changed.

The weight of it pressed against my chest, an unspoken understanding settling deep within my bones.

But I didn’t have the strength to figure it out. Not now.

All I could do was cry–pure, unfiltered relief washing over me.

I turned to Grayson, my vision blurred with exhaustion and tears. “I’m sorry,” I choked out between ragged breaths.

He frowned, brows pulling together, “For what?”

“For-“I let out a weak laugh, shaking my head, “For yelling. And threatening you. And-“I sniffled. “And for saying I regretted it.”

I gave him a watery smile and whispered, “It was really great sex.”

He laughed, deep and husky, his shoulders shaking slightly then, he murmured, “I know.”

I rolled my eyes, but my attention quickly snapped back to the babies–the tiny, perfect beings now wrapped in soft blankets.,

Dr. Monroe and the male doctor approached, each holding one of them.

“Do you want to hold them?” Dr. Monroe asked gently.

My breath hitched. My throat tightened but I stretched out my hands immediately.

The male doctor handed me my daughter first, and the moment she was in my arms, something inside me clicked.

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My heart pieered, my vision going blurry as I stared down at her delicate little face.

She was hewitt.

Grayson, however, we frozen

The other doctor hesitated before gently placing our son in his arms, but Grayson just stood there–staring at the tiny baby as if he wasn’t oprite sure what to do.

The Monroe’s voice was soft, “Have you decided on names?”

1 looked down at my daughter and we hadn’t decided but the name that came to my mind at that moment felt right, “Aria Blackwood, 1 whispered.

Silence

1 felt Grayson’s eyes on me before I even turned to look at him. His expression was unreadable. Shocked. Something else. Because he knew exactly what that name meant.

It was his mother’s name.

Dr. Monroe smiled. It suits her.” Then she turned to Grayson. “And what about him?”

1 shifted my gaze to our son–the tiny little boy in Grayson’s arms.

He was so small–and Grayson was holding him like he was afraid to let him go.

I smiled softly, “We… haven’t decided yet?

He looked down at me, his expression still searching for the right way to convey everything he felt. But he didn’t need words -his eyes said it all. And where they fell short, he let me feel it instead. The quiet, overwhelming happiness. The gratitude. The disbelief that something so small, so fragile, could be ours.

His voice was barely more than a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the moment, “We really made two of them.”

A soft, tired smile tugged at my lips, warmth spreading through me as everything that had once felt uncertain now settled into something undeniably right.