I Got Cheated On and Ended Up in A Beast World

"Names?"

"Myself," Alaric answered smoothly, his arms tucked neatly into his expansive sleeves.

"Physician Nessa."

"Physician Corvin."

"And Physician Liora."

Sister Yun offered a rare nod of firm approval, her weathered face breaking into a approving line that smoothed out her stern expression. "Good. No mistakes. None."

Lin Wan, who had been leaning heavily against the dark, polished wooden doorframe listening to their roll call, let out a small, weary breath. The weight of her swollen belly felt particularly heavy today, a constant, dull ache pulling at her lower back.

"That’s a lot of physicians for one single room," she murmured, leaning back just enough to catch Alaric’s eye.

Alaric turned to face her, his tone warm, almost paternal, but threaded with an unyielding sternness. "You’re carrying three precious babies, My Lady. Three heirs to a legacy that spans centuries."

"I know," Lin Wan whispered, running a hand gently over the front of her thick silk robes.

"Then you need three times the usual attention," he countered gently. "No detail is too small. No precaution is excessive."

Lin Wan sighed, taking a slow, cautious step over the threshold. Her body moved with a deliberate rhythm now, each step calculated to keep her balance. "I really don’t like being the center of so much attention."

Sister Yun laughed softly—a low, throaty sound that was as comforting as a crackling hearth fire. Stepping forward, she took Lin Wan gently by the arm, taking on half her weight to guide her inside. "You’ll just have to get used to it for the next few weeks, child. Once those little ones arrive, peace will be a distant memory anyway."

Lin Wan walked slowly into the center of the spacious chamber, her eyes sweeping over the room that was to be her sanctuary—and her battleground.

The chamber was immense, bathed in the soft, golden light streaming through high, arched windows. A massive, comfortably padded bed stood directly in the center of the dark wooden floor, dominating the space. But it was the details beneath that caught her eye. Ancient, protective warding symbols—intricate, interlocking sigils designed to ward off malevolent spirits, block out harsh drafts, and stabilize spiritual energies—had been painstakingly carved into the floorboards around the base of the bed. The grooves hummed with a faint, almost invisible trace of protective magic.

Above, the wide windows were framed by thick, heavy velvet curtains of deep burgundy, drawn back just enough for light, but ready to be pulled closed to shut out the fierce, biting mountain winds that howled across the peaks. Everything in the space had been meticulously designed with a single goal in mind: absolute safety, warmth, and comfort.

Lin Wan walked up to the side of the massive bed, her fingertips brushing against the edge of a soft, finely woven wool blanket.

"This is where..." Her voice trailed off, the words hanging heavy in the warm air.

Alaric nodded gently, his hands still folded in his sleeves, his eyes soft with quiet respect. "Yes, My Lady."

She touched the smooth fabric, her fingers lingering on the weave. Suddenly, a sharp, localized wave of tightness gripped her lower stomach, twisting through her muscles like a tight knot. Lin Wan drew in a sharp, sudden breath, her posture locking rigid as she instinctively cradled her abdomen.

"I think I’m actually scared now," she admitted, her voice barely louder than a whisper, vulnerable and bare.

Sister Yun immediately stepped up beside her, placing a heavy, comforting hand on her shoulder. The solid warmth of the older woman’s touch seemed to anchor Lin Wan against the sudden surge of panic. "That’s perfectly okay, child."

Lin Wan swallowed hard, looking over into the older woman’s steady, unbothered face. "What if something goes wrong during the birth?"

"It won’t."

"But what if..." Lin Wan pressed, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. "What if three is too much? What if..."

Sister Yun didn’t let her finish. She gently took both of Lin Wan’s cold, trembling hands into her own warm, calloused palms, squeezing them firmly until Lin Wan was forced to meet her gaze.

"Then the physicians will handle it. They are the best in the land. They have studied every parchment, prepared every herb, and anticipated every scenario."

"What if they can’t?" Lin Wan’s voice cracked slightly under the weight of her fear.

"Then we will all handle it together," Sister Yun replied, her voice unwavering, rich with an absolute, ironclad certainty. "Every single one of us. No one leaves this room until you and those children are safe."

Lin Wan looked into the older woman’s kind, steady eyes, feeling the sheer strength radiating from her. A slow breath escaped her lips. "You always seem to know exactly what to say to make me feel better."

Sister Yun smiled, her eyes crinkling warmly at the corners, a faint glimmer of humor returning to her expression. "No."

She paused, leaning in just a fraction closer. "I simply know that fear becomes much smaller when you realize you don’t have to face it alone."

Lin Wan gave a slow, deep nod, letting those comforting words settle into the chaotic corners of her heart, smoothing away the sharpest edges of her anxiety.

Later that evening, as deep, suffocating darkness fell over the snow-covered mountains, the temperature outside plummeted. But inside the birthing chamber, the air remained soft and warm.

Cassian entered the room alone.

Lin Wan was sitting on a padded wooden bench beside the heavy curtained window, her silhouette framed by the dark glass. She was watching the cold stars appear one by one in the vast, ink-black sky, her hand resting habitually on the curve of her stomach.

Cassian stopped near the doorway, his tall, imposing figure momentarily frozen as he took in her resting form, illuminated only by the flicker of candlelight. For a moment, the fearsome warlord was just a man looking at the person who held his entire world in her hands.

"You’ve seen the room," he said, his deep voice cutting quietly through the silence.

"Yes."

He walked a few steps closer, his boots making no sound against the wooden floorboards. "Do you hate it?"

She turned her head slowly, smiling faintly at the genuine concern beneath his usual guarded tone. "It’s not the room’s fault that I’m nervous."

Cassian walked closer, his heavy dark cloak swishing softly against the floor until he stood just a few feet away from her bench. The faint scent of pine, winter air, and crisp iron followed him. "Are you frightened?"

Lin Wan looked up at him, casting aside any pretense or pride. She looked straight into his dark eyes. "Yes. I won’t lie to you and pretend I’m brave."

"Good. I prefer the truth from you."

He stood beside her, turning his gaze slightly to look out the narrow window at the quiet, snow-dusted courtyard far below. The silence between them felt thick, pregnant with unspoken thoughts.

"If anything unexpected happens during the birth..." Cassian began, his voice dropping into a register reserved only for absolute gravity.

Lin Wan looked up at his sharp, angular profile, cutting him off before he could voice the dark possibilities. "Nothing will."

Cassian paused, his dark eyes turning back to meet hers. He searched her face for a moment, seeing the quiet resolve burning beneath her exhaustion. Then he gave a single, firm, unyielding nod.

"Nothing will."

She studied his hard, stern features in the dim golden light of the candles—the faint tension around his jaw, the tightness in his shoulders that even his dark cloak couldn’t hide.

"You’re afraid too, aren’t you?"

He didn’t deny it. He didn’t look away, nor did he retreat behind his usual cold, unreadable wall.

"Yes."

That quiet, rare honesty caught her off guard. He was a man who commanded armies, faced down deadly political schemers without blinking, and ruled with an iron fist. He so rarely showed any sign of vulnerability.

"You’ve never said that out loud before," she whispered.

"I’m afraid of losing you," he said, his deep voice dropping to a rough, low whisper that filled the quiet space between them, heavier and more profound than any battle command he had ever uttered.

Lin Wan’s expression softened instantly, her chest tightening with a sudden wave of raw emotion. She reached up, her fingers lightly brushing his sleeve. "And the children?"

"You," he answered without a single second of hesitation or doubt. "The children are part of you. But I cannot lose you."

She looked away, her cheeks warming slightly under the intense sincerity of his gaze as a quiet, heavy moment passed between them. The weight of his love was both a shield and a breathtaking burden.

Then Cassian spoke again, his posture straightening, his voice echoing with absolute, iron authority that left no room for opposition. "Whatever happens outside our borders... I won’t let anyone turn your birth into a battlefield."

Lin Wan looked back at him sharply, her eyes wide in the golden candlelight. "Promise me?"

"I promise you with my life."

She looked at him for a long, quiet moment, searching his eyes until she found the absolute truth resting within them. She nodded softly. "Then I’ll trust you."

Cassian’s harsh, cold eyes softened completely—a transformation reserved exclusively for her—as he looked down at her small frame. "I won’t break that trust."

Outside the heavy, iron-reinforced double doors of the chamber...

Captain Ronan stood guard with ten fully armed, elite men. They were motionless, their hands resting firmly on the pommels of their weapons, their eyes scanning the dimly lit corridor with predatory focus. The entire palace remained locked in a tense, watchful, peaceful quiet—a fortress holding its breath.

Down in the frozen valley below, where the winter wind whipped through the pine trees, the Silver Leopard army remained completely still in their organized camp. Fires crackled quietly between dark tents, but no weapons were sharpened, and no war drums sounded.

Inside his cold, unheated tent, Wang waited silently, his eyes fixed on the flickering flame of a single oil lamp.

High above on the Citadel’s stone balcony, Wei Xiang stood alone in the freezing draft, his long cloak fluttering around his ankles as he stared out into the dark horizon.

Everyone across the mountain territory was waiting for the exact same thing.

They were waiting for the arrival of three tiny children who had already changed the course of two powerful, ancient clans without having taken a single breath of air.

And somewhere far beyond the reach of every guard, every protective magic formation, and every watchful eye...

An uninvited, ancient presence had begun drawing closer and closer to the Citadel. It moved through the shadows of the snowbound peaks, subtle as a whisper, cold as death, and thoroughly undetected.

Lin Wan didn’t know it yet as she gently rested her warm hands on her stomach inside the quiet, velvet-draped chamber.

But the fragile peace everyone had worked so hard to build...

Was rapidly running out of time.

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