Chapter 130

Valen

POV

The phone temporarily cuts out as it goes through my Bluetooth, and I could hear Everly giving the council a mouthful.

“Valen!” she groans through gritted teeth as pain courses through the bond as I race to get to her.

“Nearly there. Hold on,” I tell her, racing through the streets. This explained why the council cancelled at the last minute, but why was another question? Yet right now, I had a one-track mind: to get to my mate. “Touch me again, and I will gut you!” I hear Everly growl at someone. “Grab my bag! Over there, you twat! Now move! Unless you want to deliver my babies, get out of my way,” she snarls, groaning as another contraction hits her.

I pressed my foot harder on the accelerator when I heard her panting as she breathed through another, and Marcus white-knuckled his seat as we tore around another corner, the car sliding out and narrowly missing some parked cars before pulling it back. “It’s too early! It’s too early, Valen!” I hear Everly cry out. Yet we hoped she would get to this point. Sure we would have preferred her to go full term, but Doc expected this, and Marcus assured me the hospital was getting prepared, and an ambulance was on its way to her. Now, I just needed to get there. Yet as the engine screamed around the next corner. Marcus screamed when we found a roadblock. Cops were everywhere up the main drag blocking both sides of the road, and I saw my father get pulled from a truck while John had his hands in the air.

Both of them are surrounded by the council and half the police force. The car screeches to a stop, and Marcus is thrown forward in his seat as the car comes to an abrupt stop. Then suddenly, all guns were turned and pointed at us. “F*CK!” I curse as the car becomes surrounded. I growl. “Valen? Valen, the ambulance is here. Where are you?” Everly cries as pain ripples through the bond, along with her panic. She was scared, scared she would have to do this on her own, afraid for our babies, and overall, just frightened for herself.