Third Person pov :
The bunker was split into two completely different worlds.
On the bed, there was warm, beautiful life. Aria’s three newborn Alpha Princes were wrapped tightly in soft white blankets, resting safely in the arms of Eleanor and Helen Snow. They were healthy, strong, and glowing with pure magic.
But on the cold concrete floor, there was only cold, dark death.
Dr. Alistair was kneeling over Elara in a panic. The beautiful witch had just given birth, but there was no sound. There was no crying.
The doctor held a tiny, perfectly still baby girl in his shaking hands. The baby was completely pale, almost blue. She was not moving. Her tiny chest was not rising. The heavy dark magic from Malakor’s broken shield had leaked into the room earlier, and the freezing darkness h
