When Serene’s hand touched Aysling’s abdomen and the latter lowered the protective barrier slightly, she felt it—and her eyes widened in shock.

It was incredibly difficult for their race to conceive. The more powerful the Dragon, the harder it was to have offspring, and this small woman carried her grandchild in her womb.

“She’s pregnant!” she exclaimed to Charlie, her voice filled with a mix of joy and surprise, which quickly turned to panic.

“No, no, no! Our power won’t be enough!” she said to Charlie with a trembling voice. She knew it all too well because, in her past life, she had seen this aggressive poison in Lea’s hands. At the time, she hadn’t known where Lea had gotten it.

This was the same poison that had killed Charlie back then—a Royal Dragon, immensely strong.

What could it do to a small human?

Even if they bled themselves dry, the two of them couldn’t save both the mother and the child.

They had a lot of power, but the cub was the child of a powerful Dragon and demanded