The doctor had said that it was a miracle he survived, as for regaining his full strength...
It might take years, perhaps even longer.
And now, he was pregnant.
For a female, it's already a huge burden, let alone for a naturally fragile male.
The sound downstairs changed.
The once noisy corridor gradually quieted down.
It was replaced by a low, twisted whimper.
The man's howling gradually turned into a whimpering dog's bark.
That was no longer a sound humans could make.
Heath Langdon held a warm bottle of milk formula, his face ashen.
The steam from the porcelain cup rose in a mist, rendering his eyes blurry.
His fingers trembled slightly, the edges of his nails unhealthy with a bluish-purple hue.
"Female Master... it's time for feeding."
After saying this, he still kept his eyes downcast, not daring to look at Selene Kane's face, only gently placing the cup on the table.
Selene glanced at him.
