Emma continued, asking, 'Do you have any ideas?' When it came to matters like this, Silas was the expert. After texting him, she sent another to Lucien. 'Lucien, is the battle still going smoothly?' Corvin replied almost instantly, 'Emma, give me a few more days and I'll be done here. I'll be back soon to keep you company. When I'm back, I'll bring you a badass mech, and an airship to go with it.' Reading his message, Emma couldn't help but smile. 'I'll be waiting for you.' Lucien and Silas didn't reply. They were probably still busy. After finishing her messages, she started browsing through her lightcore, shopping for items to decorate rooms for Corvin and Marcus. … By the afternoon, everything she'd ordered had arrived.She tugged Marcus along and started setting up the rooms. The one she arranged for him resembled her own, with warm tones, soft lighting, and cozy details. Corvin's room, on the other hand, gleamed with a sleek, futuristic aesthetic. She even had Marcus use spatial stones to carve out a few extra storage bands—perfect for storing the mechs Corvin built. With Marcus' help, Emma finished decorating both rooms before the evening. Marcus sat in his own room, pulled her into his arms, and murmured, "Ms. Tibarn, would you sleep in my room tonight?" As he spoke, he opened a drawer and pulled out a small box of secret toys he'd hidden away. He took out a silver chain and looped it around his wrist. "Don't you want to tame me?" Emma immediately clamped a hand over his mouth. "Keep your voice down!" You can't just say things like that out loud.Marcus pressed a kiss to her palm. "So, do you want to?" Emma shoved him back onto the bed, fastened the silver chain to the headboard, and lightly bit his throat. "I do." He had asked for it, after all. Just as she reached to unbutton his shirt, a sudden wave of dizziness struck. Her vision blurred, and she collapsed right on top of him. "Ms. Tibarn? What's wrong?" The abrupt change startled Marcus. He sat up at once, scooped her into his arms, and ran out the door. … About ten minutes later, in the premium VIP ward of the Cloudspire Medical Center, the doctor turned to the anxious Marcus and delivered the news with a professional calm after a thorough examination. "Congratulations. Your huntress is pregnant." "What?" Marcus froze, disbelief flashing across his face. "That's impossible. You must have made a mistake."They had bonded, yes, but they'd taken every precaution. The doctor shook his head. "There's no mistake. We used the latest equipment and ran several scans. Based on both data and our experience, your huntress is indeed pregnant." Marcus' jaw tightened. Who the hell slipped up? Emma had said clearly that she didn't want a child. At least not yet. He asked stiffly, "Can you tell what clan the child belongs to?" The doctor sighed and shook his head. "It's too early. Judging from the symptoms, the pregnancy appears to be three to four months along. As for which clan, we can't determine that yet." Three to four months, huh. That timeline made it impossible for Marcus to tell whether the child belonged to him, Edric, or Corvin. All three of their clans had similar gestation lengths. "Thank you," Marcus muttered.… After the doctor left, Marcus sat beside the bed, watching Emma sleep, his nerves wound tight. He thought back to that night. He'd been in heat, yes, but he was still in full control. It couldn't be him—absolutely not. It had to be either Edric or Corvin. Right after receiving the message, Edric rushed into the hospital. Before he could even speak, Marcus told him flatly that she was pregnant. Emma was still unconscious. Edric froze, mind going blank for several seconds. He forced himself to calm down, asking first about her condition. Once he confirmed she was only asleep and otherwise fine, he looked at Marcus uncertainly. "Is… Is it mine?" Marcus shook his head. "It's still too early to tell." Edric let out a long, shaky breath. "It's definitely not me. I took every precaution." There was no way it was him, so he eyed Marcus. "Then, it's between you and Corvin, isn't it?""Impossible for me," Marcus replied, his jaw set. He knew that the child wasn't his because the higher one's rank, the harder it was to conceive. "We'll ask Corvin." Edric pulled up his lightcore and immediately sent a message. 'Emma is pregnant. Is it yours?' D*mn it. Emma had said she didn't want a cub now. What on earth has Corvin done? Corvin, who had just finished installing a beast core and was about to activate his mech, nearly blowing it up when he saw the message. He quickly called Edric on video. Edric stepped out of the ward so as not to wake Emma before answering. The moment the line connected, Corvin's lightcall projection appeared. His clothes were tattered, and his hair was a mess. "Edric, how's Emma? And don't you dare pin this on me. I might not have much experience, but I'm sure that child isn't mine."