Pregnant and Mated to Three Kings

The Meeting

Ulric Bloodfang, The Lycan King

The Lycan Convoy rumbled through the streets with a thunderous roar, a parade of vehicles emblazoned with the insignia of the Bloodfangs.

As we approached the town hall, the gathering crowd parted, their eyes wide with curiosity and perhaps a hint of apprehension. Humans stood side by side, drawn by our arrival, their whispers mingling in the air.

As I stared, I noticed the similarities between us and them, despite our obvious differences. Both species walked on two legs, bore the weight of life's burdens on our shoulders, yet there was a contrast in our destinies.

While humans lived in the realm of mortals, bound by the constraints of time and mortality, Lycans possessed the innate ability to transform, to transcend the limitations of flesh and blood.

I did not harbor any animosity toward them; it was simply beyond my comprehension to imagine life tethered to mortality. The very notion of fleeting existence felt foreign to my immortal soul. Yet, here I was in Meadow Brook, drawn by the inexorable pull of the mate bond, stemming from a human.

The realization that my mate was human only added to the complexity of my emotions. It was a revelation that intrigued me, challenging the very fabric of my existence. But as I pushed aside these contemplations, my senses were suddenly overwhelmed by the scent of my mate.

With each breath, her essence enveloped me, stirring a primal longing and desire within my heart. Despite our initial encounter at the Treaty Ball, where I had dismissed her as yet another fleeting dalliance, I now found myself consumed by an unquenchable yearning to be near her once more.

"We have arrived, my King." Garrett opened the car door and bowed before me, his words pulling me from my reverie.

I took a deep breath and stepped out into the world beyond.

Outside the confines of the car, the scent enveloped me like a dense fog, swirling around me with an irresistible allure. It was heady, intoxicating, each inhalation sending a surge of desire coursing through my veins. With every breath, the pull to tear through the building and find my mate grew stronger, a relentless urge that pulsed with every beat of my heart.

I stood upon the pavement, surrounded by the murmurs of the curious onlookers, their voices blending into a collective hum. I paid them little heed. Their words washed over me like a distant echo, insignificant against the backdrop of my singular focus.

"That's the Lycan King."

"What is he doing here?"

"He's so hot, I'd do him," their whispers fluttered through the air.

"Look at that bulge."

Turning to Garrett, I exchanged a silent nod. With a gesture, he indicated for the guards to follow me as I made my way toward the entrance of the town hall. Each step forward brought me closer to the source of the alluring scent, the anticipation building with every stride.

As Garrett ascended the short flight of stairs toward the closed door of the clinic portion of the town hall, a sudden murmur rippled through the crowd, followed by a collective gasp.

My attention snapped away from the building just in time to witness another convoy of cars pulling into the lot. My brows furrowed as I caught sight of the unmistakable insignia adorning the lead car of the newly arrived convoy: a grim depiction of teeth, skull, and black roses—the emblem of the Nevermore clan.

"What are the vampires doing here?" I mused aloud.

Garrett and the rest of my guard were quick to react, mobilizing to assess the situation.

Through the telepathic link shared among Lycans, one of the marshals confirmed to me the presence of the Vampire King, Damien Nevermore, among the newcomers. A deep-seated animosity stirred within me at the mere thought of him, fueling the fires of resentment that simmered between our kind.

As Damien alighted from his car, his pale complexion stark against the backdrop of the night, A surge of anger rose within me. His dark hair framed his face like a sinister halo, and though he wore an air of calculated composure, I could see the underlying menace in his gaze. Our races had been locked in a bitter struggle for millennia, and the Treaty between our kind did little to quell the deep-seated animosity that festered between us.

Our eyes locked across the expanse of the lot, and for a moment, confusion flickered across Damien's features before he swiftly masked it with a menacing smirk. With deliberate intent, he bared his fangs in a taunting smile, a silent challenge that reignited the flames of hatred within me.

"Bloodsucker," I muttered under my breath, my voice laced with contempt as I returned his gaze with a steely glare. I knew he heard me.

Damien advanced toward me. His movements possessed an eerie grace, reminiscent of a specter haunting the night. He and his retinue were adorned in attire that seemed plucked from the annals of ancient royalty. With each step, they glided through the air like ghosts.

As they drew nearer, the tension in the air crackled, and my Kingsguard instinctively moved to form a protective circle around me, their low growls rumbling like thunder.

"What brings the Vampire King to this human town?" I questioned as Nevermore neared.

"I could ask you the same, Bloodfang." Damien's smirk widened, a glint of amusement dancing in his dark eyes.

"I'm here on official business," I replied coolly, my gaze unwavering as I held his. "Unlike some, I don't make a habit of prowling where I don't belong."

Damien's smile widened, a gleam of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Ah, but where's the adventure in that?" he countered, his voice honeyed with malice. "After all, a little excursion beyond our borders keeps life interesting, don't you think?"

I scoffed. "I asked you a question, vampire. What brings you here?"

"None of your business, mutt." He then stared Garrett down. "Your dog is breathing on my neck. Would you be so kind to put him on his leash?"

I bristled at his mockery, but before I could retort, I turned to Garrett and issued a command. "Let them pass," I instructed, my tone clipped. "We have other matters to attend to."

Damien smiled again at me. "Thank you, old friend."

"We are not friends, parasite."

He merely chuckled in response, the sound grating on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. Before I could further entertain thoughts of throttling him, a cacophony of loud flapping noises pierced the air, drawing my attention skyward. The scent of the mate bond had consumed me earlier, rendering me oblivious to the approaching danger.

Dragons.

One of them, nearly the size of a house with wings that spanned like a bus, circled overhead, casting a shadow over the town below. The reactions from the human crowd were mixed; some gasped in awe at the sight, while others scattered like frightened mice, seeking refuge from the looming menace.

With a powerful beat of its wings, the dragon descended, the force of its landing sending gusts of wind whipping through the air. I raised my forearm to shield my eyes from the onslaught of dust and debris, waiting for the tempest to abate.

As the wind subsided, I lowered my arm just in time to witness the transformation. Fire and magic erupted from the dragon's form, its massive size shrinking and reshaping until a naked figure stood before us.

The Dragon Sovereign. Draven Fireheart.

What in the Gods' names is he doing here?