Pregnant and Mated to Three Kings

Calling Moon

Ulric Bloodfang, The Lycan King

The throne room echoed with the muted conversations of the Lycan court.

I observed the proceedings, surrounded by faces that reflected varying degrees of disinterest. Beta Marcus, Advisor Elara, and Scout Captain Thorne were among the notable figures, each contributing to the tedium that permeated the room.

Beta Marcus cleared his throat, breaking the monotony. "Your Majesty, we are still at an impasse regarding the disputed territory near Moonlight Falls. The dispute with the neighboring pack persists."

Advisor Elara added, "The elders suggest a diplomatic approach, but Captain Thorne believes a show of strength is necessary to secure our claim."

As the discussion droned on, an unexpected force took hold of me. It was as if a whisper of magic, ancient and potent, coursed through my veins, stirring something dormant within my heart.

The call of the mate bond.

A force beyond my control, awakened with a magnetic pull, akin to a rekindling flame.

It ignited within me like a wildfire, a surge of passion and intensity that left me breathless. It wasn't just a whisper; it was a primal force, wrapping around my heart with an unyielding grip. The air crackled with an electric charge as the connection unfolded, drawing me into an irresistible dance.

In that moment, the mundane court proceedings faded into insignificance. Feeling the undeniable urgency, I rose from my throne.

"Enough," I declared, the court's collective gaze turning toward me in surprise. "This session is dismissed."

A murmur of protest erupted within the court.

"Your Majesty, we have urgent matters to address. Dismissing the court now could jeopardize the ongoing negotiations," voiced Marcus.

"Indeed, we cannot afford to delay decisions on the disputed territory," Elara chimed in. "The neighboring pack won't wait for our convenience."

Thorne stood up from his seat. "With all due respect, Your Majesty, this sends the wrong message. We need to show strength and resolve in dealing with these matters."

Irritated, I emitted a low growl that reverberated through the room. "Enough! This is not up for discussion. Leave now," I commanded, my eyes locking onto each member of the court.

The court reluctantly acquiesced. The protests dissolved into uneasy silence as they filed out of the throne room, adhering to my command. The call of the bond pulsed with a renewed vigor as the last of the court members exited, leaving me to my own devices.

"Garrett," I called out once the room emptied.

The Elite Lycan guard entered. "Your Majesty, you called for me?" he greeted, kneeling in front of me.

"Gather the convoy," I instructed. "We leave at once."

"Where to, Your Majesty?"

"To one of the human territories. Meadow Brook," I replied. "It's time to claim my mate."

"As you command, my King."

~ o 0 o ~

The moon hung high in the sky as the convoy to Meadow Brook assembled outside the Bloodfang Castle.

A sleek line of vehicles awaited their occupants. Despite our lycanthropic nature, we embraced the convenience of modern human conveyances.

Garrett opened the door of the lead car with a respectful nod. The sleek black vehicle purred softly, a potent machine ready to bring me to my mate.

Just before I stepped inside, Advisor Elias approached. His furrowed brow hinted at concern as he spoke, "Your Majesty, are you sure about leaving matters in my hands? The ongoing negotiations—"

I interrupted, "Elias, I trust you to oversee the affairs in my absence. Meadow Brook demands my attention, and I need you to handle the court with the utmost diligence."

Elias acknowledged the responsibility placed upon him. "Of course, Your Majesty. I shall ensure everything runs smoothly in your absence."

"Good. Your loyalty is appreciated," I replied. "I expect regular updates on the situation. Keep the court in order."

"Safe journey, Your Majesty."

Sliding into the seat, I gestured for Garrett to join me as the engine roared to life.

As the car rolled forward, anticipation coursed through me like an electric current. The scent of leather and the low hum of the engine enveloped the interior, creating a cocoon of modernity that contrasted with the ancient, primal force awakening within me.

Two months since the 3rd Treaty Ball, and that night still burned bright in my memory, not a fading ember but a roaring fire. The realization hit me like a lightning bolt: the subtle pull I felt then, the invisible current, was the undeniable thrum of the mate bond, now surging with an intensity I couldn't ignore.

How could I have missed that?

It started in my heart, a rhythmic drumming like destiny itself. Then it pulsed through my veins, an electrifying current fueled by the very essence of the bond. Finally, it settled deep in my bones, a primal knowing beyond any logic.

At the Treaty Ball, bathed in the soft glow, her beauty shone with a quiet magnetism. The midnight blue gown hugged her curves with elegant grace, the lace hinting at a hidden sensuality beneath the deep, rich fabric that complemented her skin tone.

Her face held a captivating blend of strength and delicacy. High cheekbones carved a sculpted beauty, and her almond-shaped eyes held depths that promised untold stories. Her natural beauty, devoid of excessive embellishment, drew the eye like a magnet.

Moonlight danced on her loose waves, casting an ethereal glow. As she stepped into the moonlit woods, shadows played on her features, adding a touch of mystery to her enchanting aura.

Simple makeup highlighted her features, allowing the nuances of her expression to speak volumes. A subtle smile danced on her lips, hinting at warmth and promising shared secrets and unspoken connections.

I had been a fool to think that she was just another woman I would fvck and forget. Damn it.

The convoy rumbled into Meadow Brook, the headlights cutting through the darkness as we navigated the quiet streets. I could feel the anticipation building within me, an instinctual pull guiding me to the heart of the town.

"Take us to the town hall," I instructed, my instincts honing in on the bond that tethered me to my mate.

Without hesitation, Garrett followed my directive, steering the vehicle towards the designated destination. The town hall loomed ahead, a sturdy structure bathed in the dim glow of streetlights. As we pulled up, the subtle hum of the town enveloped us, and I sensed the source of the connection emanating from within the building.

Parking outside what appeared to be the infirmary section of the town hall, I wasted no time. The night air was charged with the energy of the impending reunion. Swiftly, I exited the car, the urgency propelling me forward. The door of the infirmary awaited, a portal to the culmination of a destiny written in the silent language of the bond.

I'm coming for you, my dear mate.