The Vampire's Luna
Chapter 121: Michael Jackson - Working Day and Night

Chapter 121: Michael Jackson - Working Day and Night

But Luna didn’t say it.

Instead, she kissed him on the lips—softly, as if to pour everything she didn’t say into the space between them.

"I do have to go," she whispered against his mouth. "I’ll see you at work."

Damien nodded, reluctantly loosening his hold. "I’ll be in late. I called in the council to announce the news."

"Okay." She leaned in for one more kiss—brief but lingering, a promise in the form of parted lips. "See you then."

And then she was gone. .com

Damien stood in silence, unmoving, staring at the spot she had occupied just moments ago. He looked toward the ceiling.

Please, he thought. Blood Goddess, if you’re listening... let us have a child. Let her carry a piece of me when I’m gone. Let my death mean something. Let my love live on for her.

He exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

A part of him wanted to believe in miracles. The other part already feared he was running out of time.

*****

Damien sat beside his father in the great throne room of Blood Castle, every inch of his posture deceptively composed, though his fingers tapped an anxious rhythm on the armrest.

Lord Gabriel was the last to enter. He took his usual position at the front of the line of Lords, directly opposite King Luciver’s throne.

Damien didn’t miss the way his uncle’s eyes darted to him, full of quiet loathing. He offered him a bland, smug smile in return.

"Welcome," Luciver began. He leaned back in his dark throne. "Apologies for the impromptu meeting, but this won’t take long. The prince has an announcement to make."

Damien rose slowly.

"Two announcements, actually," Damien began, letting his voice slice through the air.

A hush fell over the room.

"The Royal Concubine, Lady Seliora, is with child."

The reaction was instantaneous. f|re(e)web.n\ovel. (c)o.m

The room erupted into cheers, Lords clapping each other on the backs, their voices rising with delight.

And yet, amidst the joy, Damien’s gaze remained locked with his uncle Gabriel’s.

He stood perfectly still.

No applause. No smile. Just a flicker in those cold eyes.

Damien let that smugness settle into his features. One corner of his mouth lifted in barely concealed triumph. Checkmate, Uncle.

He cleared his throat, drawing attention back to himself. The celebratory murmurs died down.

"And," he continued, with practiced calm, "I have asked the werewolf princess to marry me."

"My father told me you all had reservations about our union," Damien continued, steel in his tone now. "So I guess those fears have been put to rest now that a True Blood heir is on the way."

He had laid the cards down.

He had given them the one thing they couldn’t argue with—a future king, born of pure vampire blood. And now, they had to swallow the rest.

Damien folded his hands behind his back and waited. He could feel his father watching him.

The head councilman stepped forward.

"It is true, Your Highness," the councilman began, "that we were against a hybrid heir."

"But," the councilman continued, "we wish to let you know that this doesn’t mean that we do not love you or that we don’t hope for your happiness."

"But," the councilman pressed on, "the future of the kingdom must be intact before anything else. It is not a matter of preference—it is preservation. Still, we are truly happy for you." He paused, then added with a slow, deliberate shift of his head, "Most of us, at least."

All eyes turned toward Lord Gabriel, who stood unmoving, carved from fury.

"If you have something to say to me, say it. Grow some balls, Councilman Richard." Gabriel’s voice was sharp.

"You will respect the throne, Gabriel!" Luciver thundered from his seat.

Gabriel’s jaw flexed, the veins in his neck taut. For a moment, Damien thought he might push it, just for the sake of the chaos. But instead, Gabriel merely shuffled on his feet and swallowed his anger.

"That will be all," Luciver said, waving a hand to dismiss them. "The throne has spoken."

One by one, the Lords and councilmen murmured their congratulations as they bowed and filed out of the room. Damien’s shoulders eased once the doors shut, though he still felt Gabriel’s lingering rage.

Luciver leaned back in his throne and turned to his son, lifting one thick eyebrow.

"So. A wedding, uhn?"

"Yes... a wedding," Damien replied, eyes twinkling despite himself. He tugged at his cuff, then grinned suddenly. "And I know the perfect wedding planner." .com

Luciver groaned. "Don’t say who I think you’re about to say."

"Why not? Queen Ravena loves a party. Besides, she’s always wanted to see her daughter as a bride."

Luciver let out a soft chuckle.

*****

Alpha Kyllian strode down the long marble corridor of the werewolf palace with measured steps, though every fiber in his body thrummed with unease. When King Magnus summoned you with urgency, it rarely ended in tea and pleasant conversation.

He had barely begun settling into his new office within the castle. Though he had accepted the position of heir in name, Kyllian hadn’t yet wrapped his head around what it would mean in practice. He was still shadowing the king, still learning the intricacies of politics, diplomacy, and the art of not throwing punches when provoked.

And there was Luna. The thought of her made his chest tighten. He still hadn’t spoken to her. It didn’t feel right without hearing from her that it was truly okay.

The throne room doors opened with a deep, ceremonial creak that matched the weight in his chest. Kyllian stepped through the towering arch, spine straight, shoulders squared, ready for whatever challenge the king might throw at him.

Inside, King Magnus stood by the throne. Queen Ravena sat beside him, elegance etched into every line of her posture.

"Alpha Kyllian," King Magnus called.

"Your Highnesses," Kyllian bowed, respectfully stopping several feet from them. "You summoned me."

King Magnus glanced at his queen, who inclined her head gently, before turning back to Kyllian. "The Queen has been asked to spend some time in Blood City."