The Vampire's Luna
Chapter 137: Kenney Chesney - There Goes My Life

Chapter 137: Kenney Chesney - There Goes My Life

"I thought you didn’t know how to deal with crying pregnant women," she muttered at last.

"I didn’t think I did either," Morvakar replied, glancing down at her as if the realization surprised him. "It would have been easier to just cast another sleep spell on you." He gave her a dry look. "Much easier, actually. But unfortunately, I can only use that spell once in a while unless I want to risk killing you."

"Don’t you dare," Luna warned, chuckling softly as she pulled away, wiping her cheeks.

Morvakar laughed too. He still held onto her arms loosely. It was a strange sensation—holding her like this. Strange but not unpleasant. He felt... like a father again.

She took a few breaths, grounding herself again. Then her eyes narrowed a little, hesitant, as a more serious thought surfaced.

"You cannot tell Damien," she said quietly.

Morvakar lifted a brow, already suspicious. "How long do you think you can hide a pregnancy?"

"No, it’s not about hiding it," Luna clarified quickly. "I just... I have to inform Luciver first. The court. The people... they’re not thrilled about a hybrid child."

Morvakar chuckled.

"A hybrid," he said, almost wistfully. "There is only a twenty-five percent chance your child will not be a Trueblood."

"Wait—what are you saying?"

Morvakar smirked, enjoying the intrigue. He wandered toward the nearest window. "You carry vampire genes. It wont weaken. It may amplify. That child may be born as a trueblood."

"But you can’t know for certain until the child is born. The heartbeat—it’s faint. Almost non existent."

"If he is a Trueblood," Luna murmured aloud, pulling away from Morvakar. "my son doesn’t have to be an outsider. He can take his father’s throne. He could have a place... real power, real protection. He could belong."

She wasn’t talking to anyone in particular, just tracing the threads of hope in her mind, trying to anchor herself.

Morvakar, who was proceeding to resume his reading in the far corner began. "You still have months to wait for that confirmation," he replied dryly, though there was a trace of curiosity in his voice. "Let’s not crown him just yet."

"Do you have any idea how to save him yet?"

Morvakar closed the book with a soft thud and exhaled slowly. "No... not yet," he lied smoothly, keeping his gaze on the floorboards. The truth clung to his tongue. Of course he had found a way. But it was not a path she would accept willingly, not without heartbreak—and certainly not without sacrifice.

Instead, he added calmly, "The prince is awake."

Luna’s eyes widened, her heart leaping. "He’s awake?" she gasped, not waiting for confirmation before spinning on her heel and rushing toward the stairwell.

Upstairs, Luna flung open the bedroom door. Her gaze landed instantly on Damien, his dark hair tousled, torn shirt hanging open, his head bowed, his hands tangled in his hair as if trying to piece together a puzzle that kept slipping through his fingers.

"Damien?" she breathed, stepping toward him.

At the sound of her voice, he looked up. His eyes met hers, tired but searching. "Where are we?" he asked.

"Morvakar’s house," she said softly, kneeling by the bed. "It was the only place I could go to."

Damien leaned back with a groan, wincing at the pain in his back. "He’s not exactly the most trustworthy of hosts."

"No, but he didn’t try to stab you on sight, so I’m counting it as a win," Luna replied, offering a smile she wasn’t sure reached her eyes. fre.eweb novel\.c om

He glanced around the crumbling chamber. "They’ll track us here," he said at last. "You are the princess. Your scent is engraved into every werewolf, especially Kyllian’s. He won’t stop."

"I had Morvakar mask our scent and he also cast a hiding spell on the entire place," Luna said gently. She moved toward Damien and sat beside him on the creaky old bed that groaned under their weight. "How are you doing?"

Damien turned his head to look at her, his crimson eyes slightly glassy but alert. He looked exhausted, worn to the bone, but still stubbornly regal. "Groggy," he admitted with a dry chuckle, dragging a hand down his face, "but I’m good. We have to find a way to get back home though."

"How do we do that?" she asked, keeping her voice low. "Kyllian is actively looking for us."

"We have to find a way to get a message to the Blood City," Damien said. Even in pain, the prince in him surfaced.

"Damien... that...that will cause a war. If your father finds out about Kyllian’s actions, this isn’t going to end."

Damien sat up straighter despite the wince it caused. He grabbed her hand with a grip that said he needed her to listen. "Luna, our rivalry has been marked since the day you were born. Kyllian has to be put down."

"Put down?" Luna echoed, pulling her hand free. "Damien, think this through. These are my people. My family. We just lost a lot of them to the vampires who attacked us. You want to finish the job for them?"

"You want to destroy them because you were wounded by grief and pride? That’s not justice, Damien. That’s vengeance."

"You swore an allegiance to the Blood City throne when you were integrated into it. We are your family now, your people! You would stand for this insult?"

"I... please... don’t do anything rash. For me, please. Think how this would hurt me. My father just died." Luna tried again.

"And I symoathise. But the world doesn’t revolve around you, Luna. I have made enough decisions taking your feelings into consideration." Damien got to his feet.

"Do you regret it? Do you regret saving me? When you marked me." She got to her feet too, holding his gaze. "Do you wish you had made the easier choice?"

"I’m not as selfish as you Luna." He finished and walked out of the room, heading to see if Morvakar could get a message through.