The Vampire's Luna
Chapter 152: Demi Lovato - Sorry Not Sorry

Chapter 152: Demi Lovato - Sorry Not Sorry

"You are no longer welcome in the council."

Gabriel opened his mouth, but Luciver wasn’t done. "You are forbidden from meeting with any council member in private, and the next treasonous action from you will result in your death." He didn’t raise his voice—it was calm, steady. Terrifying in its quiet conviction. "I have tolerated you long enough."

Gabriel stood there, trembling, every fiber of his pride shredded before the nobility he once hoped to rule. "You will crumble this city," he spat, trying to maintain some shred of control. "You bring the likes of him..." He gestured toward Sage Veyron, as though the man were a disease. "Give them noble positions and allow them into the inner circle. Mark my words, some day you will regret this."

Luciver turned to Luna. "Princess, you should rest for the rest of the day. I’m sure these proceedings have been quite hectic for you."

"Thank you," she whispered, brushing back a loose strand of hair.

"Damien, stay with her." f.re(e) w.e(b)nov el.c.om

"Yes, Father," Damien said.

Luciver gave a regal nod and strode from the council chamber.

The instant the king left, nobles began to step forward one by one offering their congratulations.

"Thank you," she said, over and over, to every noble who approached.

As they stood there receiving endless well-wishes, Luna whispered out the corner of her mouth, "Tell me again why royals can’t just run away to a forest cottage and live on fruit and sex."

Damien chuckled softly. "Because then the kingdom would be left to the likes of Gabriel."

Luna groaned.

*****

"Your grace? Is everything okay?" Williams asked as Gabriel stormed into the dimly lit hideout. Williams rose from the old leather chair, concern creasing his brow.

Gabriel exhaled a long, slow breath as he tossed his black coat onto the table. "Well, our plans didn’t work out as expected," he muttered, rubbing his temples. .com

Williams tilted his head, his warrior instincts on edge. "Tell me," he said, sitting across from Gabriel.

"I managed to expose the royal concubine to the entire court. She lied about being pregnant. Every Lord saw it. She was dragged out like a common criminal."

Williams grinned. "So, a win."

Gabriel didn’t return the grin. Instead, he leaned forward. "But I got the shock of my life."

"What?"

Gabriel raised a single eyebrow. "The werewolf princess is also with child. She’s carrying Damien’s baby. A true blood child." Gabriel practically growled the words. His hand slammed on the table.

"Impossible!" Williams snapped, standing now. "That’s not how this works. Vampires and werewolves don’t produce true bloods. It’s genetics, biology—basic bloody common sense!"

Gabriel held up a single finger. "Apparently not. Turns out the princess isn’t just a werewolf. She’s a hybrid."

Williams was stunned into silence. It was as if someone had slapped him with an invisible hand. "A hybrid... but how?"

Gabriel leaned back in the chair, eyes narrowing. "A sorcerer twisted her genes before birth. Built her specifically for Damien. A tailor-made mate for a prince."

"What sorcerer is this?! Who commands such power?"

Gabriel watched him carefully. "Your father."

Williams recoiled. "My father... I..."

Gabriel rolled his eyes at Williams’s expression. "Now is not the time to be emotional," he said sharply. "Now is the time to figure out how the hell to bring the princess down."

"I...I cannot. He lost everything because of me." Williams’ eyes dropped to the floor as though it held the ghosts of his past—shadows of a father who once defied an empire for his son.

Gabriel’s glare was unwavering. "And you owe me. I brought you back from the dead for one reason only, to get me the throne. You will do as I say."

"Do not make the mistake of thinking this is optional. Reconnect with your father, figure out what twisted ritual he performed on that mutt princess, and find me a way to unravel it. If she’s a hybrid, we find her flaw. Every unnatural creature has one."

"And when this is all over, I will watch the bitch bleed. I will drain her entire body of blood, freeze it, and drink one spoon daily for as long as it lasts. A werewolf ridiculed me today. I will not forget it."

Williams’ stomach churned, and he could no longer meet Gabriel’s eyes. Luna.

*****

Luna held the letter in one hand as she pushed open the door to Damien’s office with the other.

"Luna...what are you doing here?" Damien’s chair screeched as he rose to his feet, brows furrowed.

"Working?" she said simply, stepping into the room.

"I left you in bed. The king ordered you to rest. It’s been a crazy couple of days."

"I cannot." He reached to touch her arm. "Not with the threat of war still looming over our heads."

"I am still the Royal Envoy. I intend to do my job, broker peace." She stood firm.

"You want to liaise with Alpha King Kyllian as a representative of Blood City." Damien said.

Luna stood in the middle of his office, clutching the letter she had so carefully drafted, her back straight and her eyes unwavering. She had expected this reaction. Knew he’d worry. Knew he’d frown. Knew he’d hate the idea, even if it was for the greater good.

"Yes. I gathered that his coronation is holding this weekend. I brought this letter for you to authenticate, I will be attending."

Damien sighed. "Luna..."

"I need to do this." She stepped closer, and the vulnerability in her voice cut through the heavy air. "They are my family, Damien. This is my home now. I cannot be torn between both."

Her hand trembled slightly as she handed him the letter, and he noticed.

Damien reached for it with deliberate care, his fingers brushing hers with a spark of warmth. Then he moved around his desk, unlocking a small safe hidden beneath the carved wood. From it, he retrieved the seal of Blood City.

"You do realise we also have a wedding and a coronation to plan," he said, not looking up, "How are we supposed to manage all that with this while you are still pregnant?"

(More Kyllian drama loading....hehehe)