Draco's POV:With a heavy heart, I watched as Veronica's determined gaze locked onto mine. Her voice, filled with unwavering resolve, cut through the silence that hung in the air."Draco, I understand the risks, but I still want to learn how to fight," she declared, her words filled with determination. "I can't let fear dictate my life. I need to be able to protect myself and my child."I sighed, my concern evident in the furrow of my brow. "Veronica, I know your intentions are noble, but you've already been through so much. It's not worth risking your safety and the well-being of your child," I pleaded, my voice tinged with worry.Veronica's eyes flashed with defiance, her spirit unyielding. "I can't just sit idly by, Draco. I refuse to be helpless. I need to be strong," she argued, her voice resolute.Reluctantly, I agreed, knowing that her determination surpassed any words of caution I could offer. "Very well," I sighed, "but for now, let us rest. We can discuss this further in the
Veronica's POV:I felt indebted to Draco. He saved me when I was on the verge of being dragged back to those despicable walls of royalty that held so many secrets and deceit. I can easily say that I owe Draco my life but I would not stand again as being pampered because of my status of being a princess. I must learn how to fight and defend myself and my unborn child. My plans were simple. Learn how to fight and become a formidable force that neither Jason nor Lucas can easily beat. Return back to the Nightshade pack and reclaim the throne that rightfully belonged to me.But my first plan of learning how to fight was becoming a mere daydream as Draco would not let me train to become a fighter. During breakfast, I had to force the scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes down my throat. Not because I wanted to eat but because of the poor baby in my stomach. As I took the last bite of the pancakes, I pushed the plate to the side and trudged back to my room without sparing Draco another glan
Veronica's POV:I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. I watched in awe as Draco approached the suspended werewolf, his movements graceful and deliberate. He extended his hand towards the creature, palm outstretched, and a soft, ethereal light emitted from his fingertips.The werewolf writhed in its frozen state, unable to break free from the spell's hold. Draco's eyes remained locked onto the creature, his focus unyielding. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the immense power he wielded.As the tension hung heavy in the air, a surge of gratitude washed over me. Draco had come to my rescue once again, saving me from the clutches of the fearsome werewolf. I marveled at the depth of his abilities and the lengths he would go to protect me.With a final incantation, Draco's voice reverberated through the forest. Slowly, the werewolf began to descend, its paws touching the ground as its body transformed back into the form of a human.The man stood before us, naked and diso
Draco's POV:A flicker of concern ignited within me as I turned the doorknob and stepped into Veronica's room. My eyes scanned the space, searching for any signs of her. The bed, neatly made, held no trace of her presence. I felt a pang of anger surge through me as I realized that she had left the house without my consent.Anger surged through my veins, a fierce flame threatening to consume me. How could she be so reckless, so thoughtless? I wanted to confront her, to unleash my wrath upon her disobedience. But as I moved to storm out of the house, an invisible barrier halted my progress.The sunlight poured through the open door, its golden rays reaching out to touch me. A searing pain accompanied its touch, a reminder of the vampire that I was. I recoiled instinctively, my hand shielding my face as I retreated into the safety of the shadows.The barrier of daylight held me captive within the confines of the house, preventing me from chasing after Veronica. I clenched my fists, the n
Veronica's POV:My heart pounded in my chest as I turned to face Draco, his eyes now consumed by a bottomless void of darkness. Fear gripped me, for I knew what this meant - his insatiable thirst for blood had taken hold of him. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to escape the imminent danger that lurked within the once gentle soul of the man that just saved me.My heart raced wildly as I recalled the legends and myths surrounding vampires, their eyes turning black in the throes of bloodlust.My breath caught in my throat as I stumbled backward, my eyes never leaving Draco's advancing form. A sharp pain shot through my elbow as a thorn pricked my skin, drawing forth a small but significant drop of blood.The metallic scent filled the air, and I could feel Draco's craving intensify, his gaze fixed on the crimson droplets. Panic surged within me, knowing that the scent of my blood would only heighten Draco's craving. I needed to escape, to find safety before it was too late.
Veronica's POV:Draco's eyes, once filled with warmth and tenderness, now burned with an unquenchable thirst. His lips curled into a twisted smirk, tainted with the taste of fresh blood. There was no recognition in his gaze, only a primal hunger that threatened to swallow everything in its wake.I felt a lump forming in my throat as I struggled to find my voice. "Draco, please... come back to me," I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes. I watched Draco cautiously as he stood before me, his eyes no longer a menacing black, but returned to their usual color. Relief washed over me, mingling with the remnants of fear that still lingered. I took a few hesitant steps backward, unsure of how to approach him after witnessing his transformation.Draco's gaze met mine, a mixture of pity and stress evident in his eyes. He seemed to understand the wariness in my expression, the fear that gripped my heart. With a heavy sigh, he turned and began walking back towards the house, the weight of his ac
Luca's POV:As I sat upon the majestic throne in the grandeur of the Nightshade pack's palace, my mind was filled with thoughts of the responsibilities that came with being the new lycan king. A sudden commotion echoed through the palace walls, piercing through the solemn silence. The clamor grew louder, echoing through the palace walls, arousing my curiosity. With a flick of my hand, I beckoned one of the guards to investigate the source of the disturbance and report back to me.The guard swiftly left the throne room, his footsteps fading away into the distance. Eagerly, I awaited his return, my mind racing with thoughts of what could possibly be happening outside. Moments later, the guard reappeared, his eyes wide with excitement, as he informed me of the jubilant pack members congregating beyond the palace walls. "Your Majesty," the guard began, trying to catch his breath. "The pack members are outside the palace walls, rejoicing and celebrating. It appears that someone has return
Veronica's POV:The crisp morning air embraced me as I pushed myself to the limit, engaging in yet another rigorous training session with Draco. The moon still hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the training grounds. Sweat glistened on my brow as I practiced a series of swift punches, my muscles pulsating with exertion.But suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen, causing me to stumble backward in surprise. I clutched my bulging stomach, feeling the weight of my pregnancy pressing against me. Contractions. It couldn't be. I wasn't due for another three months.Concern etched across Draco's face as he rushed to my side, his eyes filled with worry. "Veronica, are you alright?" he asked urgently, his voice laced with concern.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself amidst the throbbing ache. "I...I don't know," I managed to reply, my voice strained. "Something doesn't feel right."Without a moment's hesitation, Draco dashed into the house, his footsteps echo