LOGIN“I love you so fucking much,” he breathes against my lips, his forehead resting against mine. His voice is a husky whisper, carrying the weight of his emotions. “Thank you for everything — for our son, for this life, for a future that looks brighter every damn day because of you. You’ve given me a f
VerenaI sit quietly in the softly lit room; the air filled with the subtle scent of lavender and sage. Nastassja moves around with an air of focus, setting up the final components for the soul extraction and replacement ritual. My mind drifts to Niklaus and Arsenio, sleeping peacefully under his f
“In all lives that may come, and in all universes that may exist, you will always be my son, my light, and my hope. You have King blood in you and you are destined for greatness. By my will, and by your forefathers' blessings, so will it be.”After reciting the vow, I lean down and gently kiss Veren
“A son…” he whispers, then he murmurs something in Greek, I’m assuming—a prayer or a promise, perhaps both—before leaning over to kiss my forehead.“Thank you, Verena,” he chokes out, his voice breaking. “Thank you for giving me a son, a blessing.”His gratitude, so heartfelt, so raw, eases the last
VerenaThe pain is indescribable, a relentless, consuming force that grips my entire body. I’m clutching the sheets, my knuckles white, screaming as another contraction hits. Niklaus is beside me, his face etched with concern, his hands attempting to comfort me, but right now, I’m not having any of
I nod, understanding her struggle. “That’s completely valid, and I get it. Kris disappeared when you needed her. It’s not something you can just forget.”She sighs, looking down at her hands before meeting my eyes again. “I know. And I’m glad she’s doing good now, really. But you’re right, it feels
“Niklaus…” she breathes my name as her legs start to tremble, letting me know that she’s close. I flick my tongue faster, digging my fingers into the soft skin of her thighs and when she comes… Gods, I can die happy knowing she comes with my name on her lips. I let her ride out her orgasm before se
Her words sting more than I want to admit. “She brings strength, intelligence, and a perspective we need. She’s proven herself, time and again.” “Proven herself?” My mother scoffs, folding her arms. “By doing what, exactly? She comes from a line of failed Blood Magic Covens, Niklaus. There are wome
Verena As Kristina busily chatters about the latest pack gossip, the kitchen door swings open and Niklaus’ mother steps in. The atmosphere shifts immediately; even Kristina senses the change, her words trailing off as she excuses herself, leaving me alone with the matriarch of the pack. The silenc
Niklaus We’re driving to my pack house and honestly, I am fucking nervous. Next to me, Verena sits quietly, her eyes occasionally flitting over to study my expression. I’ve told her nothing about the pack over the time we’ve known each other, and now, as we’re about to cross the threshold into my w







