Draco's POV:The moonlight bathed the forest in an ethereal glow as I wandered through the thick woods, relishing the tranquility of the night. The air was cool and carried with it the faint scent of pine and damp earth. It was a perfect night for a stroll, as far as a vampire like me could appreciate such things.As I made my way through the dense woods, my keen senses detected a peculiar sound cutting through the stillness of the night. The rhythmic pounding of footsteps. Intrigued, I halted my steps and peered ahead, my crimson eyes scanning the shadows. And then, like a ghostly apparition, she appeared.A young woman with flowing chestnut hair, sprinted through the woods with a sense of urgency, her eyes wide with fear. It was a sight that piqued my interest, for I was not accustomed to encounters such as these. Yet, as I caught a whiff of her intoxicating scent, I found myself inexplicably drawn to her.Her aroma was a shade of royalty, a fragrance that danced delicately on the w

Lucas' POV:It's been over two months since Veronica's disappearance which led to my coronation as the crowned prince and the heir to the throne. The search for Veronica has been long forgotten as each day brings nothing but futile results. The king slowly began to detach from everyone. He'd spend hours alone in his grand study and only come out during breakfast or dinner. I began handling most political affairs of the palace and even though it made me feel happy and fulfilled, a part of me still misses my father's presence.The once vibrant corridors now echoed with a melancholic silence, as if mourning the absence of their beloved princess. The palace servants moved about their tasks with subdued steps, their faces etched with sorrow and regret.Lost in a sea of guilt and regret, I roamed the hallway, my footsteps echoing against the marble floors. My mind was consumed by thoughts of Veronica, haunted by the realization that my actions had played a part in her desperate escape. The

Draco's POV:Her words hung heavy in the air, mingling with the pitter-patter of raindrops. I studied her, my gaze scanning her delicate frame. Veronica was a princess, sheltered and cherished, but now a different kind of fire burned within her."Veronica," I began, my tone gentle but firm, "Learning to fight is a path wrought with danger. You're carrying new life within you, and I cannot bear the thought of placing you and your child at risk." My gaze rested on her slightly swollen belly.Veronica's eyes widened, a flicker of defiance briefly passing through them. "But Draco, I cannot remain helpless forever. I want to protect myself and my child. Please, consider my request."My heart ached at her plea, understanding the strength she sought to embrace. However, my duty as a protector compelled me to safeguard her, even from her desires."Veronica, you are a princess," I responded softly, my voice tinged with concern. "Your role is to nurture and guide, not to engage in physical comb

Veronica's POV:A tremor of disbelief coursed through me, threatening to shatter the fragile remnants of hope within my heart. Grief consumed me as Draco cradled me in his arms, offering what little solace he could in the face of such a devastating loss. The rain outside continued to fall, each drops a reflection of the tears that cascaded down my cheeks.I reached out, my trembling hand finding solace in the embrace of Draco's, seeking comfort amidst the darkness that enveloped us. "Why, Draco?" I managed to choke out through sobs. "Why did this happen? I don't understand."Tears cascaded down my cheeks like a relentless waterfall, mingling with the rain-soaked fabric of my dress. Desperation etched deep lines upon my face as I pleaded with Draco, my voice trembling with anguish."Draco, please! You have to help me save my baby!" I implored, my cries echoing through the chamber. "I can't bear the thought of losing my child. Please, there must be something you can do!"Draco's face tw

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