All Chapters of Pregnant with the Billionaire Vampire Heir: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Kelly’s point of view.I watched them from afar in the breakroom window, great my breakfast has been ruined.The coffee in my hand turned cold as the bitterness in my chest spread inside me more than I cared to control. There they were—Nyra and Xavier—wrapped in each other's arms near the elevators, kissing like they were the only two people on earth. It makes me sick. Xavier should be mine. I met him first. I was the one who noticed him in that crowded seminar, the one who smiled at him over the rim of my martini glass while Nyra was too busy playing the betrayed wife to notice anyone else.But she always gets what she wants, doesn't she? The company, the title, the life. Well, I not gonna stand by and let this continue for much longer.I squeezed and tossed the paper cup into the trash, my resolve hardening. Phase one was complete—getting close and getting allies. Now, it was time for phase two. I checked my watch. Thomas Vanderkilt, a senior board member with more money than sense

Ardonis point of view.I’m probably driving past the speed limit right now. But I don’t care. I promised her and I was going to fulfill it no matter what. The outskirts of the city were a desolate stretch of wasteland, far removed from the gleaming skyscrapers and the hum of civilization. This was where the Old World bled into the new, where the shadows were longer and the rules didn't apply. I stood before the entrance to the Spire, the stronghold of the Supreme Council of the Oracle.You didn't just walk up to the Supreme Council and knock. These were the arbiters of vampire law, the ones who had judged kings and queens before my great-grandfather was born. It had taken a call from my uncle Marcus—calling in a favor from a debt owed since the nineteenth century—to even grant me an audience.The interior was a vast, cylindrical chamber. At the far end, elevated on a dais of black stone, sat the Council. All ten of them. They occupied tall, high-backed chairs that looked more like th

Ardonis point of view.We were in the Chamber of Truth. It was a dark room filled with stone carvings lit only by torches on the walls. Nyra and I stood before the alter with the priest a skeletal looking figure dressed in scarlet robes, chanting in what sounded like gibberish.It was a gruesome thing—the relic. A bowl carved from what looked like black bone, rimmed with silver veins that pulsed with a faint, unsettling light. It looked less like a holy artifact and more like a waiting mouth."Step forward," the Priest commanded, his voice echoing off the walls.Nyra was shaking. I could hear the light, frantic rhythm of her heart from where I stood. She was pale, her eyes fixed on the floor, hands clasped so tightly her knuckles were white. I glanced at her, frowning. She was terrified. It made sense, I supposed; the Supreme Council wasn't known for their mercy, and the stakes were incredibly high for her. I, on the other hand, felt a strange sense of calm. I had nothing to hide.The

Ardonis point of view.Darkness.It was all I could see and feel. It wasn't peaceful. It was a chaos memories and strange dreams. I was falling, endlessly, through a void of screaming faces—my father, the elders, Nyra.Then I was drowning in a sea of my own blood, the coppery taste filling my lungs. The Oracle's voice boomed, echoing the words of the Priest: Beware the darkness looms. The darkness grew, twisting into the shape of a small boy with blonde hair, his face a blur. He was reaching for me, but I couldn't reach back. The cycle repeated, over and over, tormenting me. I couldn't understand.Slowly, the storm began to recede. The screaming faded, replaced by a steady, rhythmic beeping. I felt a weight on my eyelids, heavy as lead, and a dull ache in my chest. I tried to move, to open my eyes, but my body refused to obey. I was floating in a sea of consciousness and unconsciousness, just below the surface of wakefulness.Then I heard them. Their voices were muffled, like they we

Xavier’s point of view.The leather of the driver's seat was cool against my back, I was on my way to meet the Governor, after weeks of summoning from him, I was finally going to respond to his invitation. Perhaps who knows it could be good for the company.But then I remembered I had left her with him. ruining my mood instantly.My hands tightened on the steering wheel. I kept seeing her face in the lab, the relief in her eyes when she looked at me after the trial. Then I saw her looking at Ardonis as he lay on that table, a flicker of something I couldn't stand. It was more than concern; it was history. A bond I could never touch.She's getting attached to him again, I thought, the acid of jealousy rising in my throat. I can feel it. Every time she said his name, every time she mentioned him, there was a thread of something that wasn't just business. It was a connection I couldn't sever. And I hated it. Ardonis was a poison. He'd hurt her before, and he'd hurt her again. He was a bl