All Chapters of Dear Cousin, You Will Have My Baby: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Soren’s POV"You chose humans over your own blood. Tell me, dear cousin…How should traitors die?"Veyron held up my chin, his grip easy, almost gentle. The blood trickling from the corner of my lip caught his eye, and he slipped, just for a second, like he always did around me. His tongue almost moved.Almost."I am still your blood, Veyron." The words came out smaller than I intended.Laughter broke through the hall. Someone clapped. Someone whistled. Someone called me pathetic.Of course they did. The Varek Greyborn were known for their ruthlessness; to think I was blood-related to most of these bastards made my skin crawl.“You stopped being family the moment you chose them over me, Soren,” he spat, as if my name tasted like poison.My rebel-labelled team had been slaughtered barely a minute ago. Their blood was still warm where it crept toward my knees. I was the last one standing, if kneeling counted. I had watched every single one of them die, and now in this moment, when all

Soren’s POV He reached out to touch my lips, and I flinched before I could stop myself. He gave me a look that said he knew exactly what I thought of him now. His fingers traced the damage from Zek's slaps, the dented handprints still hot on my cheeks. He let out a slow sigh. My face was beet red, one eye already swelling shut from the blows. Most wouldn't believe it, but that was Zek holding back. I had watched him kill traitors and humans with a single slap, snapping their necks like twigs.Veyron leaned in. I met his eyes, and his frown deepened. "Close your eyes."I obeyed, shutting them tight, surrendering to the darkness. His lips met mine. The kiss was soft at first, then came his tongue and something metallic that tasted of vanilla and copper. I knew it instantly. Veyron's blood.He never bled unless he chose to. His blood was currency in our pack, harvested by scientists for healing syrups and pills that cured everything from infections to cancer. Taken directly, it granted

Veyron’s POV“What did you just say, Dr. Meridian?” I did not realize I was advancing until I was looming over him. “Did you just say the first knot of my life was for nothing? For nothing?!”The beta doctor stumbled back, his hands trembling. “Alpha, please, calm down. The first knot does not always mean pregnancy.”In a blink, Zek was at the surface. My hands raised, ready to strike the pathetic man dead, but then our favorite traitor intervened.Soren stepped between the doctor and me. “Veyron, please. It was not his fault.”I laughed, a jagged sound as Zek’s rage boiled over. “Get out.”The middle-aged man scrambled out with lightning speed, like a mouse freed from a trap. As soon as the door shut, my smirk vanished.“You are right, Soren. It was not his fault. It is yours.”I slapped him hard across the face. The sound cracked in the air like a gunshot. I hit him again on the same cheek, even though his teeth were already bleeding.“You caused this!”Even with his head spinning,

SORENThe last thing I remembered was Kin driving the heel of his boot into my skull.Then darkness.When I came to, I was lying outside my bedroom door like discarded trash. Every inch of me screamed as I forced myself onto my elbows, arms trembling under my own weight. For a moment I wondered if my body had finally given up on me.It hadn't. Not yet.I dragged myself inside.The room looked like a hurricane had torn through it. The bed had been flipped over, every drawer emptied, clothes scattered across the floor beneath shattered glass and broken furniture. Even the mirror had been smashed, glittering under the moonlight like frozen ice. Someone had made sure I had nothing left.The lights were dead. So was the air conditioner. The room felt like an oven.My eyes burned from the lashes that had caught my face, one of them splitting the skin just beneath my eyelid so every blink stung. But it was my back that terrified me. It wasn't healing. That wasn't possible. I'd spent years tr