บททั้งหมดของ Annesa, Vampire King's Mate: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Two months after Lucas and Althea were born, Eryx discovered a new problem. Their clothes no longer fit. It began with Lucas. Annesa was dressing him one morning when she noticed that the sleeves of his little shirt had become noticeably shorter. She stared at him. Then at the shirt. Then back at him. "Eryx." The King immediately appeared in the doorway. "What happened?" "Look." Eryx approached. Lucas was lying comfortably on the bed, kicking his tiny feet. Eryx frowned. "What?" "His clothes." Eryx looked carefully. The sleeves barely reached Lucas's wrists. He looked at Althea. Her little dress was beginning to look equally small. Eryx's eyes widened. "They grew." Annesa laughed. "Obviously." "No." "What?" "They grew too quickly." Annesa smiled. "They're vampires." Eryx stared at the children. Then at the book Gareth had given them. He immediately picked it up. "The book said growth acceleration." Annesa nodded. "Yes

By the time Lucas and Althea reached eight months old, Annesa had stopped trying to predict what they would do next. Every time she thought she understood their development, the twins surprised her again. At six months, they had begun pulling themselves upright. Soon after, they had taken their first uncertain steps. By seven months, they could walk several steps while holding onto furniture. And now, at eight months, they had discovered something far more dangerous than walking. Words. Not many. Not perfectly pronounced. But enough to make the entire royal household lose its composure. Especially Eryx. The King of the vampires could defeat armies. He could negotiate with ancient nobles. He could remain calm while facing an assassination attempt. But nothing—not even war—had prepared him for the first time his daughter looked directly at him and said: "Pa...pa." It happened on an ordinary morning. Annesa was sitting on the nursery floor, surrounded by

Eight months had passed since Gareth first met Veyra in the old northern library. At first, Annesa had thought their relationship would remain nothing more than an intellectual friendship. She had been wrong. Very wrong. Because Gareth and Veyra had developed an unusual kind of romance—one that involved far more books, arguments, research papers, and political discussions than candlelit dinners. And somehow, it suited them perfectly. Annesa often watched them from across the royal library with a smile. Eryx did the same. Sometimes they didn't even realize they were being watched. -------------------------------------- One afternoon, Gareth entered the library carrying three enormous books. Veyra was already seated at the long table, surrounded by manuscripts. She looked up. "You brought that?" Gareth placed one book on the table. "Yes." Veyra frowned. "That is the worst historical analysis ever written." Gareth stared at her. "You haven't even open

The news that Veyra was pregnant changed Gareth in a way that surprised everyone. He had spent centuries studying vampire biology. He had examined rare pregnancies. He had written papers about blood development, magical inheritance, and newborn transformation. He had even helped Annesa through her own extraordinary pregnancy. Yet when the physician quietly told him that Veyra was carrying a child, Gareth discovered that knowing the science and experiencing it personally were two completely different things. He was terrified. Not of the pregnancy itself. Of losing her. Veyra's first months were difficult. She became tired easily. Certain blood mixtures made her nauseous. The smell of some herbs that she had previously loved suddenly became unbearable. And there were mornings when she could barely leave the bed. Gareth immediately became overprotective. "You're not going to the library." Veyra looked at him. "I can walk." "I know." "I can read." "

The glow of the oil lamps cast long, amber shadows across the stone walls of the laboratory. It was quiet—a deep, heavy stillness that Veyra had grown far too accustomed to over the past few months. She stood by the main workbench, her fingers resting lightly beside the small, glass bottle containing the untouched Potion of Desire. She had made her choice not to use it, yet she remained standing there, mesmerized by the subtle purple shimmer of the liquid inside. It was a physical reminder of her own quiet desperation, a testament to the foolish thoughts that had crossed her mind. A soft click resonated through the room. Veyra turned her head as the heavy oak door swung open. Gareth stood in the doorway, his golden hair slightly ruffled from the evening breeze, his dark velvet coat slightly unbuttoned at the throat. His sharp gaze immediately swept the room, skipping past the shelves of rare herbs and dried reagents until it landed squarely on her. "I thought I might find you