Regulus Black Birthday Novels & Stories

“What’s the date this Sunday, daddy?” I couldn’t catch the gist of her query and replied casually. “It’s the ninth of June, princess.” But Scarlett kept looking at me for a length of time, her hopeful eyes perplexed me. Was I missing something? My confusion was cleared by Helena, she mind-linked me. “Ninth June is the date of birth of our kids, Alpha. It’s their fifth birthday.” Shit! There were only two days left in my kids’ birthday and I forgot about it! Blitzer reprimanded me on the spot.

“But that is the life of a ranked wolf. We go where we are called.” I cocked my head and exchanged a look with my brothers. I didn’t know Dad missed anyone’s birth. Sure, it’s not like I’d remember my birth, but you’d think something like that would’ve been brought up. I doubt it was Finn’s. There’s no way he would’ve missed that. They’d gotten an ultrasound to know the gender. He wouldn’t have missed the birth of his heir. “Regina isn’t due till August. I’m safe.” Ivan said.

I don’t know why I find it so satisfying that she knows what reggaeton sounds like. “When’s your birthday?”, she says. “September thirteenth”, I answered, and literally watched the wheels of her brain spin into high gear. “Virgo! Makes so much sense now”, she says to herself. “Yeah? How about you?” I asked her curiously. “December thirty first, so every year there is a celebration on my birthday”, her exaggerated eye roll let’s me know she doesn’t enjoy it one bit! I laugh at the fact that she too is an Earth sign, “somehow I doubt you enjoy that since you’re a Capricorn”.

"Don't worry, babe. I'll help you. Your birthday is coming up, right? When is it?" Trista caught George and Angela's movements slowing to a crawl. They were practically leaning over the counter to hear. "November 8th. The party is at the Crown Hotel. You have to be there." Victoria cleared her throat and dropped the hammer. "Listen to me. On your birthday, you have to seal the deal. If you're lucky and get pregnant with the next Ironthorn Alpha, you'll be the Luna for real. Case closed." Trista's eye twitched. That wasn't in the script.

"My birth symbols are Castor and Pollux, representing the Gemini constellation, and the ruling planet is Mercury." Jeremiah's hazel eyes widened for a moment before finally falling silent. His eyes narrowed, and his mouth looked like he was muttering, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. "Castor and Pollux..." He muttered again. This time, I could hear it clearly. His gaze was not directed at me, but at the sky. "It's coming soon." "Yes, my birthday is coming up soon." "And Lex... is she your little sister? Or your elder sister?"

The man the world adored. He wasn’t cursed. He was cursing his own blood. I looked down at Roman, fast asleep now against my chest, completely unaware of what I’d just uncovered. His fevered skin pressed against me, burning hot. I held him tighter, not because he needed comfort, but because I needed to keep myself from shaking. Because now, I finally understood. The Blackwoods weren't cursed. It was one man. Reginald Blackwood. Just a man —a father— who decided that no one in his bloodline deserved to live long enough to replace him.

“He is in something with *her*. We both know it. We are out of time, Reese.” I looked at him. “How do we even—” “Reginald’s birthday is in less than two weeks.” The words came out harsh. “I will be damned if he is still breathing to cut that cake. You said Lauren knows the first pregnancy was a lie. What happens if she walks that recording into his study? He is planning something. I can feel it on him. He did not take this morning lightly.” “I know.” The slap, the guns, the public humiliation—none of that was going to stay in the driveway. “He never does.”

He wasn’t the most welcoming of Greg when he first came into their lives. To be fair, no one would take in an illegitimate child with open arms. It didn’t help that he was an Alpha. He knew many of their relatives saw him as a threat. Old Man Lucius was one of them. He was a member of the board, and his retirement would mean one empty seat. Greg didn’t like the sound of it. The event was his birthday and retirement celebration. Black tie, to happen at Old Man Lucius’ private resort on Saturday with high-profile guests for sure. None of it appealed to Greg.

Melina's expression was a tumultuous mix of surprise and anger as she questioned, "Oh wow! So, the doctor knows about this too. Who else is aware of our situation?" The king, taking on a composed demeanor, replied, "Melina, let me explain everything. I recently paid a visit to the doctor to address our prolonged attempts at conceiving a child. It seems our numerous encounters have yet to yield the desired result, and it was then that the doctor mentioned your age as a potential factor. He indicated that the chances of your pregnancy would be more favorable after your eighteenth birthday, which, if I am not mistaken, falls next week. Additionally, he confirmed that you are a Mid Leo, shedding

He glanced around the office like I was hiding her somewhere and didn't want to reveal her yet. I let out a deep sigh. “I rejected her immediately.” At that, his brows went up and he leaned on the desk. “For what reason?” I met his gaze. “She’s everything I loathe, Eminence. A human.” Anger surged through me at the reminder. He nodded, biting his inner cheeks. “I see. So what’s the plan now? You need to have a Luna Queen by the end of the first Blue Moon, Castiel.” Shock flickered across my face at his non-judgemental reaction.