Page 29 of Princess Redeemed
And my abdomen…
Oh, God…
It’s the baby.
I thirst for Rogan’s alpha wolf blood, but Icanlive without it.Other blood will supply me with the nutrients my body requires...
But this isn’t justmybody anymore…
This child is half wolf—half Rogan—and the vampire part of it needs his blood.
Not just wants, not just hungers for—the baby fuckingneedsits father’s blood.
Rogan knows I’m pregnant.He knows his child grows inside me.Why hasn’t he come for me?Even if my father’s elixir has worn off, he should still be able to scent me carrying his child.
He shouldwantto protect us.
Is he still in the ether?Fighting this damned war?
I don’t know how to get to the ether.I don’t even fully understand it or how we’ve gotten there previously.
I return to my apartment and surf the internet for any information.Even the dark web has nothing.How could it?Humans know nothing of the ether.
My father would know, but he’s probably back there now.
And my stepfather…
He’d know.Is my mother still here in town?I need to?—
“Aaauuugghhh!”I bend over, clutching my belly as an invisible knife slices into my flesh.
My fangs snap down.
Protect baby.Must protect my baby.
Blood.I’m going to need more than my usual amount of blood because another life depends on mine.
But not just any blood will do.
I need the child’s father’s blood.
Rogan, where are you?
Still clutching my abdomen, I make my way to my small kitchen and grab a bag of blood from the refrigerator.I tear it open with my canines and pour it down my throat.I swallow in gulps as it drips over my lips and down my neck, creating a sticky mess, but I don’t care.My baby needs to feed…and so do I.
My own thirst is quenched, but the aching doesn’t stop.
I force myself to stand upright.
I need to find Rogan.I need to feed our child.But my father said he’s missing.Where is he?
I pace around my small apartment, forcing my mind to think, think, think…
The ether… Rogan… How to get there…
“Please, Daddy!”I cry out loud.“Show me!Show me the way!Your grandchild depends on it!”
I look to the ceiling, waiting for some kind of portal to open.
