Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 115

William

A Few Weeks Later

It's a Friday night, and I'm making nacho plates. Kit and Greta are in the living room, and Rebecca is pouring soda into glasses. I glance her way and feel heat wrap around me. happy. Content.

I'm

Greta and Rebecca have joined my pack. It allows them to shape-shift easier, and I love running next to Rebecca's lycan form in the forest. She is an angel for allowing Nora to ride on her back. My mate is fantastic.

Yet I can't shake off the feeling that something is coming. Things are going too well. Rebecca has more or less moved in, and I wake up with her wrapped in my arms every morning. I love it, but damn, a storm better not be brewing because soon our family of two will turn to three.

My eyes land on Rebecca's cute, round stomach, and my lips twitch into a secretive smile.

Rebecca was complaining she had gotten fat yesterday. I teased her with plenty of kisses and showed her my ripped abs. But what Rebecca doesn't know is that she is pregnant.

I can feel it, but I will give her the news tomorrow when Kit and Greta aren't here. It's something I want to tell her when we are entirely alone, sheltered from the world.

Besides, I'm not sure if I'm right. It's just my supernatural instincts telling me that Rebecca is pregnant... And some recurring dreams about her giving birth. Those usually come true.

"I will bring the drinks into the living room," Rebecca sends me a warm smile. She is flipping adorable. "Don't take too long with the nachos, okay? I'm hungry for some cheese." I smirk. "Will there be space for some sausage later?"

Glaring, she throws a sugar cube straight into my forehead, and I laugh at her rapidly reddening face. It is too easy to get a rise out of my future, beautiful wife and luna. "Not so loud!" She hisses at me. "What if our guests heard you?!"

"What does it matter?" I question ina singsong voice. "You and Greta call each other sluts all the time. And I've heard you guys talk-you really have the hots for me, don't you, love? Sometimes jerking off to my pictures when I'm off doing alpha work. What was it you told her again? That's right! That my arms and c**k are huge; perfect material to touch yourself to."

Rebecca gasps and throws another sugar cube at my head. She is small but vicious.

"You filthy eavesdropper! That conversation was private!"

I'm hit with a third sugar cube before I can even speak. After the perfect throw, Rebecca flares her nostrils, sticks out her cute tongue, and heads toward the living room area with a little "Hmph!" sound. My heart squeezes inside my chest.

I love Rebecca so much it hurts.

My entire demonic heart beats for that woman.

She is mine. She has always been, and she will always be. We ran in opposite directions in the other timeline, but we collided in this one, and I love every moment. How could I not?

Rebecca has the kind of love that burns into your soul and makes you beg for more. I suffer withdrawal symptoms whenever I'm out hunting with the pack without her.

She has put me under her spell, and I can't break it. I've got more of my Rebecca in my veins than blood. And I think it's time we took our relationship a step further. I'm thinking of proposing to her tomorrow with a moonstone ring and giving her the baby news.

Smiling, I wash off a fork under warm running water. I dipped it in the salsa and should get it cleaned before joining the others.

I hum to myself, only to withdraw my hand as soon as the water touches me.

"What the f**k?!" I shout. "Ouch!"

I stare down at my hand. The water burns like fire, and I hiss at the pain and the skin melting off my little finger. Only one thing could hurt a demon like that-holy water. "But why would that be in the tap water?" I ask out loud and widen my eyes when something is happening to the kitchen counter.

It's made out of wood, but slowly but steadily, something carves into it by the work of magic. An orange light shimmers and burns until letters glare back at me from the cedarwood. Filthy Demon Alpha

I squint my eyes at the sentence. The air smells like holy magic, meaning it was angels who did this. And there is only one alpha family with angelic blood coursing in their veins-the Saint family.

A hiss leaves my lips. Nathaniel Saint is the Snowmoon pack's current alpha. His son, Leo, will take over in the future, but this message was definitely sent by Nathaniel.

A loud knocking on the door brings my thoughts back to the present, and I hear footsteps.

"I will take it!" Rebecca shouts.

I see her run past the kitchen with a smile, and I silently follow her to the door. Rebecca opens it to reveal my mother?

I blink.

My mother, Stella, is panting and staring at me with wide eyes. Her face is paler than usual, and she looks haunted, like she has suffered some kind of nightmare.

"You!" Her eyes narrow upon seeing me, and she storms past Rebecca to chase me up against the wall. I might be more than a foot taller than her, but you don't mess with mom. "How much of my son is left inside there, huh?! I had dreams about you, and they weren't very pleasant! You formed a pact with my son, didn't you?! You two mixed together! And while that isn't the most horrible thing, the thing which came next shocked me! Have you had s*x with a human?! Because I saw a baby in my dreams, William! Rebecca gave birth to a demon hybrid and then... Then I saw the Snowmoon pack killing the baby!"

Rebecca clears her throat. "Miss Howler-"

"Hush!" My mother glares at her. "You're mated to him, so you don't have the right to speak! He has obviously infatuated you, this demon that has taken over my-"

"Do you remember when I first tasted your taco lasagna, and I loved it so much that you had to cook it for me for an entire week? Evan doesn't eat human food, so he couldn't say anything about the flavor. But Raphael hated it, so did Nora and Lily, so you were happy that I liked what you had cooked. I don't think I've seen you that happy around me before. You wouldn't stop hugging me and thanking me for liking your food. I think it was our best time spent together."

My mother stares at me. I hand her a soft smile while keeping my hands suspended in the air. Tears form in my mother's eyes, and then she inhales air, glaring at me.

"How dare you use his memories?"

Her words crack my heart, yet I keep the smile. "I might have the demon's memories too, but... I still remember everything from my human life too. I'm not an imposter... I'm William too."

She doesn't look convinced. "The Snowmoon pack knows about what you are, and I had a dream," her eyes travel to Rebecca, and she points at her stomach. "Is she pregnant?"

I meet Rebecca's confused eyes and give her a faint smile. "I think so... I'm not sure, but that's what my instincts tell me."

"This is terrible!" My mother growls and shakes her head. She seems confused about whether to be angry or sad. "The child will be a demon hybrid, and the Snowmoon pack will come and kill it before it is born! They will end the two of you too!" "Hey, hey!" I place my paws on her shoulders, finding her teary eyes while forcing a smile. "Take it easy"

My mother inhales, and then her whole face cracks open. A sob escapes her lips. "I'm not sure what to make of you yet."

I keep the smile, and my voice comes out low, gentle. "I understand that, but I can assure you I remember everything. Rebecca still calls me William, so that's the name I will go by."

"And I still love your son," Rebecca chimes in with her hand caressing her stomach. Her expression is warm but soon changes to worry. "If I'm pregnant, I will do everything to protect our child. To me, it doesn't matter if our child is a demon, werewolf, vampire, or a lycan-I love them for how they are."

I smile. "Same here," my eyes travel to my mother's stunned face. I can tell she is still trying to process the situation, and I wet my lips. "And I'm still the Nocturnal alpha, so the pack will protect the baby. They have to listen to me."

My mother squints her eyes. "I'm still not entirely convinced you're not playing mind games here..." "Understandable."

"Which is why I demand an alpha duel-you against Raphael and Evan for the position of alpha."

Greta and Kit, who have joined us, freeze in the doorframe. Even Rebecca appears distraught. But I'm not frightened. If a battle is needed to solve things, then so be it.

"Okay," a smile curls my lips. "If defeating my two fathers is what I need to do to keep the pack, then so be it. Because I'm not giving up what I've started to create: a pack where every creature is welcomed."

My mother swallows thickly and steps away from me. My hands fall from her petite shoulders.

"Don't underestimate your fathers... If that's what they still can be called now that you're... Whatever you are."

"I'm still me. I'm William just... More, and trust me, it's you who is underestimating me. Because I will win the duel. Nothing can stop me, not when it's my future wife and baby I'm defending."