422- Moonborn
POV Viktor Averwyn:
Seraphine collapsed into my arms, sweaty and breathless after climaxing.
“That felt so good…” she murmured hoarsely while I ran my hand over her large, stretched belly.
“Did I hurt you?”
Pressed against her from behind, I breathed in the scent of her neck. I tried to be as careful as possible.
I had even fought the urge to have sex with her anymore since she was already nine months pregnant, but the desire between us was difficult to resist. So I relied more on my mouth and my hands, using my cock with some restraint.
“No. It was perfect.” She sighed and giggled softly when her belly shifted dramatically to one side. “Did you feel that?”
“Yes. She’s eager to meet me.”
I couldn’t stop the pride swelling inside me.
What I didn’t say was that I was desperate to finally hold my daughter in my arms.
I pulled Seraphine closer, following the movements of our baby. I talked to her, kissed her belly, caressed her constantly. And she always calmed down afterward, as if she already recognized my voice.
I was enchanted by every stage of it all, by watching Seraphine healthy and safe. The elixir, the magic, and the protection charm she still wore around her neck had been essential for those months to pass without complications.
I thought about Jasmina when I had brought her here pregnant. I had watched the baby growing inside her too, but it had been completely different. I hadn’t loved her. I had only fooled myself with the desire to have my destined mate and my family. Deep down, something had always kept me distant.
Detached.
I had merely regretted that she killed the child.
And that was why she met her own end.
Adelina had come into my life already born. I had raised her since she was small until I lost her. And nobody could ever take that away from me. She might be dead, but my love remained untouched.
And I would love my daughter the same way.
For the first time, I would have the entire experience: the pregnancy, the birth, every stage of her growth.
Beside the woman I loved.
“Why are you so quiet, Viktor?” Seraphine turned slightly to look at me, a lazy smile on her lips. “Are you finally going to tell me your name suggestion for her? I already told you mine. Salomé.”
It was a beautiful, strong name.
But there was another name that always filled my thoughts.
I decided to say it without forcing anything.
“I wanted her to have my mother’s name. Lioara.”
“It means full moon.”
Seraphine turned completely toward me, her eyes glowing. She touched my face, covered by short beard stubble.
“That’s beautiful. It fits both of us perfectly. The full moon, your mother. Her name will be Lioara.”
“Are you sure?” Emotion flooded through me. “You love Salomé.”
“The second girl will have that name.”
“I love you. My red-haired gypsy.”
I kissed her deeply and pulled her against me together with our daughter.
I remembered my mother more and more—her powerful black wolf, the same coat color I inherited. Strong. Passionate. Loving. Happy.
She would pass all of that on to our firstborn, our mixture of human and wolf.
I was happy to honor her that way, even if she was no longer here.
We fell asleep wrapped around each other.
The next morning, I showered and got ready for another day of work. That night we were having dinner at Aldren and Elowen’s house with Edric and Lunara. It had become normal for the three of us to stay close, more united than ever while our wives became inseparable friends.
The territories remained peaceful, and Noctheria still stood with its burned towers and smoke-stained walls—a reminder that evil had perished there. It remained neutral territory where no one stepped foot anymore.
We wanted the Elders and their endless ambitions to eventually be forgotten forever.
I was thinking about that while pulling on a pair of pants in the bathroom when I heard a scream coming from the bedroom.
I ran out like a madman and found Seraphine pale, twisted in pain. Liquid soaked the entire bed beneath her.
“My water… she’s coming…”
“Fuck!”
I rushed to her, helping her settle between the pillows while placing my hand against her tightening belly.
“I woke up from the pain…”
“Easy. Everything’s going to be fine. Daciana is a midwife. She’ll help you.”
Even though we lived far from humans, Seraphine still needed human medical care because she wasn’t yet a wolf. That was why she had all her prenatal appointments at a clinic in Sibiu, where they saw nothing except the development of a healthy baby. She had a doctor I could call and take her to if things became complicated.
But she had chosen to give birth at home.
We hoped there would be no complications.
When the contraction passed and she relaxed slightly, I threw open the door and shouted for Daciana.
The older woman rushed in moments later, breathless, immediately understanding everything.
“Lioara is coming! Viktor, get the sheets! I’ll boil water! Our little girl is coming!”
Then chaos began.
Screams and happiness mixed together with fear.
I gathered the sheets while everything started.
I never left Seraphine’s side, holding her hand and helping her breathe the way Daciana had taught us. Daciana moved around the room preparing everything, wiping sweat from Seraphine’s forehead and telling us how the contractions were growing stronger.
“Ah!” A harsher contraction hit her, and I saw her eyes flash gold.
My heart nearly stopped.