Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

Nikolai watched Nikita with a quiet gaze. He found her changes since they became lovers quite impressive, even more so after becoming pregnant.

She even overcame her jealousy that used to overwhelm her.

Nikolai hugged her tight when she suggested bringing the others. He wanted to have trusted people to help with this, but he worried about their feelings and whether they might argue.

However, seeing her changes, he understood that his thoughts might have been incorrect.

His lovers weren't static dolls that would only change when told or ordered, but living women that constantly thought and decided for themselves.

"I love you, Nikita."

"Nn, I love you too. Nikolai."

The soft sensation of her body, the delicate warmth that spread through him each time she touched him. Her increased body temperature was because she was pregnant. These small things added up to create a sense of comfort he couldn't get elsewhere.

'I am lucky to have such support.'

"Can I ask you to gather the others and start researching these documents to help my mother?"

"You didn't need to ask, I would love to help you."

Nikita's eyes shimmered as she clung to his chest and pushed her face into his chest. She muttered to him, "Thank you. Now I can keep helping you."

At first, Nikolai didn't understand her, but then he noticed her placing a hand against her stomach, and the slightly hard sensation woke him up.

'Oh, she know's I didn't want her to fight...'

"I'm the one who should be thanking you, foolish wolf."

"Hmph~ I'll bite you."

"Haha, if it makes you happy. Bite all you like."

In the dim room, the pair embraced for quite some time before a different shimmer appeared in the young wolf's eyes. She looked at him with a devilish smile, then pushed him back onto the bed. "I'm hungry; give me food."

Not long after that, the sounds of hushed moans and heavy breathing filled the room as their shadows overlapped.

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After several days of preparation, Nikia brought the other women closer together.

Instead of bickering or fighting, Nikolai found them in the common rooms or the library reading old, dusty books. They would occasionally discuss something they read or heard about, but otherwise, they were quiet.

He was glad to see them getting along so well, but he also felt lonely without their attention.

'No I can't be this pathetic!'

Nikolai splashed himself with water, facing the mirror with a bitter smile. Although they would visit him at night, with alternating members, he started seeking the women out, eager to talk and enjoy their company.

'I guess I became more dependent on them than I thought.'

Nikolai sighed, feeling the cold water dripping down his face. He had just finished a vigorous training session, and his muscles were sore from overexertion.

Ivan convinced Alexei to help train the moonlight alliance werewolves, and thus Nikolai's days became focused on training, his leadership, and Succession Lessons.

Because the gala would be in just under three weeks, he needed to brush up on his etiquette as the heir of the Volkov and Moonlight Alliance.

He also took dancing and etiquette lessons during the afternoon. Nikolai's schedule became packed full, while he could only see the girls during meal times.

"Phew..."

Today, he finished his morning training with Alexei and his father and headed to his dancing lesson. However, he encountered a strange sight. His eyes widened when he noticed Selene's figure in the hallway.

Selene leaned against the wall, struggling to walk or move. Her legs wobbled, and she appeared disoriented.

"Selene?"

Nikolai's voice caused her to flinch, and she turned to look at him with wide eyes. He noticed something was wrong instantly.

Her face looked grey, almost void of colour, much different from her usual light peach tint, and her eyes were unfocused, darting around nervously.

"Are you okay?" Nikolai asked, concerned.

Selene nodded weakly, trying to reassure him, but he noticed the differences in her immediately. He stepped close and helped her stand, and she almost collapsed into his arms.

"Drink, you are thirsty." He commanded, while unbuttoning his collar.

She hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and sinking her fangs into his neck. The sensation of her feeding on him sent shivers down his spine.

It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, an intimate act that bonded them together. Yet, this time didn't spur the usual desire within him, instead he held her small back tighter and sniffed her silky golden hair.

'Ah, you too?'

Nikolai closed his eyes and let out a sigh, not one of annoyance or anger, but relief. 'You're pregnant.'

He smiled as he stroked her hair, feeling the warmth of her body against his. The unstable and weak change in her aura, the way she started emitting a sweeter and richer scent, and the way her skin gained a fresh glow after drinking his blood all pointed towards the same thing.

'She's carrying my child.'

Nikolai felt a surge of happiness and pride well up inside him.

"Should I say, congratulations?" He whispered, causing a slight pain as she jolted, her fangs cutting his neck slightly.

"Ngh..." Selene pulled away, looking at him with wide eyes filled with shock and surprise. She covered her mouth with her hand, realising what he meant.

"I... didn't know how to tell you, became worried you wouldn't be happy."

"Why wouldn't I be? I'm thrilled!" He exclaimed, pulling her into a tight embrace. "This is amazing news!"

Selene relaxed in his arms, feeling relieved and grateful for his reaction.

Her jealousy towards Nikita didn't last long, because the days following her taste changed, and she started to crave things that made her confused.

She craved human food, the kind that Nikolai enjoyed, sweet, sour and even spicy foods. She also found herself needing more sleep than usual.

It wasn't until she visited the mansion doctor for a checkup that she confirmed her state. Like Nikita, the pair became over the moon, but Selene worried Nikolai might not want more children and became nervous.

But now, seeing his genuine excitement and joy, she couldn't help but smile. "I'm glad you're happy," she whispered, leaning into his embrace.

"I thought you might be upset since we have so many things to do... but I—"

Nikolai couldn't let her blame herself. He sealed her lips, a soft, silky sensation spreading through his mouth as he parted her lips.

The pair passionately cuddled until a maid suddenly appeared under Leona. Her face froze, shocked at what she saw, and a little flushed.

"Ahem, sorry to interrupt, but your father has requested your presence, Master Nikolai."

"Oh, right. Sorry, I got carried away."

"N-no... I also enjoyed the kiss a bit too much."

Nikolai and Selene both blushed, embarrassed by their public display of affection. They quickly separated and straightened their clothes, trying to regain their composure.

'What's wrong with me?' Nikolai wondered. It wasn't his first time, but the past few days had become increasingly difficult for him. His heart raced, and his body felt hot whenever he saw any of his lovers.

'I should ask the doctor if there is something wrong with me.'

"Please take Selene to her room and let her rest, " he ordered the maid before turning to leave. The warm grasp of Selene's hand gripped him, and he reluctantly parted.

"I'll see you tonight, okay?" She asked, with an almost pleading tone.

Nikolai nodded, smiling warmly at her. "Of course, I can't wait."

With that, he left, heading towards his father's office.

Thought about how his life started changing rapidly filled Nikolai's mind. He wondered what else might happen in the future, the excitement and worries about becoming a father and his sense of impending responsibility.

As he walked down the hallways, he noticed the portraits of previous Volkov family members lining the walls. Their stern faces seemed to stare at him, judging him silently. He couldn't help but wonder what they would think of him and his choices.

Would they approve of his actions? Would they support his decision to have multiple women as his Luna and Brides, and having children with a Tepes vampire?

In reality, he didn't mind, but at least didn't want his children to face discrimination.

'Would the child with Selene be a Volkov or a Báthory? Does Selene want them to be a Tepes?'

These idle thoughts filled his mind until reaching his father's office.

Knock Knock!

"Come in," Ivan's voice called out from behind the door.

Nikolai entered the room and found his father sitting at his desk, surrounded by piles of papers and books. Ivan looked exhausted, with mangy hair, sunken cheeks and dark rings around his eyes.

"Dad you look horrible!" Nikolai exclaimed, surprised by his father's appearance.

Ivan chuckled, rubbing his eyes. "Thanks, son. I appreciate the honesty."

"What's going on?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing just researching the past actions of the Nosferatu since the first generation's head. It seems we were onto something doubting them."

Nikolai frowned, concerned. "What do you mean?"

"Well, it appears that the Nosferatu have been manipulating events behind the scenes for centuries. They've been using their influence and power to control the other clans and maintain their dominance."

"How did the other vampires allow them? They're not even the ruling family."

"That's the thing. The Nosferatu are incredibly cunning and manipulative. They've managed to stay in power by playing the other families against each other and keeping them divided."

Ivan rubbed his temples before continuing as he pushed an old, decrepit book to Nikolai. "You see, they used their unique powers to turn members of each clan, not just of vampires but werewolves, Djinn and even mermaids against each other. An undead is normally easy to spot, but the Necromancy of Nosferatu is quite interesting."

"They can create undead that mimic the living, and thus can blend into society without suspicion. This allows them to infiltrate and corrupt organisations from within. Once they have enough control, they use their influence to manipulate events to their advantage."

"But, can't we just smell or detect the undead from their blood?" Nikolai questioned.

Ivan stood up with a bright light in his eyes. "I thought so too!" He exclaimed, grabbing a book off the shelf and flipping through it.

"However, according to this book, the Nosferatu have developed a technique that allows them to mask the scent of their undead creations. Not only that, but the actual spell won't activate until they die!"

"Huh? Then it's useless right? I thought they wanted to monitor the clans?"

Nikolai sat beside his father's desk, the mass of old books and thing scent of dust and musky paper filling his nose. Then Ivan tapped his shoulder and showed him a small excerpt from a former Volkov head diary.

— Andrei Volkov

The year is 1024. After the towers fell, my brother suddenly became strange, as his previous mission failed.

Investigating the cause, I discovered the Nosferatu had turned him into one of their pawns. However, the strangest thing was that he didn't appear dead nor did he smell like one.

How long did my brother betray me for? Why did he only change after that mission...

Well, the answer came sorrowfully.

A member of the Tepes clan sent me a sealed warning message. Old man Vlad warned me of the Nosferatu's betrayal and that my brother was already dead.

He died during that mission, but his body still moved, and his mind still worked.

At first, the old man thought it was a miracle he survived, until he sent his blood for testing on a whim.

From here, the letter became unreadable because of damage and age.

"Do you see, if this is what happened..." Ivan's voice echoed, causing Nikolai to awaken from his stupor.

"Dad, this is dangerous... we need to learn how to identify them quickly!"