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Luka P.O.V (SURPRISE!)

I stare at my sweet mate’s tired face. My Little Bean, my world, my Bart. He suffered so much because of my carelessness, if only I had seen the trap created by my disgusting father. I take his frail hand, the one not hooked to the IV drip, and gently squeeze it, trying to send some of my magic into his body to help him heal faster, but only dry dust comes out of my magic channel.

I had given all the magic still in me to Bart as soon as I could after making sure our Micro Bean was in a stable condition, but it still wasn’t enough to completely heal his internal injuries. 

I had been aware of everything happening while under the puppet spell but couldn’t do anything. Watching my little pup getting hurt by my body’s words was something that made me want to jump back into my receptacle and strangle myself. It was awful. However, seeing my mate getting critically hurt right in front of me was the worst. As soon as I felt myself getting back into my body, I rushed to Bart’s side and tried to stop the bleeding.

The blood wouldn’t stop, though, the tissues were completely destroyed. Not only Bart, but our baby too was harmed. I can still see the way my mate’s eyes looked at me, dazed and scared, his blood soaking my hands and attire, while his lips painted red by the liquid coming out of it shook as he whispered to me to save our Micro Bean.

It had woken me from my frantic state, reminding me of my powers. I was fearful, I won’t hide it. It hadn’t been long since I healed James and I had just recovered from a strong spell. Therefore, nothing assured me that I could save one of them, even less both. Still, I tried, begging for my gods to save my husband and child, to let me use their powers one last time, knowing that I was going way over the boundaries fixed by our pact.

Living up to their name, they gave me some of their magic, which I first used on our baby, even though I wasn't a stranger to the effects it would have on the little human. At least his due date was near, so he wasn’t that badly impacted, but some side effects still appeared. For one, his DNA half changed. To be clearer, I became his biological dad. He was now half werewolf and half dragon, or more like an ancient dragon with the way the old magic ran into his veins.

Unlike normal dragons, whose dragon form and human form were separated, our baby had a mixed body. Small dark green round horns stuck out of his forehead, pointy ears showed through his black hairs, green dragon wings were on his back and a cute chubby tail was attached to his tailbone and small scales were resting on some areas of his brown skin. I hadn’t seen his eyes yet, but something told me that they would be similar to mine.

He was absolutely adorable.

I could feel his magic pulsating in the air, speaking of future training to keep it under control and not burn down the castle. I could count on Chloe to teach him that; she had better control than me. I just hope he would not be bullied by other dragons. Well, I would just have to cut off their heads. Nobody has the right to bully my husband and child.

I had taken our baby out of his father's open stomach after making sure he was fine, then given him to my close knights to bring him to the infirmary before focusing on Bart. He looked so in pain and vulnerable that I started to cry, fearing for his life as I started to heal him. His scrunched browns, pale and moist skin wet with cold sweat, whimpers leaving his dry lips and the way he would whisper how much it hurts will forever haunt my nights. I had succeeded in somehow closing his stomach and stopping the bigger hemorrhage, but he wasn’t completely healed. At least he would live.

That’s what brought us here now. My mate is still in a coma even after one whole week and our Micro Bean is in a little bed beside him, both linked to all types of tubes. I nearly live in the infirmary now. It took Misha and Chloe hitting me with their shoes for me to go take a shower and shave, eating a little after getting refreshed. They were right, though, I couldn’t let Bart see me so... Well, so devastated as soon as he woke up.

I needed to show him that I was strong, that I was here now and that I would protect him. I wouldn’t let any other troublemaker hurt him or our baby. I had made sure of it.

I had Chloe put my father, his wife and Selena in the dungeon, right across our orb of magic to let it take all their magic, just like they did with it. Let them taste what it feels like to be slowly drained of their vital forces. I made sure with Chloe that they couldn’t get out. The woman will also keep an eye on them, it is her way to feel useful after not being able to help Bart and our child. Chloe was a master in nearly all types of magic, which means creating things like houses, tables and making things float was a piece of pie for her, but healing magic was one of her weaknesses. 

To practise this magic, you needed a complete understanding of the human body, the muscles, bones, cells and all that boring stuff. As a high knight, I had to learn all the muscles to be able to use my body to its full potential and all the rest to know exactly where to hit in a spare to kill or hurt someone. However, as a librarian, Chloe wasn’t really interested in those things and only learned on the surface. Which means she can’t heal someone, and this just came back to bite her ass.

I know she feels guilty, which is why she is currently learning all there is to know about the human body while surveying the prisoner with Misha. She won’t let her friend get hurt again. I’m glad Bart found such good friends.

A low grumble makes me come out of my thoughts, the hand I was holding twitching and Bart’s eyelashes fluttering as he seems to wake up. I stare, completely enthralled by his beauty as his little nose crunches up and brown orbs with specks of gold appear between his eyelids.

My small mate slowly blinks himself awake after one week of sleeping, looking dazed and confused at the ceiling. I watch in awe as he raises his free hands to his face and gently rubs his eyes. I coo at him as he yawns, which makes his head snap up in my direction.

"Good morning Sleepy Beauty, how are you feeling?" I gently whisper at him, my hands rubbing small circles on his, before I lend a small peck on his cute button nose. Bart, looking as confused as a few moments ago, slowly tilts his head to one side, just like a puppy. I chuckle at his adorableness, which seems to wake him up from his sleepy haze.

With alarmed eyes and his heartbeat accelerating at an alarming rate, making one of the machines connected to him beep at a repetitive rate, Bart pats his now flat stomach, not finding the bump he had grown accustomed to. As water starts to fill his crestfallen eyes and his breath becomes laborious, I quickly bring him into a hug, making sure he stays down so as to not trigger his injuries. I gently cradle him into my arms while stroking his back and whispering sweet nothings into his ears.

"It’s alright Bart, everything is alright. I saved our baby, OK? He is just sleeping at your side. I can give him to you if you want." I lovingly say, my hot breath fanning the little curled hair at the base of his slender neck and making them bounce cutely. He shyly nods before separating himself from me, making my chest squeeze at the uncomfortable feeling. If I could, I would bring my Little Bean into my lair, chain him to my bed and never let him out ever again. Of course, it was only the possessive dragon in me speaking, my human side knows that it’s wrong. I would never knowingly hurt my mate and do something that could make him hate me.

I turn toward our baby and slowly take his small body in my arms, making sure not to pull any of the cables connected to him while holding him like the nurse told me to. His wrinkled face crunches even more as I slowly move him away from his warm nest, making me chuckle as I recognize Bart's habit in our child.

As I pivot toward my mate, his eyes brighten and his body bounces up before I can warn him, a pained moan living his lips as he supposedly tugs on his still not completely healed tissues. He clutches at his abdomen as his eyes close in pain and his body curls up, cold sweat soaking the light hospital gown I put on him while he was sleeping after wiping him with a humid towel.

"Shh, relax Little Bean. I need you to take in deep breaths while slowly lying back down. Can you do that for me, please, my cinnamon roll?" I coax him into returning to his lying position, not before elevating the top of the bed and putting more pillows at his back, so as to make it easier to hold our baby.

When he is back to normal, a shadow pain still haunts his features, but not in a worrying way, I slowly hand him our treasure, telling him how to hold it. Bart looks, completely amazed, at our sweet bundle whose tail gently wraps around my mate’s arm.

My mate gently brings his finger to our child’s face, stroking his tender cheeks and little horns while smiling softly. I feel my heart warm at their absolutely cute interaction, before taking a seat on the bed and gently raising Bart back off the bed and putting him on my chest, my arm going round his shoulder and my head on top of his. I gently nuzzle his hair before getting out a happy sigh.

"What do you want to name him?" Bart asks me, seemingly not sure himself. I guess he was too distracted by trying to find a way to free me to think about it. Unlike him, I had far too much time to think about it while I was possessed with nobody to talk to and not being able to sleep with Selena glued to my side in bed. I feared too much for my innocence.

"What do you think of Zane? It means God’s gracious gift in Hebrew." I say while pecking Bart’s hair before going lower and pecking our son’s cute horns. He let out a strange sound, which I couldn’t understand, but sounded happy, before slowly raising his hand and taking Bart’s finger in it. My husband and I coo at his cuteness before Bart opens his mouth to speak after thinking about it for a few seconds.

"Well, I think it fits well, Honey. Also, he seems to like it." My soft little bean says with a chuckle, gently bumping his finger held hostage against Zane’s button nose. They had basically the same features, only the eyes were mine. I also chuckle before taking Bart’s chin with my hand, bringing his face toward mine. I slowly lower my face to his, alternating between looking at his eyes and at his plump lips, waiting for his permission.

My mate takes the lead, hiding his warm chocolate eyes behind his eyelids before resting his soft mouth on mine in a slow kiss, our bodies welcoming back the interaction between them and getting back to the way we had gotten accustomed to before everything happened.

As our breaths intertwine and noses rub against each other, I place my free arm around our baby, bringing him closer to us.

"Welcome to the family, Zane," we both say in unison after getting apart, before laughing out loud at our synchronized voices. Looking at my mate’s tired but happy face, I feel a broken part of me slowly stick itself back together, the careless sounds living his now red lips tickling my ears and heart at the same time. A pool of lava builds up in my lower stomach as I look at Bart holding Zane while resting against me, his tremor making our baby whine which made him laugh out even more. A strong feeling seizes my body, one I know speaks of war against all our enemies. Only one thought is left in my mind.

I will protect them both and erase everything and everyone who dares menace our peaceful family.

Hey dear readers, did you like Luka’s P.O.V?

He is a tad bit possessive. Only a little, I swear. *Nervous laugh*

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