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The Blind King's Reign Ch 2
The Blind King's Reign
John and Rhage stood outside the door to the birthing room. Inside, propped on a bed was their queen, surrounded by a flurry of movement as Jane and Vishous prepared everything for the birth. Her brother could hear her pants and occasional whimpers of pain. He winced every time he saw her bite her lip to stop herself from screaming out. And he was not the only one, Rhage too was on edge. He could only imagine how her hellren would react once he saw her like this. The rhythmic sound of boots pounding told him he didn't have to do the mental trip. John and Rhage looked to their left to see Wrath running towards the room. Then, their king stood before them, panting with exertion. He took a deep breath and stiffened. His head turned towards Rhage. He growled low in his throat smelling his shellan all over the Brother. The blond vampire took a step back and put his hands up to ward him off.
The Blind King's Reign Ch 1
THE BLIND KING'S REIGN
Beth was pacing around in her mated bedroom waiting for Fritz to arrive with her latest order. The poor doggen had been swamped with work since she started having very specific cravings. Well that was pregnancy for you. And for her it had been quite a trip. Between dealing with her ravenous appetite, a frantic hellren and the whole Brotherhood watching her every move she was surprised she was still sane. Then again she might be in denial. Who the hell knows anymore? She sighed and gave up on waiting. Walking out the door she made sure there was nobody around that could scold her since it had been months since she could actually walk on her own two feet without anyone cradling her like a baby. If anyone spotted her, she was going back to her "den" as she had come to call her room. As she stood at the top of the stairs she saw the challenge in front of her and hesitated. What
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