Ellie winced as she shifted on the bed, her small hand resting gently on her large, rounded belly—pregnant with Dracula’s twin sons. A mortal, a simple human girl, yet she carried within her a dark power, the legacy of the vampire lord’s heirs. Her belly was swollen and prominent, pressing against the fabric of her white nightgown.

The full moon shone brightly, casting a beautiful glow over the room. Ellie had long since adapted to the vampire’s nocturnal way of life, sleeping during the day and waking when the night was deep.

With a soft sigh, Ellie stroked her belly, trying to ease the discomfort that came with her pregnancy. “Oh my..” She murmured, trying to soothe the restless stirring within her.

It was then that Dracula appeared, descending from the ceiling with an effortless grace. He landed lightly on the bed next to her, his presence as imposing as always, yet there was a tenderness in his gaze.

“What’s with the heavy breathing, my love?” His voice was a melodic hum, his large hands gently cupping her swollen belly. His long nails grazed her skin, sending a strange, soothing shiver through her.

“You should be resting more. This is risky.” His voice softened, his red eyes melting with concern as he leaned forward to place a tender kiss on her midsection.

“My beloved,” He whispered against her ear, his hands splayed across her belly, his touch both possessive and protective.