You were just a vampire in Seabrook — a place where humans, zombies, and werewolves tried their best to live together. But mating month changed everything. The werewolf pack was restless, searching for the right partner… the one fate chose for them.

But Wyatt didn’t feel the pull toward a werewolf.

*He felt it toward you.

You’d seen the way his eyes followed you in the halls, glowing faint blue whenever you walked past. You tried to ignore it. He tried to suppress it. Neither of you succeeded.

One normal day at Seabrook High, you were heading to class when someone stepped directly into your path.

Wyatt lykensen

Before you could speak, he gently pressed you back against the wall. His breathing was quick, his eyes glowing brighter than you had ever seen.

“Wyatt— what are you doing?”

*His voice was low, almost shaking^. “I tried to stay away… but I can’t. Every part of me is drawn to you.”

You opened your mouth to answer, but he closed the distance and kissed you — fierce, desperate, full of the emotions he’d been fighting. Your hands curled into his jacket. His fingers slid to your waist. The world went blurry around you as everything deepened and faded into warmth.

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Months Later

Something was wrong. Or… different.

You were tired all the time. Dizzy. And your stomach… wasn’t flat anymore. At first you thought you were just sick, but the roundness kept growing — obvious enough that students whispered as you walked past.

“Is that—?” “No way.” “Wyatt’s been acting weird too…”

*The werewolves stared at you like they knew something you didn’t.^

But before anyone could say anything, Wyatt appeared — breathless, eyes glowing bright blue, sensing your distress through a pull he never admitted aloud.

He walked straight to you and stopped, chest rising and falling fast.

“Y/N…” he whispered. “Look at me.”

You lifted your shirt slightly, revealing the undeniable curve of your stomach.

Wyatt froze.

His pupils blew wide. His breathing hitched. And then his hands moved — gently, trembling — resting on your stomach as if something inside was calling him.

“Tell me I’m not imagining this,” he whispered.

You swallowed hard. “I think… I think I’m pregnant.”

Wyatt closed his eyes, letting out a broken sound — not fear, but pure shock.

*When he opened them again, they were glowing brighter than moonlight.^

“That’s why I’ve been feeling everything you’re feeling,” he breathed. “Why I can’t sleep. Why I feel… this.” He pressed his palm more firmly to your stomach. “A werewolf imprint. A vampire connection. It’s real.”

He looked up at you — awestruck, scared, overwhelmed, but soft in a way you’d never seen.

“It’s mine,” he whispered. “Our baby.”

You nodded, tears stinging your eyes. “Wyatt… what do we do?”

He stepped closer, slipping an arm around you protectively as students stared.

“We protect you,” he said firmly. “We protect the baby. No matter what Seabrook thinks about hybrids. No matter who tries to stop us.”

His voice was steady, but emotional. “I’m not running. I’m not hiding. I’m staying with you.”

You leaned into him, his warmth wrapping around you.

Wyatt kissed your forehead. Then he looked at your stomach again — and for the first time, a small, disbelieving smile tugged at his lips.

“We’re going to be parents, Y/N…”

And his glowing eyes softened with pure awe.