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The stormy expression on his face just turned into something and that he did not even recognize his own feelings anymore. The first thing that his highlighted senses had noticed was the blood of his mate that was in the air. Given that she was a human and the mate of an Alpha she had a sweet smell to her blood. It instantly attracted a man towards her when they were supernatural.

So it was unmistakably hers and immediately recognized it as he breathed it in after months, for him years, his beast surfaced. He wanted more more of it. His eyes wanted to see her after so long and he considered his brothers words. He wanted to be kind to her, love her.

Every Vampire glared into the direction because they had definitely caused huge ruckus which immediately attracted the attention and everyone got in the stance to fight hissing at them for disturbing their ritual.

Now that had finally realized that it was not an imbecile fool to disturb the ritual but a full other species who had come to stop it.

When he heard the hissing sound, his beast had turned into rage immediately for having his mate. He glared into the direction of others as canines popped out of his mouth and he gave a thunderous growl. His dominance and Alpha power was enough to check the whole ground and even admitted a whimper from his mate.

The very beloved made of his who was barely clinging onto her life. By the heavy smell of a blood in the air he knew that she had lost a lot of it and given that she was still human and and not marked by him it was obvious that she needed to be saved immediately. He ignored the slight smell that seems to be foreign but yet familiar.

"Charge!" He roared taking the entire crowd out by surprise and the war began. No matter who came in front of him they did not see another second as the light disappeared out of their eyes. Whoever came in the way he did not think twice before clamping down his mouth in their shoulder and tearing out their head from their body.

He felt wild. He was turned feral.

The smell of Adeline's sweet human blood was into the air and the more he breathe it the more feral his beast got. His soldiers were compared nothing in front of him even the war generals that had won countless wars from the time of his uncle and had joined him into the journey of his own kingsmanship were inferior to him as well.

A separate guard unit was there was for him like every war ever for protection of the king immediately forgetting how to fight for themselves and their country. The survival of the king was most important and guarded him to his way to his mate. Xavier charged directly to the girl who laid in a pool of blood ignoring the woman in the coffin no matter who the hell she was.

He stopped short when he found the Vampire with blood dripping from his mouth only to find what was in his hands.

A child. . .his child by the smell. His child, a girl, in his hand.

A barely alive child.

He could not leave the sight of the child that by smell appeared to be his. His eyes moved to his maid who was lying in a pool of blood with her stomach cut open like it would have been if she was giving birth. Her skin was stretched out which meant that her stomach was once and largest it was him thinking so? Could it be real?

Could she?

"Feels funny right?" The man; Nathaniel laughed. "I felt the same when I saw the dead body of my mate. It's like being in Limbo. Not in the world of living in, not in the world of death. You just stare at the dead body wondering where you went wrong for protection you did not provide them with!" He hissed in a rapid voice as he let out the thoughts buried his mind.

"How does it seem to feel have your family die in front of you? To see that you are mate is laid there with her stomach open bleeding out on a piece of concrete? To see your baby in my hands, almost in the mouth of death?" He spat. "Feels nice to me."

Xavier did not acknowledge the man but he had heard every word clearly. He and his beast stood in silence as a try to figure out what to do. Where to begin? He could not just choose between the two.

"Xav. . . " His eyes went to his mate who could barely open her eyes but tried to raise her finger towards the baby. "Her. . " She croaked out.

"Leave her," the exiled Vampire prince snarled, "she's barely into consciousness, do not listen to her. Think about it yourself, Alpha King, who do you want to protect, the mother or the child? If you let the mother die you will never have a mate again as second chance mates are frankly very rare and no one can bare the child of an Alpha." He tsked and glanced at the most little child he had ever seen in his life, "this one does not matter in front of the mate that is literally on the brink of death, so think carefully."

" Nh. . . He . .by. ." His mate replied immediately even though barely into this world and he understood. The thought of choosing between his child and his mate was horrifying and he did not know what to choose. Adeline was important but just as important was his baby also needed his support to survive.

"You need the baby." He rasped out, his voice thickened with emotions. The fight that was going on in the background was long forgotten as he concentrated at the three people in front of him. "You advocate to save my mate because you need my child." He concluded.

The man grinned with glee.

He turned toward his one who was barely keeping consciousness with her. She was losing it and so was he.

As a mate and wolf he could not let a vital part of his life go away which was Adeline and as the king and a father, he could not lead a mad man take away his child for some Sick sacrifices that would bring back the dead.

Both were at war.