Chapter 223

“How are my two love birds doing?” King Thorvald asked, walking into the cell.

“She needs a bed,” King Lowe said, referring to Princess Freda that already looked uncomfortable with her swollen belly.

“Whose babies do you think she is carrying? Mine or yours?” King Thorvald asked, putting his ears to her belly, listening to the two babies’ heartbeat.

“Get away from her,” King Lowe growled, fighting against his restraints that have been secured to the wall again.

“Come,” King Thorvald compelled Princess Freda to follow him.

“Where are you taking her?” King Lowe demanded to know.

“Didn’t you just demand a bed for her? I am taking her to a bed, my bed,” King Thorvald chuckled.

“I am going to kill you!” King Lowe shouted.

“Not if I kill you first,” King Thorvald said, grabbing Princess Freda from behind, holding her in a chokehold, and rubbing his hands over her belly, “if these babies are yours, I will no longer have the need for you.”

Princess Freda doesn’t fight him, knowing if she could get out of the cell, she has a better chance of escaping.

Instead of taking Princess Freda to his own room, he took her to one of the connecting cells where he made it more suitable for a woman in her state.

‘Dammit, I was hoping I will get out of this tower,’ she thought as King Thorvald shoved her into the cell.

“Where is Phoebe?” Princess Freda demanded to know.

“I am assuming well. The last time I saw her, she was also expecting. I tell you what; after I f*ck you; I will go check in on her and if you are a good girl, I might even bring her over to keep you company,” King Thorvald said, sweeping a strand of hair away from her face.

“Fine,” Princess Freda agreed.

“Really? You are not going to fight me?” King Thorvald asked, surprised that she agreed so easily.

“Yes,” Princess Freda said, reaching out to undo his pants, but he grabbed her hand.

“You smell terrible. Your werewolf might be into the mess you are, but not me,” King Thorvald said, pulling her towards a large, galvanized steel oval tub that has already been prepared for her in the room.

King Thorvald stood there and watch her bath and, when she was done, he helped her get out and dried her off before walking her to the bed to have s*x with her. King Thorvald could not hear King Lowe screaming in anger, but Princess Freda could hear him loud and clear in her mind.

‘F*cking kill him already,’ King Lowe demanded.

‘And risk losing our children?’ Princess Freda objected in a mind link, standing on all fours while King Thorvald had his way with her.

When King Thorvald was finally done with her, he got up and put his pants back on.

“I hope you will be true and bring Phoebe,” Princess Freda reminded him.

King Thorvald ignored her, but before sunrise the next morning, he did arrive with Phoebe and locked her up with Princess Freda. “no funny business,” he said before walking out, leaving the door open.

Shysie walked in with a tray that has two plates of food.

“How can you do this?” Phoebe demanded to know.

Shysie grabbed Phoebe by her hair, and brought her to her face. “shift into your wolf form.”

“What! No! It will kill her baby!” Princess Freda shouted.

Phoebe fell to the ground, her bones breaking, re-shaping, crying, “Stop it, please.”

“That is the whole idea,” Shysie said, looking at Princess Freda heartlessly.

“You are a monster,” Princess Freda cried, falling to Phoebe's side, not knowing how to help her.

Shysie shut the door behind her.

“Stop shifting,” Princess Freda tried to compel her and Phoebe seemed to stop, panting out of breath, half shifted, resembling something close to what King Lowe looked like when he shifted on full moons.

‘What is going on?’ King Lowe mind linked Princess Freda.

Princess Freda explained to him what was happening.

‘Her baby will never survive. You can not leave her half-shifted,’ King Lowe told her.

Princess Freda saw blood coming from between Phoebe’s legs. “She is losing the baby.”

“Shift back to your human form,” she compelled Phoebe, and slowly Phoebe shifted into her human form, grabbing her belly, clawing at it from the pain, and crying.

“I am so sorry,” Princess Freda said, holding Phoebe while she screamed in pain.

‘Bite her; it will help make the pain less if she is intoxicated,’ King Lowe suggested.

Princess Fredda was crying herself but knew he was right, so she started to bite Phoebe several times, and soon Phoebe relaxed.

‘The baby is coming out,’ Princess Freda mind linked King Lowe.

‘Is there anything you can wrap it in? She shouldn’t have to see her baby like that,’ he mind links her back.

Princess Freda looked around and took a bedsheet off the bed and after the baby and the placenta were delivered, she warped it up before helping Phoebe to the oval tub to wash her off. Phoebe was still intoxicated, so she was not registering what was going on while Princess Fey bathed here.  After bathing her, she dried her off and helped her to the bed where she got in with her, wrapping her arm around Phoebe.

‘What am I going to do when she wakes up?’ Princess Freda mind linked King Lowe.

‘You will compel her to forget that she was ever pregnant,’ King Lowe mind linked her.

‘That is not fair,’ Princess Freda objected.

‘It won’t be fair either to leave her in this pain,’ King Lowe mind linked back wishing he could be compelled to forget the children he lost in the supernatural war so that he does not have to suffer the heartache anymore. 

When Phoebe woke up, she went hysterical, wanting to hold her dead baby, and it made Princess Freda realize that King Lowe was right, so she compelled Phoebe to forget that she was pregnant.

“What on earth happened here?” Phoebe asked, calm, with no memory of being pregnant or losing the baby.

“A human girl died, but she has been taken away,” Princess Freda lied.

“My head feels fuzzy. I know why I am here, but there are gaps,” Phoebe said.

“King Thorvald must have compelled you,” Princess Freda added.

“I feel tired. Come to rest with me,” Princess Freda suggests, laying down on the bed.

“I can’t believe you are pregnant. Who is the father? King Thorvald?” Phoebe asked.

“I hope not,” Princess Freda said.

They lay in silence for a while before starting to talk about an escape plan and soon, they fell asleep with no action plan. When they woke up, the tub, baby, and food tray were removed.

“Come, let’s make ourselves dressed by wrapping the bedsheets around us,” Phoebe suggested.

“That is a great plan,” Princess Freda said, completely having forgotten that they are naked since she got so used to it.

While wrapping the bedsheets around them, Phoebe looked at her belly which was still swollen. “I think I might be pregnant as well, but I cannot hear a heartbeat. Put your ear to my belly and tell me,” Phoebe said.

Instead of putting her ear to Phoebe’s belly, Princess Freda compelled her, “To your eyes, your belly is flat.”

After both of them made them some made-shift dresses from the bedsheets, they ate eagerly.

‘I feel bad eating without you,’ Princess Freda mind linked King Lowe, knowing that he has not had food for over a week.

‘Don’t worry about me, my love, think about the babies,’ King Lowe mind linked her back, his hunger pains growing at the idea of Princess Freda eating, but he does his best to hide it from her.

‘I wonder why King Thorvald had her carry the baby for six months only to kill it,’ Princess Freda mind linked King Lowe.

‘Maybe he doesn’t know that, that Shysie b*tch did it,’ he mind linked her.

‘Why would she do it through?’ Princess Freda wondered.

‘All vampires secretly hate the royals, and she was carrying one of their children,’ King Lowe informed her.

‘She is my aunt. I am her blood and flesh. Why is she doing this to me?’ Princess Freda mind linked.

‘Let us just hope she does not compel you to shift,’ King Lowe mind linked.

After they ate, Princess Freda noticed the bloodstains on Phoebe’s made-shift dress, “you must have your periods. I wonder if they will bring you some cloth.”

“They better,” Phoebe said, slightly embarrassed. “I have never bled this much. I wonder what is going on with my body,” Phoebe looked at the bloodstain.

“Your body must be changing,” Princess Freda suggested.

“Hey, guard! I need sanitary cloth!” Phoebe banged against the door.

“He can not hear you,” Princess Freda informed her.

“Guess we will have to wait for that b*tch to bring us some food again,” Phoebe said.

“Or for King Thorvald to come f*ck me,” Princess Freda said, disgusted at the idea.

“What? He has s*x with you while you are pregnant?” Phoebe asked, shocked at the idea.

“Yeah, all the time, and the worst part of all, I can not even shut my mind from my mate,” Princess Freda explained.

“You have a mate again?” Phoebe asked, excited.

“Yeah, but he is not a Lycan. His kind can’t hide from their fated mates,” Princess Freda said.

“His kind?” Phoebe asked, interested, as she didn’t know that they can be mated with different species.

Princess Freda was about to explain when the door opened.

King Thorvald looked at Phoebe and thought, ‘So it is true, she lost the f*cking baby.’ He was about to leave when Phoebe stopped him. “I need sanitary cloth.”

King Thorvald looked at her, his face filled with disgust, before leaving. Soon enough, Shysie came with the sanitary cloth and some underwear.

“Does my father know that I am here?” Princess Freda asked and, as expected, she didn’t get an answer.

Once Shysie left, Phoebe had an idea. “Can’t you mind link your father?”

“I have tried, but I am not getting through,” Princess Freda said.

“What a bumbler,” Phoebe said, disappointed.

Over the next few weeks, they wrecked their heads, trying to think of a way to escape, and soon a full moon was upon them again.

‘Honey are you ok?’ Princess Freda asked, knowing King Lowe hated shifting when it was a full moon when he was in silver shackles as it hurted him even more.

‘The moon has not reached the tower yet,’ King Lowe mind linked.

While still mind linking with King Lowe, the door to their cell opens and in comes, King Theo, “come it is time to put a baby in your belly again.”

“Again?” Phoebe asks confused.

King Thorvald ignored her stupidity and walks her over to King Lowe’s cell.