𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Kai Parker's little sister, Elizabeth after escaping her prison world, sleeps with the only vampire that can procreate, just her luck. Being pregnant with a miracle child, what a joke.
[Klaus Mikaelson]
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Elizabeth sat upstairs in the lounge with Klaus, Hayley, and Jackson, and the tension in the room was thick enough to slice with a blade.
Klaus and Jackson clearly couldn't stand each other. The constant flexing of alpha energy and unspoken challenges hung heavy in the air, and Elizabeth could already tell that she and Hayley were going to have to play peacemakers again. Honestly, the whole thing was exhausting. The testosterone-laced territorialism was so old-school.
And as if the chest-thumping weren't enough, Klaus was especially volatile lately—and understandably so. Kol's death still haunted him, and with their daughter's life under threat thanks to his deranged aunt and his undead, revenge-obsessed father, Klaus was operating on a hair-trigger. His paranoia had always been bad—but now? It was dialed up to eleven.
"It's time to use our werewolf army," Klaus said, voice sharp and commanding. "Finn and the woman who calls herself my sister are in this city. The wolves can help us pinpoint their location."
Jackson didn't miss a beat. "No. We need all hands on deck here with the twins."
Klaus's jaw clenched visibly. His eyes flicked wide in irritation, the way they always did just before things got dangerous. "Nik, you can compel humans to track your enemies," Jackson added.
Elizabeth blinked. Nik?
Her gaze snapped to Hayley, silently asking, Did he really just call him Nik? That name was sacred territory—used by family, not rivals. If Jackson had a death wish, he was checking every box.
Klaus's voice was low and deadly. "Do my ears deceive me, or did you just give me an order in my home?"
"This isn't about your ego, Klaus," Jackson snapped back. "It's about what's best for that little girl."
"Guys, chill—" Elizabeth tried, but her voice was drowned out by Klaus's sharp retort.
"How dare you question my intentions for my daughter?" Klaus practically roared, his fury laced with pain and defensiveness.
Elizabeth groaned under her breath, muttering, "I'm so done with this toxic masculinity."
But deep down, she understood Klaus's rage. Jackson was challenging his role as a father, and that was a wound Klaus didn't know how to ignore. Parenting was something they were both still figuring out—improvising, really, with no proper examples of their own. But Klaus had done his best. They both had. And when it came to Kolina, neither of them could afford to be anything less than fiercely protective. Especially now.
She shot Hayley a pleading look. Do something before Klaus rips Jackson's throat out.
Finally, Hayley stepped in, her voice calm but firm. "Jack, Klaus is right. Finn's body disappeared from the morgue, which means he either survived that explosion, or Freya's strong enough to revive him. Either way, we're not finding them unless we send our best out there."
