Blood and Prophecy ║ 18+ (Ménage)

The Summit (Part 2)

Luca's POV
"O, draga mea. Mi-ai lipsit atat de mult. Nu știi cât de mizerabilă a fost viața noastră fără tine în ea," my father said in Romanian, holding Valeria in his embrace. (Oh, my darling. I missed you so much. You don't know how miserable our life was without you in it.)

Valeria was wearing a purple dress that stopped on her knees with puff sleeves covering her shoulder. Her brown hair flowed down on her back, making her look effortlessly beautiful. The only jewelry she had was her necklace and the bangle bracelet that Damian gifted her. I had to scold Damian slightly this morning since he refused to wear a suit. The Summit was seen as an official gathering of high-ranking individuals. Therefore, it would be seen as an insult if we didn't dress properly. After hearing my explanation, Damian reluctantly obliged. He was dressed with a navy suit and white shirt underneath it. I had to adjust my boner when I first saw him walking like goddamn model. Thankfully, my focus immediately shifted as Valeria informed me that the car was ready for us. I had my suspicion that she knew I was about to get dirty with Damian if she didn't interfere.

"Si tu mi-ai lipsit. Mulțumesc că ai grijă de Luca," Valeria responded softly, returning his embrace. (I missed you too. Thank you for taking care of Luca.)

"Pentru puțin. El este fiul meu până la urmă," my father replied before switching to English to address Damian after he finally satisfied holding her, "And this must be Damian, correct?" (Don't mention it. He is my son after all).

"C-correct, Sir — I mean Your Majesty," Damian answered with a slightly widened eyes.

God damn it, I heard Damian grumbled to himself. My father chuckled at Damian's nervous state before pulling him into a hug. I smiled warmly at the sight in front of me. I could never be more grateful in my life that I had a happy family. Unlike Valeria, my father had always showered me and my brother with love. He was feared because of his torture methods for traitors, but he was also respected because he was a wise king. Growing up, he never lay a finger on me or my brother. Our mother would definitely leave my father if that ever happened. She was a fierce human at that time who didn't wish to be a vampire, and my father had no heart to forced her. So she eventually passed away due to her old age in 1794 at the age of 83. I missed her immensely.

"You are my son's beloved," my father's voice broke my muse, "so now, you are also a part of the family. Call me Vasile. "

"Thank you, Vasile. I appreciate it," Damian genuinely said.

After another round of hugs for Valeria from my dearest brothers, we decided to take notes important thing that needed to be addressed in the Summit. We had to convince them to use every man's power they had to find Graves and Jane. And even if they didn't want to, I got some tricks on my sleeves that would surely make them obeyed to our wishes. I was in no mood for doing dirty work. However, if they didn't want it easy, I would gladly give them the hard way.

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Damian's POV
We were in the mansion, in the meeting to be exact. The room that filled with supernatural leaders from around the world. Luca informed me about each people  that entered the room one by one through our bond, while Valeria was holding my hand. Her thumb was brushing my knuckles. I could tell she was doing it to give me some comfort, which worked quite well, considering I was in a room with the higher up people that could snap my neck in less than five seconds.

My eyes scanned the room as I tried to recite their name and their rank in my mind. It was important for me to remember them in case I was going to be on debate with them. One of them intrigued me though. It was Evander King — the Alpha King of Lycans and Werewolves. He had the kind of dark aura around him, yet it didn't feel malicious. His aura was simply... dark.