The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Lyanna’s POV

The quiet hum of magic surrounded me as I sat by Sophia’s bedside, watching her chest rise and fall in slow, shallow breaths. The lightening of the room was dim and I was very exhausted, but I couldn’t leave her side. Not now.

Sophia had been through hell, and though her physical wounds were healing, there was a darkness that clung to her spirit. I could sense it in the way her aura flickered, unstable and bruised. I had done everything I could to stabilize her, but the damage inflicted by her captors went deeper than mere flesh. It was as if they had tried to break her from the inside out.

But there was something else, something I hadn’t noticed before. A faint scent lingered in the air, just barely detectable over the usual metallic tang of blood and the earthy smell of herbs. It was… different. New. I frowned, my senses sharpening as I inhaled again, trying to pinpoint it.

What is that? It wasn’t anything I’d smelled on her before, nor did it belong to the werewolves who had attacked. It was sweet, almost floral, yet there was an undercurrent of something more primal. Something deeper.

I leaned closer to Sophia, careful not to disturb her, and whispered a spell under my breath, sending a wave of magic through the air, searching for any abnormalities. My heart began to race as I felt something shift, something deep within her that responded to my magic.

“Impossible…” I murmured, sitting back in my chair, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks.

No. It couldn’t be.

I cast the spell again, more carefully this time, making sure to examine every detail of the response. There was no mistaking it. There was something growing inside her. A second heartbeat—faint, but undeniably there.

Sophia was pregnant.

My hands trembled slightly as I withdrew them from the air, the spell dissipating like smoke around me. The shock of the discovery buzzed in my mind, racing through every possible outcome. This wasn’t just any pregnancy. This was something far more dangerous, far more powerful. Sophia wasn’t just any vampire; she was tied to an ancient prophecy. And now, the child she carried could either unite or destroy everything.

And the fact that she was one of those vampires who could breed… No one was expecting this about her. This was going to cause a lot of trouble.

I had to be sure. I couldn’t act on a mere assumption, no matter how strong the signs were. I reached for my bag, pulling out a small vial of enchanted water, the surface glowing faintly in the candlelight. A few drops would confirm what I suspected. I whispered another spell, allowing the droplets to hover above Sophia’s skin before sinking into her body.

The water rippled, responding to the life within her, and the faint glow brightened for just a moment before fading away. My suspicions were confirmed.

Sophia was undeniably pregnant.

But how long had it been? And more importantly, what did this mean for her? For Ian? The child of a vampire, especially one of Sophia’s lineage, wasn’t just another life entering the world. It could mean the fulfillment of a prophecy, the rise of a power none of us were prepared to face. The council would want to know. Ian would have to know, but—

Ian.

My breath hitched in my throat as I thought of him, of the way he had been spiraling since Sophia’s capture, his rage barely kept in check. This news would change everything for him. It would be a lifeline, perhaps, something to pull him out of the darkness he’d been sinking into. But it would also put them in even more danger.

If the council found out, if they knew… They’d already viewed Sophia as a potential threat because of her lineage. Now, with a child—especially Ian’s child—there was no telling what they would do.

I stood, pacing the small room, my mind racing. I had to tell Ian, but the timing had to be right. Right now, Sophia needed rest, needed time to recover, and Ian needed to stay focused on protecting her, not distracted by this new development.

But I couldn’t keep this from him for long. The council was already watching closely, and they had spies everywhere. If anyone else caught wind of this before I could help Ian and Sophia prepare…

I rubbed my temples, trying to push back the headache forming from the weight of all these thoughts. I needed more information. The prophecy had been vague — it didn’t give much details — but now that this new layer had been revealed, I would need to dive deeper into the old texts, consult every source I could find.

This child could either bring salvation or devastation, and we had to be prepared for either outcome.

I turned back to Sophia, her face still pale, but the tension in her expression had softened. She was strong, stronger than she knew, and she would need every bit of that strength for what was coming next.

Taking a deep breath, I moved closer to her again, sitting by her bedside. Gently, I placed my hand on her arm, sending another wave of calming magic through her body, reinforcing her healing and giving her peace for now. She would need her rest.

“Rest now, Sophia,” I whispered. “There’s a storm coming, but we’ll face it together.”

As I sat there, watching over her, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this discovery was only the beginning. This child—this life growing inside Sophia—was a part of a plan…of something that had been set in motion years ago. A change was coming, and none of us could stop it. All we could do was prepare, to stand ready for what was to come. Because I was sure that there were a lot of people that will be against this.

And when the time came, I would protect them both. No matter what it took.