The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Ian’s POV

I sat in my office, the cold stone walls of the vampire realm closing in on me. The thought of everything that had happened was heavy on my mind, making it hard to focus. Sophia was still recovering, and the search for her had left me ragged. My body had healed from the werewolf attack, but my mind hadn’t. I couldn’t stop seeing her—bloodied, broken, almost dead. The rage I had unleashed on her captors hadn’t been enough. Nothing would ever be enough.

A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I straightened, sensing Lyanna’s presence even before she stepped into the room.

“Lyanna,” I said, trying to mask my exhaustion. “What is it?”

She hesitated, which wasn’t like her. Normally, she’d stride in with her usual confidence, ready to drop whatever cryptic knowledge she had in store. But this time, something was different. There was an intensity in her eyes that made my stomach clench.

“We need to talk, Ian,” she said softly, closing the door behind her. She didn’t sit, instead standing across from me, her hands clasped tightly in front of her.

I could feel the tension radiating from her, and I frowned. “What’s going on?”

“It’s about Sophia,” she began, her voice low. “There’s… something you need to know.”

Every muscle in my body tensed. I thought the worst—maybe she wasn’t healing as fast as we thought, maybe there were lasting effects from the torture. My mind raced through a hundred possibilities, each more horrific than the last.

“What is it?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. “Is she alright?”

Lyanna’s gaze softened, but there was a heaviness there that only made my anxiety worse. “She’s fine,” she assured me, but there was a tone in her voice that told me something bigger was coming. “Physically, she’s healing as well as can be expected, but… Ian, there’s something else.”

I leaned forward, my hands gripping the edge of my desk. “Just say it, Lyanna.”

She took a breath, her eyes meeting mine. “Sophia is pregnant.”

The words hit me like a sledgehammer to the chest. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I just stared at her, my mind blank. Did I hear that right? Pregnant?

“No… that’s not possible,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “How—”

“It’s very possible, Ian,” Lyanna interrupted, her voice steady but gentle. “I’ve confirmed it. There’s no doubt. Sophia is carrying your child.”

My heart pounded in my chest, the shock sending me reeling. Pregnant. Sophia was pregnant. I felt like I’d been punched in the gut, and the room seemed to tilt around me. I gripped the desk harder, trying to steady myself.

“How… how long have you known?” I asked, my voice strained.

“Not long,” she said, her eyes watching me carefully. “I discovered it while watching over her. I wanted to be sure before I told you.”

A thousand thoughts crashed through my mind at once, none of them making any sense. How could this happen? Vampires couldn’t just conceive like humans. It was very rare. There were rules, boundaries, and yet… here we were.

I shook my head, trying to understand. Even though Sophia was from an ancient bloodline, she just got turned…there’s no way she could be able to bear my child.

A child. My child. Sophia was carrying my child.

The realization hit me all over again, and I sank back in my chair, running a hand through my hair. This wasn’t just any child. This was… this was something that could change everything. Sophia’s lineage, the prophecy—it all came flooding back, colliding with the fact that now, there was an actual life involved.

“Does she know?” I asked, my voice thick with emotion.

Lyanna shook her head. “Not yet. She’s been through so much, and I didn’t want to overwhelm her while she’s still recovering. I thought it best to tell you first.”

I nodded, trying to process everything. How the hell was I going to tell Sophia? How could I even begin to explain this to her when I didn’t fully understand it myself? The responsibility, the danger—it was all too much. But I couldn’t fall apart now. I had to hold it together. For her. For the child.

“We have to keep this quiet,” I said finally, my voice low. “If the Council finds out, they’ll see this as a threat.”

Lyanna nodded. “I agree. They already view Sophia with suspicion. If they knew she was carrying your child—especially with her lineage—it would only make things worse.”

I clenched my fists, the thought of those old, power-hungry vampires getting their hands on Sophia or our child sending a surge of protectiveness through me. I wouldn’t let them touch her. I’d burn the whole realm to the ground before I let them hurt her.

“But they’ll find out eventually,” I said, my voice bitter. “We can’t hide it forever.”

“No, we can’t,” Lyanna admitted. “But we need time. Time to figure out what this means and how to protect them both.”

I rubbed a hand over my face, exhaustion seeping in. “This changes everything.”

“It does,” she said softly. “But it doesn’t have to be a bad thing, Ian. This child—Sophia—they’re important. And you know that.”

I knew it all too well. The prophecy, the ancient power in Sophia’s bloodline—it was all connected, and now it was all so much more complicated. But even as the weight of it pressed down on me, I couldn’t ignore the small flicker of hope buried beneath the fear. A child. Our child.

This changed everything. And Sophia would he so relieved to know about this.

“I’ll protect them,” I said, my voice hardening with resolve. “No matter what.”

Lyanna smiled faintly. “I know you will. But we’ll need a plan. We need to be smart about this.”

I nodded, forcing myself to focus. There was no time for panic or doubt. Not when so much was at stake. “We’ll keep it between us for now. Once Sophia is stronger, I’ll tell her. But no one else can know.”

“Agreed,” Lyanna said. “I’ll do what I can to keep the council off your back, but you need to be careful. They’re watching you closely, and any slip-up could put them all in danger.”

“I won’t let that happen,” I said. I wouldn’t fail Sophia again. Not after everything she’d already been through.

As Lyanna turned to leave, I stayed in my chair, my mind still racing. Sophia. Pregnant. It was almost too much to comprehend. But I knew one thing. I would fight for her, for our child, with everything I had. And nothing, not the council, not the prophecy, not even the gods themselves, would take them away from me.