A Bounty Hunter's Bundle

Alive

Valkyrie did not die. No one came to check if he truly was dead so a servant was able to save him. The wound in his chest was atrocious after waiting a day and a half. Luckily the way he had fallen saved him from bleeding out--but not from infection.

The wound stunk and burned and it caused him to fade in and out of consciousness. The whole time though he couldn't stop smelling Lincoln, and Katarin's scent wafting. They were still here. His mate was still being held captive.

"Please...my twins...." Valkyrie begged and a moment later his little twin daughters were placed on his chest. The servant sat down beside him with a smile.

"They are in good hands."

"Who is here?"

"You and I and them. I'm sorry my lord I have to keep cloth over their mouth, they have to remain quiet."

"What of my Link?"

"Katarin and him are in the palace. The king..." the servant gagged, "Mates him non-stop even though it is clear he isn't cycling. This morning the poor lad...had to ride him all through breakfast."

"H-h-how long have I been out?"

"A week."

"Bring me his shirt." The servant frowned but nodded and quietly snuck out. It was a hell of a long time before she returned and when she did, the warrior started sobbing.

He could smell it. Smell the milky warm scent all over Lincoln's shirt no matter how much of Katarin's disgusting scent ranked over it. His Lincoln was pregnant. Pregnant with another man's baby. And he couldn't even do anything. Valkyrie started crying harder as he held his precious twins, Lilith and Clarabell.

******

Katarin kissed Lincoln's stomach for the tenth time, "My little baby," he cooed rubbing the muscle carved abdomen. Lincoln snarled. He was out of cuffs, but he had given up trying to fight. He was to lethargic to even try anything. It was a no brainer what was going on inside his body. His lower stomach was hot to the touch and distended. He was pregnant. As if his cramps, and hot swings didn't indicate it, his raging hormones weren't helping. The first month was always the toughest.

"I'm gonna be a father," Katarin purred, nuzzle Lincoln's belly again. The Bounty Hunter just growled. The king laid between his legs, his face against the Bounty Hunter's stomach. A thing Valkyrie did--and it nearly brought tears to his eyes.

"Stop growling," the king finally snapped, "You are going to be a mother and start acting like it."

Lincoln stared him down, with a deadly lethal look. Katarin knew he always had to watch his back. He just gave a snort, "Today, actually any minute we will be taking precautions to ensure this little guy is a boy."

"I'm going to kill you..." Lincoln growled again, but Katarin wouldn't dare smack or lay a hand on him anymore--because of the baby in his belly.

Katarin gave him an evil smile, "I doubt you'll get the chance, and besides, once this little fella comes ripping out of you, you are as good as dead. He's gonna be a big boy, no doubt do a lot of damage." Lincoln resisted a shiver as Katarin continued. "The medic's not gonna help you much either, other than getting him out of you alive."

"You are a cruel bastard."

"Oh darling if you wanna live just tell me so...just learn to love me," Katarin's face softened.

"Go to hell," Lincoln spit, knowing very well his body would just continue to be used for babies. That he wouldn't be loved like Valkyrie had loved him and that he would never love this man back. The man who had ruined his life and killed his family.

"Gladly, but first I must pressure you, do you want anything?"

"Stop screwing me," Lincoln snarled, "Or you could scar your damn child." To his surprise Katarin nodded, then nuzzled his stomach again.

Lincoln threw his head back, and groaned, before putting a hand to his forehead. In addition to Katarin never laying a hand on him anymore, the king was over caring, never left his side, always was trying to force feed him, and just do his very best to make Lincoln comfortable--which meant absolutely no free will or ability to exercise, his muscles were already weakening. It was unbearable. Lincoln just wanted to cram a blade into Katarin's neck. Only Valkyrie could baby him.

"Katarin..." Lincoln began his mind hatching a plan.

"What?"

"You need to let me exercise. It will be good for the baby, my hormone levels, and I won't try and snap your neck as much."

"I suppose after the medic see's you..." Katarin replied slowly, "But nothing to intense and you better not leave my sight."

*****

"Help me get better...please..." Valkyrie sobbed, "I have to....have to save him."

"Your body, though fully fae, isn't going to be healed for a while. That dagger almost pierced your heart," Carlo replied softly--how he snuck into the teeming with guards palace Valkyrie had no idea how.

"Please....please Lincoln's pregnant," Valkyrie pleaded back, his tears unstoppable. "And I can't do anything! I'm his mate! His expendable mate! And I let Katarin take him! Rape him! Knock him up!"

"The best thing  you can do is form a plan while you rest. I promise you, you will get to save Lincoln but you can't do it alone..."

"Help me then."

"Lasandra is already on it....just care for your twins, and just keep strong. Lincoln isn't going away, not until he at least hits a month possibly his first trimester. Katarin really is making sure the pregnancy is going to be smooth and that his baby is going to be healthy and strong and at no risk. Have hope dear child, have hope..." Carlo murmured.