A Bounty Hunter's Bundle

Spiteful Revenge

Lincoln had been crying non-stop for the entire day. He was so dramatic about it, Katarin hadn't even gotten upset when he had lashed out and clawed the king across the face. Valkyrie was alive. VALKYRIE WAS ALIVE. And his mate was going to save him one day. He had saw the jagged wound lines, but the warrior was on his feet. The warrior had came in the night to him.

Lincoln knew no way in hell was he imagining things. Valkyrie had kissed his forehead and it was to real to be fake. After a long moment the warrior looked furiously at Lincoln's belly and snarled--and from what Lincoln knew spirits didn't feel like that or show such vicious emotion.

He knew Valkyrie would have spoke if it were not for Katarin having his arm thrown over the Bounty Hunter and snoring ever so softly. His face read though I will come back, and that he was going to kill Katarin. Judging from the way his look was, he was going to take a long time in torturing the king for knocking Lincoln up.

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That had been a month ago leaving the poor Bounty Hunter to now have to deal with morning sickness and fatigue. Worse yet he had a little bump, that Katarin just couldn't get over. Again the king was snuggling his face into Lincoln stomach, and the Bounty Hunter wanted to vomit. He hated the king, with every fiber of his being.

He just had no weapons and wasn't going to ever be around them. Lincoln had already tried using his hands but Katarin was much stronger and agile, and not pregnant either--though Lincoln wasn't going to let that stop him. The only reason Katarin didn't hurt Lincoln for nearly strangling him to death during his sleep was the fact he had accidently kicked Lincoln in the stomach and the Bounty Hunter had actually screamed in agony. Of course everything that Katarin was going to do to him melted from his mind as he picked Lincoln up and rushed him to the medics--despite the Bounty Hunters thrashing and spitting of curses.

"I want to play fight," Lincoln finally stated, which was a thing Katarin had allowed him to do. Which meant he could try and beat the shit out of the high lord for fun. Katarin just let him, because for one Lincoln never had severely hurt him no matter how hard he tried and two, the king thought it was in Lincoln's best interest to let out some pent up anger.

"Darling, no." Katarin spit, and Lincoln smacked him upside the head. Katarin snarled and raised his hand to back hand the smaller man but stopped himself.

"Don't call me that," Lincoln snarled, "I have to put up with you enough, and you're going to kill me anyway but make it easier on me and don't fucking talk to me like I actually like you, you sick demeneted bastard!"

The smaller man was shocked to see hurt in the king's eyes, but with a harsh glare Katarin was on his feet. "You are pushing me over the line!" he screamed, "Show me some respect!"

"In what form?" Lincoln spit back, rising to his feet only to be shoved back onto the bed, "You knocked me up! You killed my mate! You kill him!" Without warning tears spewed down Lincolns face and he threw a pillow at the king. "I hate you! You don't fucking deserve a thing!"

Katarin strode across the room, and left, slamming and locking the door shut behind him. Lincoln glowered and crossed his arms. The room was windowless, and there was no way out. Not even in the bathroom.

He dropped to the ground at once and began doing pushups, which was to be followed by pull ups by hanging onto the metal bed frame, and then a steady jog across the massive cobblestone room. Just because he was in Katarin's clutches did not mean he was going to grow weak, let alone forget his fighting skills--to bad the king had removed anything that could be used as a weapon. Even the chairs were all firmly planted into the room and no legs could be broken off.

Without warning the hairs on the back of his neck rose and he threw himself out of pushup position by doing a forward roll to his feet. He spun around hands ready and feet spread apart to fight. It. Was. Valkyrie.

His gorgeous blue eyed mate, was drenched in sweat but immediately pulled him into a hug. "Linky...oh my baby how I have waited for you."

"Where have you been!?" Lincoln nearly screeched, and began sobbing into Valkyrie's firm chest, "I thought you were dead!"

"No, but nearly."

"How did you get in here!?"

"I've been wedged under the bathtub, in the drywall underneath, for over a day and a half. Waiting to get you alone," the warrior replied kissing Lincoln viciously as though he were going to disappear at any moment.

"What of my babies?" Lincoln sputtered.

"Oh Link, they are starting to walk...." Valkyrie sputtered back, cupping the Bounty Hunter's face in his hands. After a few more kisses he dropped his hold and lifted up Lincoln's shirt. The Bounty Hunter winced as Valkyrie gave a growling noise and placed a warm hand on his stomach.

"If this wasn't caused by rape, I'd have half the want to rip it from your body!" He snarled, his grip tightening around the small form. Lincoln whimpered, and dug his nails into Valkyrie's forearm as a warning. The warrior at once let go and swooped him back up into a hug.

"I will solve this for you, I am better now, I will kill Katarin."

"No," Lincoln snarled.

"What!?" The warrior screeched, "I am your fucking mate! This isn't my baby!"

"Shut up!" Lincoln snapped back, then kissed Valkyrie's neck, and met his gaze as he wrapped his legs around the warrior's torso, and sneered up at him--happy beyond words to be in the warrior's loving arms. "We do it my way, and it's going to involve an abortion tonic. The only way to make him really suffer is to watch his baby die...like he made me think mine had."

Valkyrie froze as he caught on and slowly, slowly a sneer grew on his face and he nodded, "But Linky, you know that means you have to...birth it in front of him, or close enough, and darling you know how painful it is."

"You will be there, and either way this fucking thing is coming out of my body. Whether it's today or later." 

"I will give you my heart for the pain, and my soul for the sympathy."

"I want to do this by tonight. Katarin leaves the door unlocked for night. He has posted soldiers all around outside because he knows I like to roam, and knows there is no way I can get out of the castle. They don't try and stop me but they...." Valkyrie stopped him with a kiss.

"I have it all down, remember I've been plotting this for ages. Tonight we will make him pay."

Lincoln sneered, "Tonight I also become king. The rightful king."