THE CERBERUS (paranorman mpreg)

I knew it!!!

Norman pov~

Dreams~

My stomach hurt to the point where I couldn't see beyond my hand, the darkness was all around me but it wasn't as comfortable as I thought it would be.

All I knew was that I was bleeding and I could feel a pool of cold liquid directly beneath me. My eyes watered as I withered in pain. "Help us, Please help us!!!" I shrieked as I held my hands over my ears and curled into myself. Every so often I would roll over  onto my back and arch forward, showing my soft underbelly to the sky.

Only the moon would know my sins and fate from now on, and the sun was never around.

The moon started to howl at the wolf near the pond and the world crumbled beneath its gaze as I lay twist  beneath a fern bush.

"Why can't you hear us!!!" I shouted into the universal nothingness until I couldn't feel my esophagus anymore and I yearned for more...

In metaphorical terms I would most likely be trapped, but I wasn't, I was completely free and that was the problem.

End of dream~

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH-"

              I woke up from my dream with a start, but I was paralyzed with fear and couldn't move from my bed.

The lights in my room had been on all night apparently. I could make out every object in the room, even with my disoriented vision.

The side of my face was sticky and my entire body was warm and clammy even though I could feel the cold air hitting my skin from all around me.

The smell of bacon penetrated my nose as I layed on what seemed to be a bed. The sheets were a white color with small splashes of black and white littering it all around.

"I see someone woke up from their little melt down , huh?" I heard a smooth and deep sarcastic voice ask. the person chuckled and I quickly turned towards them.

"Who the hell are- Michael! where are we!?" I gasped out surprisingly. I was so afraid, I didn't know where I was or who even brought me here.

If it hadn't of been Michael I could've been raped or better yet dead, people don't get off as easy as I did.

"What the fluff are you wearing!?" I shrieked in horror, it took every bone in my body not to laugh... and I failed.

The Michael stood directly in front of me was wearing a light pink and blue apron with white lace at its boarder. The apron had a top that covered his shirtless chest but I could still see the imprint of his nipples.

I hadn't seen that pack animals in a while though, I hadn't seen Alvin nor the men that had actually picked me up and brought me to the God forsaken place all day. I wasn't even in the same room as I use to be, I was in a room with light red walls and light gray carpeting. The bed was 10x the other beds size and so was the room.

 This room was fit for a king... but then again this was a castle. the room was too magnificent to express with Mere words... either that or I'm just lazy as hell.

There were double doors on the west end of the room with a large painting of a black haired young man with blue eyes hung near the light switch.

"Who's that, Mikey?" I wondered out loud looking back at his stone cold face.

"That? That right there is the Prince..." he pointed towards to paint and wiped his hands down the front of his apron.

"The prince of this castle!?"

"Yep, he's the prince all right..."

"hot damn he is sexy." Norman mumbled causing Michael to smirk. Norman hadn't meant for him to hear that, he was faithful to his Corey. He loved him way too much not to be, but that Prince was Damn near on fire.

"Corey Lucifer Riffin, the alpha of this very pack." Michael said, my breathe hitched and it felt like my heart had fallen through my ass.

"Corey Lucifer Riffin, as in my Corey Riffin?" I questioned, I had never been this panicked in my entire life. "Corey said nothing about a pack, he never mentioned werewolves, he never even mentioned his family aside from his sister and I never even got to meet her." I shrieked into Michaels ear unexpectedly.

"Our baby can't be a werewolf, I can't bring that into this world! I was barely able to handle the thought of bringing up a human child into this world!" I was hysterical, my face was a mask of a mixture of horror, shock, surprise and excitement.

I felt a strong and calloused hand bring its self down onto my shoulder and I glared down at the floor like it was one of my worst enemies.

I needed to call Corey...

authors note~

sorry it's shirt and took so long I just have a lot of other stories have to write including school and emotional issues. sorry.

-fluff in a plush cup tho. (meaning bye)