All Legends In One

Prologue

Prologue

Third POV...

The couple sat in the living room of their castle, basking in each other's presence while the man lightly strokes his wife's pregnant stomach with gentle care and unconditional love. They were both having a break from all of the stress and responsibilities that were on their shoulders, right now, they were just a normal couple that were enjoying an evening together beside the fireplace. 

Being King and Queen of the Werewolf kingdom wasn't easy, especially with everything happening with the whole race, rogues are acting up because of the Warlocks that were wreaking havoc all throughout the lands, and them being the leaders of all packs of a full species just adds to the weight of everything. 

It wasn't easy. The life of royalty wasn't as easy as it was put out to be. The responsibilities. The pressure. The paperwork. The weights that were put on their shoulders. Everything was absolutely horrible, nothing was right and everything was collapsing on them. 

But they wouldn't want anyone else to have it with, as long as they had each other then everything was absolutely perfect, they couldn't ask for more or dare even think what life would be if they were just a normal pair of mates.

Especially with the little one on the way, Emily would pop at any given moment now, all they had to do is wait for the moment it would happen.

They were both nervous and excited. They've been trying to get pregnant for as long as they can remember and now that Emily has finally conceived, they were ecstatic to finally have a symbol of their love for each other. Something that was a product of both of them loving each other. Something that they can share their joy with.

A little child.

The one that will bring them uncontained joy no matter what they would be going through. It was the last piece to have their happy family, it was all just a vision before. But now, it can finally be a reality, how much they were happy about that can't be explained in simple words, it was such a feeling of absolute joy that was indescribable.

The Queen of Werewolves laid beside the king of her heart, cuddling into his side as he stroked her pregnant belly and played with the tips of her obsidian hair, it was such a nice feeling that she didn't want to stop feeling. Being contented.

A feeling she thought she felt before but only got a taste of it. She did feel happy with John, and he made her feel like she was the only person in the world. He treated her like a Goddess, worshipped the ground she walked in and gave her all the kisses and hugs and affection that she wanted at any moment in the day. But she never felt complete, she felt like there was a void inside her heart that can only be filled by a child of her own.

They had considered adopting for years, but it didn't feel right, so they kept trying instead.

And they were so happy that they waited, if they didn't, she felt like it wouldn't have been the same feeling she was experiencing today. For her, a child that they took in was something special, but a child that they made with their love was something that was so much more remarkable. If they had adopted, she knew that she would still love that child, but not as much as she would love a child of her own DNA. A child of her own being that loved her unconditionally and depended on her with everything they had in them.

"Do you need anything, dear?" The King asked his Queen in concern, feeling extra protective and extra paranoid that she was hiding her wants so she wouldn't bother him.