Dawn raised her eyebrows as she continued to stare at him with the same blank expression. "What do you know?"

"That you want to throw me out of the house with this money on my face!"

Dawn gritted her teeth. She got up from the bed, walked over to him and pulled his ear.

"Ouch! Ow!" Cole's face pinched in pain. "Leave me! What are you doing?"

"You twit! I will not let you leave this place until you are an adult and working!" She left his ear, which was red by now and hit him on his biceps. She was amazed as to how taut his biceps were under that white shirt he wore. Well, he was a rugby player after all.

"Oh!" he said as he rubbed his ear. "Then it's fine," he said as he jumped on her bed again and his body bobbed over it. He took a pillow and smiled at his sister.

"But obviously you gotta leave once you find a job and I do hope you find a spouse!"

Cole's laugh boomed in the room.

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Few days later Brenda was performing an ultrasound on Dawn. Dawn noticed that Brenda was looking buoyant ever since she had returned.

"Your babies are doing just fine," she said as pointed at them. "See how much they are kicking inside you!"

Dawn laughed. "You can't imagine what happens to me when the two of them kick inside my tummy. I am always hungry and I feel I have put on so much weight that soon I will look like a cow! Plus I don't even know what to name them. Daryn is not helping me. You should find names for the kids, please!" She blurted all out in one breath making Brenda laugh.

Once she settled, she said, "My dear Luna, the naming ceremony of the children will take place in Ulfric, which the Shaman shall perform. These kids are the heirs of the Silver Clan. Do you think it's a small affair? Every clan member will be present there in the naming ceremony and you should not be surprised if you get other powerful clan chiefs to come and start forming alliances with you in the name of giving their daughters or sons to you."

"What the hell!" Dawn jerked her head back. She was still reeling under the effects of Brantley being her daughter's mate and Brenda was talking about more of it. "Can't I get some rest? Why is it that the clans are so power hungry?" She sighed. "I need rest!"

Brenda clucked her tongue. "That you will never get! After all, our Alpha chose to marry you." She let out a soft laughter.

Her boyfriend walked in and he kissed her on the crown of her head. "What is going on?"

Brenda beamed a little more. "We are talking about Dawn's babies. Look at them. I think they are making bubbles from their mouths!"

He watched them and smiled. "One day we will have those," he said affectionately to Brenda.

Dawn left the hospital and reported to Daryn that all was fine. The babies were perfect.

"I am so happy! In a month's time, we are going to be parents!" said Daryn excitedly. He swiveled his chair and turned around to see Luna's Castle from his office.

"Did you get any news about Caleb?" she asked.

"Yes, he is planning on coming soon. I think he has finally convinced his mate. He said that she is a fine lass, just too stubborn."

Dawn tittered. "Suits him well!"

"Ah! And her name is Elize. He said that she knows you well!"

Dawn's mouth fell to the floor. She was walking inside the office and she stopped in her tracks. "Oh my God! Elize?" she said.

"Yes. Do you know her?" asked Daryn.

"Of course I know her. I mean if she is the same Elize—"

"Who plays golf?" Daryn completed her sentence.

"Yes! Shit! Fuck!" Dawn held her forehead. "She was the Captain of my team!" Dawn looked towards the ceiling and then closed her eyes. "Jesus! I want to meet her, like now!"

Daryn was surprised. "I will tell it to Caleb." He suspected that it could be the reason why Elize might have agreed to come with Caleb. She knew Dawn better than Caleb. However, he wondered about their mate bond. Didn't Elize feel anything about it?

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Redmont Castle

Kingdom of Wilyra

"My lord, you are so weak. You must suck blood from me. I am strong enough to provide you with it everyday!" said Emma as she stared at her husband, Lord Lazarus, also called Lord Lorza. He was looking so weak even after three weeks of continuously feeding him with blood from the blood slaves. Emma had been trying to convince him for a long time. Her breathtakingly beautiful husband had just been resurrected after staying in his grave for five hundred years. Most of his body was decayed when he came out.

Emma remembered how she had rushed to the altar as soon as Dawn gave her the necklace. She had chanted the spells and it took precisely fifteen minutes for him to break the stone of the altar and come out of it. "Emmmmaaaa!" he had bellowed looking towards the skies. Most of his body was decayed and there was pus around. Bones in his rib cage showed. Half of his face was still visible fine but the other half was a combination of bones, scrapped flesh and exposed eye socket.

She had shuddered inside out when she saw him. Her husband had resurrected only because of her. The moment he had come out, she had made him wear his necklace. The necklace recognized its owner and the magic started to flow out of it like tendrils of black smoke. It coiled around him and swirled violently as though he was the epicenter of a typhoon. When the magic cleared and only tufts remained, which touched him gently, Lazarus' body had regained its original form, but he was so weak that he had fallen on the ground like a frail, wounded man. His pale blond hair was falling over his shoulders and his forehead. His eyes, which were a bright red, always were a pale shade of grey. The man who looked like he could kill anyone with one stroke of hand was reduced to a weakling. His cheeks were hollow and he was so thin that it broke Emma's heart. She parthoned him to the Redmont Castle in the kingdom of Wilyra—their stronghold.

Lazarus was lying in his bedchamber. All the curtains were drawn. It was afternoon and Emma had made sure that not a single beam of light entered their room, lest their skin would start burning. He was covered with furs, which were stitched together to make them thicker.

He looked at her and beckoned her to come next to him. She sat next to him on the edge of the bed and removed her hair from the back to pull them over her left shoulder to expose her neck. He leaned forward and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He was so tempted to suck the blood from the vein that was strongest at that point that it took every ounce of his willpower to stop himself. He knew that if he did that, he would suck her dry. And that was the last thing he wouldn't do.