Page 165 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

Not all the time. What makes you think I’d want children with anyone else?

He thought about that.You wouldn’t.The reply was accompanied by an arrogance that shoved aside every trace of guilt.

I mentally rolled my eyes.

“Any children I’m lucky enough to have will be fathered by Kyros,” I told the queen.

My mate’s purr vibrated down our connection sending a bolt of lust through me that coated my vision in white for several breaths.

The queen dipped her head. “Go into your next life knowing the odds.”

“Thank you, Queen Titania. I hope to.” I smiled.

She turned her head. “Someone has arrived.”

“Probably Gina,” I said. “That means everyone’s here.”

My request for Gina to be one of the seven vampires went down harder than a sack of wet shit.

I won the battle on the basis that Gina was as powerful as Safina, and my survival was therefore better assured.

I liked the Sundulus siblings, but none of them had reached maturity, so most weren’t strong enough to suit Kyros’s standards for my transition. I respected the path Gina chose to walk despite how andwhoshe was raised by. And well… I wanted to bridge the divide between Fyrlia and Sundulus. The Fyrlia clan had merged with Sundulus and that process would go smoother if the opposing royals were seen to be getting along—or making an effort to get along.

I asked Gina two days ago. To my surprise, she gave me an instant yes.

“One last thing, daughter,” the queen said, twisting to grab something behind her.

I sucked in a breath at the endearment.

Daughter.

The word made me tremble inside.

You have parents again, my beauty,Kyros said.

One of his parents was fucking terrifying, but now I’d jumped through Julian’s hoops, I truly believed he’d protect me as ferociously as any of his children.

Like a father should.

And the queen just gave me a sex talk. Or encouraged me to have sex with a stranger and get pregnant… which I guessed was the opposite of a sex talk. Still, she’d talked with me to protect my heart.

I swallowed back the lump in my throat. Ididhave parents again.

Kyros started walking toward us again, drawn by my urge to cry.

A gift bag was deposited on my lap.

“What’s this?” I asked the queen.

The queen touched my knee, standing. “A welcome to the family present. Join us when you are ready.”

She left the lounge room, and I opened the bag.

Oh my god.

I drew out white lingerie—a bralette with a maze of silk ties, a tiny G-banger, garters, and stockings. I hadn’t had a mother-in-law before, but this seemed like an unusual gift to receive from one.

Kyros entered. He stilled when he saw what I held.

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