The Vampire's Last Omega

Cravings

I had forgotten. I forgot about my best friend. I don't even deserve that title anymore!

Teru smelled Kieran's hair once more to confirm. Yeah, this scent was definitely Lucas's. He didn't think Kieran would go that far in killing him, but given their rivalry and how Lucas despised vampires...

A made-up vision played out in his mind of the worst-case scenario:

Arriving here, wherever here was.

Teru sleeping in the car. Lucas's last-ditch effort to take down the eldest prince and claim the sole human omega as his.

Kieran was left without a choice and slaughtered him immediately-

"Little one," the alpha said firmly, standing up to grip Teru's shoulders. His tone stopped him from thinking of any further dangerous thoughts. "I don't know what you're imagining exactly, but I can understand the false conclusions you're making based on your nervousness. Your friend is fine."

"He is?"

"....As fine as a human with a slit through can be."

"But the blood in your hair-?"

Kieran's eye twitched. He clearly didn't want to answer, like it was a bad memory he wanted to forget. "As I said, he's fine and resting in the car."

"O-okay," Teru hesitated, wanting to know why Kieran was skirting around the issue.

"For now," Kieran sped off and returned within three seconds. He had a stick with four small fish from the lake behind them, mouths gaping at the shock of being cooked over a fire. Their scales had already been scraped off, meat ready to consume. He held it out to him. "Eat. There's not much I can provide from this environment. The sooner we get to our destination, the closer we are to prenatal care."

Destination...

They were going to a city called Los Angeles, or 'the angels,' as it was translated from a language Teru could not speak. According to Kieran, it was far away along the West Coast and the last human-run settlement in North America. Much to his shock, it was a co-habiting mixture of vampires and humans. No collars and blood slaves. All species were equal.

The government nicknamed them the Rebellion, but there wasn't an official title to call them. Just knowing there was a group of people rumored as 'the Rebellion' ruffled pro-Abaddon supporters, bringing in more army volunteers to send to the decades-long conflict. Abaddon had tried for over a century to squish them to nothing and take over. Yet, Los Angeles's sturdy military and headstrong leadership made it a thorn in the king's side. It was especially more challenging around twenty years ago when they became unusually good at fortifying their defense and grew offensively.

The eldest prince knew all about it, knowing what they were capable of, as many banned professionals fled there. In other words, Los Angeles would be their best option to help Teru's pregnancy and safeguard him from Lilith's threats.

Safety. Mortals they could trust.

"Thank you." Teru grabbed the offering and stared, grateful for the food. Yet...

Why am I unsatisfied? It smells fishy, but I don't need to throw up. Do I need something more?

Kieran squinted, trying to read his expression. He looked around, scanning the lake. "I will find a better alternative for you-"

"N-no!" Teru panicked and grabbed the end of Kieran's coat sleeve. Honestly, he just didn't want to be apart. "I'm glad. Really. I guess...I'm having cravings?" Gosh, he didn't sound confident at all.