My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

The moment Gen's words hit him, everything else vanished from Ezra's mind.

All thoughts of his territory, the hidden enemies, his to-do lists, they blurred to the back of his mind, and all at once, only one thought remained. Olivia.

Ezra shot forward, the door slamming open as he moved as fast as he could, the world slowing down in his perception. Gen floated ahead of him, her body flickering as she led him through the halls of the estate.

Every corridor blurred past him, making every second seem like an eternity, until he reached the double doors at the end of the east wing, the birthing room, prepared weeks in advance.

He pushed the doors open without hesitation.

Inside, the room was brightly lit, the lights warm and not glaring. Red stood at the center in hospital scrubs, sleeves rolled to her elbows, directing a team of midwives with practiced confidence.

She had studied, trained, and prepared for this moment, and right now, she was the commander of this operation.

Laying on the wide, cushioned bed was Olivia. Her eyes locked onto Ezra's the moment he entered. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her breathing controlled, though her body trembled with effort.

But even in the throes of labor, she was composed, showing her incredible calm, as her stomach bulged unnaturally, the baby writhing in her belly. She gritted her teeth, her strength as a vampire allowing her to endure what would break most mortals.

Ezra crossed the room in three strides, dropping to his knees beside the bed and taking her hand in his.

"I'm here, Olivia. I'm here." He whispered, his voice soft.

Olivia's fingers tightened around his. "Took you long enough."

He smiled, brushing damp strands of hair from her face. "You've got this."

She nodded once, her jaw clenched as another contraction rolled through her. Ezra pressed his forehead gently against hers, murmuring reassurances. "Breathe with me… You're not alone. I'm right here."

Olivia, who as a vampire, didn't even need to breathe, synchronized her breath with his, the exercise calming.

Behind them, Red gave a quiet signal to the midwives. They moved as the baby's head began to poke out from Olivia.

This was it. The culmination of months of anticipation, preparation, and hope.

Ezra didn't glance away from Olivia, his world narrowed to her trembling body and the determination gleaming in her eyes.

This was the moment their family would change forever.

And Ezra was exactly where he needed to be.

Until an idiot decided to interrupt.

It didn't happen at that exact moment. Ezra never really took his eyes off Olivia. That was until he felt it.

There was a subtle vibration in the air and as he focused on it, he realized it wasn't physical. His eyes widened as the weave sung, a thread snapping taut and vibrating with malice.

His head snapped to behind him as one of the midwives stepped too close, her hand not guiding, but reaching. The flash of silver hidden in her sleeve told the rest of the story. He didn't need to know more.

Ezra moved faster than instinct, catching her wrist mid-motion and twisting hard. The blade clattered to the ground as her hand shattered, and his other hand clamped around her neck like a vice.

There was no need for questions, no demand for answers. He knew.

With a growl of pure fury, he hurled the assassin out of the birthing room. She smashed through the double doors and into the hallway, crashing into the far wall hard enough to crack the stone. Ezra followed at once, darkness pouring off him in his fury.

She tried to scramble to her feet, but she was too slow.

Ezra's eyes burned gold as he stepped over her, one hand raised as he reached out, not to attack, but to tear.

He tapped into the weave. The thread of that represented her.

It was complex and yet, simple. It was also weak, filled with lies and fear and secrets.

He plunged into it, fingers flexing as if gripping the strand itself. The assassin screamed as the weave unraveled. Her memories, her loyalties, her every betrayal laid bare before him.

She worked for a splinter group. A secret faction within the Monarchy who viewed themselves as the hand behind the courts. The Clementine family was a part of them, trying to use the skirmishes at the eastern border to control his decisions.

They had feared Olivia's child, feared what her baby might become. And the midwife had volunteered.

Ezra tore deeper. More secrets. More names of dead men walking. He enjoyed the screams now.

With one final wrench, the thread snapped, and so did she.

Her lifeless body hit the stone floor with a dull thud.

Then came the sound that stopped him in his tracks.

A baby's cry.

The first cry.

Ezra turned just as the entire hall dimmed. The candles didn't flicker. Instead, the world did.

Through the tall windows in the hall, the sky outside darkened unnaturally, the moon disappearing. Deep hues of blue and violet streaked across the heavens in glowing waves.

Auroras.

They danced across the sky like ballerinas from the heavens, their vibrant colors painting everything.

Ezra's breath caught.

It looked like the weave, alive and endless. Like the heavens itself was showing him a web that was previously hidden from his view.

And at the heart of it all… was her.

He rushed back into the labor room.

Red looked up as he entered, her eyes wide, a bundled figure in her arms. Wordlessly, she handed the newborn to him.

Ezra took the child into his arms and stared.

Tiny. Swaddled. Warm.

Her eyes opened slowly.

Purple. Bright. Beautiful.

She stared directly into his, unblinking. Seeing through him.

Ezra held her close, chest tight with awe.

"She can see it." He whispered.

The room was still. Olivia watched from the bed, tears in her eyes.

Ezra kissed his daughter's forehead and whispered the name that had come to him the moment the sky lit up.

"Aurora."