#6 Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance (Part 6: New Moon) by Charlene Hartnady

freaking tears.
    “Am
I dying or something?”
    “No,”
Brant growled.
    “The
doctors think that there might be something wrong with the fetus. It’s still
very early in the pregnancy, Ysnaar.”
    She
shook her head. “It’s just stress. I’ll take it easy. We’ll be fine.”
    “No
it won’t, Cenwein. You carry a vampire. If the fetus continues to pull away from
your womb it might kill you.”
    “Stop
calling our baby a fetus. We’re going to be fine.” Her heart raced and the dull
ache turned into something more sinister, but she refused to let the pain show.
    “Your
doctor has advised that you should…we should have it removed. Our birthing
healer agreed. You are showing all the signs. The blood loss and internal
damage would be too much for you to survive. We cannot risk your life, Cenwein.
You need to have an operation. Please try to understand,” Brant said, his eyes
solemn, his skin taut with pain.
    She
shook her head. “Not happening.” Tanya tried to control her breathing, tried to
keep herself from shouting. “Don’t let them touch my baby please, Zane.” She
turned to face him. His eyes were grave.
    “We
don’t want anything to happen to you. There will be more children please,
Ysnaar. We need to listen to the doctors. They don’t think the baby is going to
make it.”
    Pain
tore through her. It hurt way worse than the physical pain. There was another
gush between her legs and she suddenly felt faint.
    “Your
eyes are rolling back, Ysnaar.” She tried to fight the darkness, the dizziness.
Had to stay awake. If she didn’t, then they would take her baby.
    “Fuck.
She needs blood. I’ll hold her head, use your fangs to break the skin on your
wrist and feed her,” Brant growled.
    Oh
God, her baby. She had to convince them to save their unborn child. Tanya
didn’t care that her pregnancy was so new. That at this point the little one
would be a clump of forming cells. She was in and out of consciousness when she
had first arrived at the hospital. One of her moments of clarity was when they
had put a monitor on her belly. She had heard the distinct sound of the baby’s
heartbeat, had seen the green line bouncing just now, evidence that her
precious child still lived.
    A
heartbeat meant life. To her it represented their unborn child. He or she
deserved a fighting chance. She didn’t care if she died trying because she
certainly wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t at least give it
her best shot. 
    Stay
awake.
    She
so needed to open her freaking eyes. If she could slap herself she would.
    But
as hard as she tried, she couldn’t get them to open. Something warm was put
against her mouth. Wet and toasty . It trickled into her mouth and she
swallowed.
    Blood.
    Delicious.
    The
energy burst was immediate. Not enough to fully rouse her but enough to allow
her to close her lips on Zane’s skin, to suck down his life giving blood in
tiny sips.
    “Thank
fuck,” Brant’s relieved voice registered in her tired mind.
    “You
should feed her too,” Zane said, his deep voice washed over her.
    Brant
made a sound of affirmation. Zane pulled away. She whimpered but the loss
didn’t last long. From the scent, Brant’s skin touched her lips and she sucked
greedily even managing to crack open her eyes. Her… the males stood
close, a look of relief crossed Zane’s face.
    “That’s
it, Cenwein,” Brant whispered.
    “That’s
all the time I can give…” A male voice sounded from the far side of the room.
Zane and Brant huddled together using their big bodies to block her from whomever
it was that had just entered.
    “One
more minute.” Zane turned his head.
    “I
can’t possibly allow—”
    Brant
cut him off. “Get! Out!” he said on a vicious growl that had goose bumps rising
on her arms.
    “Fine,
one more minute,” was the flustered reply. The door closed with a swoosh .
    Tanya
released Brant’s arm. She needed to talk to them about the baby. The fire in
her belly