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

increased. She moaned, feeling dizzy.
    “Drink
more,” Brant said.
    “Save
the baby,” she whispered.
    “Drink,
Cenwein. We can’t lose you.” His brow was creased. Tanya did as he said,
knowing it was the only hope left for the new life that struggled inside her.
    All
too soon she heard the door swish . “We really need to prepare Miss Milan
for surgery. It can’t wait. You are putting my patient at risk.”
    As
soon as she stopped drinking, the pain and dizziness returned. She could feel
herself slipping. “Please.” She looked them both in the eye from one male to
the other. “Our baby.” It was no use trying to fight it, but she did anyway.
Her eyes fluttered closed. As she drifted further away she could still hear
what they were saying.
    “Her
scent,” Zane’s voice cracked.
    “I
could scent the change when I first entered. The baby is killing her.”
    “It’s
faint, but there.”
    “Fuck.
I wish there was more we could do. I wish more than anything that there was
another way.”
    “We
need to do what it takes to save our female.” She couldn’t make out who was talking
anymore.
    “She’ll
never forgive us.”
    No, she screamed, the sound in her own head. It looked as if she hadn’t managed to
get through to them. They were going to let the doctors cut out her baby and
there was nothing she could do about it.

Chapter 4
     
    Her
eyes snapped open. White light made her momentarily blind so she closed them.
Trying to keep her breathing even, Tanya slowly cracked them open a second
time. Taking her time so that she could acclimatize. A machine beeped softly
somewhere in the background. Low murmuring voices, footsteps down the hall. She
lay in a semi reclined position, the IV still attached to her arm. The sides
were up on her hospital bed, caging her in.
    Brant
slept in a chair to her left and Zane in one to her right. Both males looked
like hell. Brant’s hair was mussed and Zane had dark smudges under his eyes. Neither
looked comfortable. She slid her free hand under her hospital issue gown,
holding her breath and was shocked when she met with skin instead of a bandage.
Maybe they hadn’t operated after all. Maybe she was still pregnant. She
couldn’t be. Everyone had been dead set on cutting her child from her belly.
They had been so sure that she was losing the baby. Maybe they hadn’t operated
because she had miscarried in the end.
    She
whimpered. Couldn’t help the small sound that escaped her at the thought of the
loss of her baby.
    Zane
stirred, his eyes opened and locked with hers.
    It
was all it took to start up her tears which rolled down her cheeks, splashing
on the gown.
    “Ysnaar,
thank God.” He stood in one swift move that brought him to her side. Then Brant
was there too on the opposite side.
    “You
scared the crap out of us.” Brant clasped her hand.
    “How
long have I been asleep?” She asked not wanting to know the answer to the most
pressing question. She wasn’t ready to deal with it.
    Brant
looked at the Rolex on his wrist. “Two days and one hour give or take a few
minutes.”
    “Okay.”
She swallowed hard. Blinking until the tears stopped threatening to fall. Zane
used the pad of his thumb to wipe away a lone tear that had managed to escape.
Brant swept a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.
    The
two males locked eyes.
    Zane
finally broke the stare and looked at her. “You are still pregnant, Ysnaar.”
    She
let out all her breath on a sigh. The water works started up again but this
time they were tears of joy. “Oh, thank God. Thank you for listening to me.”
    “You
could have died. There were a few times there that I nearly changed my mind,”
Brant said. His eyes dark and churning with emotion.
    “For
a while I was sure we had made the wrong decision.” Zane’s brow was creased, he
looked ready to kill.
    “I’m
fine. We’re fine.” She smiled broadly.
    “You’re
coming home with us,” Brant declared squeezing her hand a little too