The Shifter’s Nanny

by T. S. Ryder

  The vampire laughed and got to her feet. Naya followed suit, only half-listening as Angel talked about everything Gabriel was going to give her in exchange for the baby.

  In exchange for the baby. When Naya had made the agreement, she’d had no doubt in her mind that she could do what was necessary. Ivanna came first, and whatever she could do to improve her daughter's life was what she needed to do. But now that she was actually pregnant… Could she really give up her child, just like that?

  It would help if she knew what Gabriel's thoughts on the matter were. On the night of the Blood Moon, he'd been the most attentive lover she ever had. Even Ivanna's father, whom Naya had dearly loved, wasn't half so talented. And he had been so insatiable! In her experience, it had always been her left wanting more, and her partner needing a rest, but Gabriel, it seemed, hardened again the moment he finished. He'd had to take care of himself a few times because she was just too tired.

  But in the morning, when the warmth of his skin grew cold, he had given her a few boxes of pregnancy tests and sent her home, telling her they'd give it two weeks to see if she was pregnant before they tried anything else. There had been no contact until she called him to tell him she was pregnant.

  "You don’t need to bring any clothes." Angel interrupted her thoughts as Naya pulled out a stack of shirts from her dresser to put in a backpack. "Gabriel had me buy you a wardrobe already. And a wardrobe for little Ivanna." The vampire woman beamed. "It was so fun to buy things for a child. We don't get many children in the palace."

  Naya's shoulders hunched as she remembered Gabriel assuring her that children are precious among the vampires. It helped ease her anxiety that a vampire would try to feed on her little girl, but she doubted anything would erase the fear forever. Fortunately, Ivanna had inherited her father's O positive blood type, which was very common and not as desirable to vampires.

  "Once this little one's born," Angel continued, patting Naya's stomach, "you can be sure that he'll be completely doted on. Gabriel was so happy when you called him. You should have seen how happy he was."

  "He didn't sound happy over the phone," Naya said. Gabriel's voice had been utterly even.

  "That's just Gabriel."

  "If you already have clothes and toys at the palace for us, then is there any point in packing?"

  Angel's brow furrowed. "Well, if you have anything special you want to bring. Otherwise, everything will be moved to your new house, anyway. And you need to know he was very happy. He just doesn't like to express emotion. Now, come along. I promised Ivanna that we could get ice cream before we headed back to the palace."

  ***

  Gabriel presented Naya to his vampire court that night. Angel had helped her dress in a striking white number that looked more like a wedding dress than anything else. Real pearls were sewn into the waist, and real diamonds hung around her neck, inserted in white gold. Ivanna was similarly dressed, although she insisted on wearing a tiara in her dark hair, while Naya refused.

  Unlike the first time she had been in the ballroom, there were no other humans in attendance. The room wasn't as crowded as it had been then, and everywhere she looked were the sculpted figures of vampires, all so beautiful that she felt like a dandelion in a rose garden. Nearby, Ivanna was also the center of attention but, while Naya wished that she could find a place to hide, the three-year-old preened under the attention, clearly loving it.

  "That dress suits you," Gabriel told her, during a brief moment when the surrounding vampires weren't pressing their congratulations on her and insisting that they put their ears to her stomach, hoping to hear the baby's heartbeat. "You look good in white."

  Naya gave him a vague smile. His arm was firmly around her waist, as it had been all night, and suddenly Naya realized that it was only women who had asked to listen to her stomach. The men only bowed to them both and kept their distance. And as a waiter serving champagne glasses of blood moved past them, Naya could see why. The moment the man stepped within arm's reach of her, one of Gabriel's fangs flashed at him.

  "Why did you do that?" Naya asked, curious.

  The king rose a brow. "Do what?"

  "Every time a man comes near you snarl at him."

  "I'm not snarling."

  "You are snarling."

  Gabriel's eyes narrowed slightly. His lip curled back, revealing one long, pearly white fang. A low, rumbling sound reverberated through his chest and his breathing became audible and harsh. When he let out a quick, sharp noise from his throat, all the vampires around them instantly jumped back and began bowing towards him.

  He waved a lazy hand at them, chuckling. Naya's heart pounded and she pulled away from him, but his grip on her was firm, keeping her at his side. She sought out Ivanna but, fortunately, the little girl hadn't heard.

  "That was a snarl," he said, matter-of-factly.

  "You're still bearing your fangs at any man who comes near us."

  Gabriel frowned. "I hadn't noticed. But if I'm doing that, I'm just letting them know you're mine."

  "But I'm not." Naya finally managed to free herself from his grip. She shook her head. "I'm carrying your child, but I'm not yours. I'm mine."

  She caught sight of another group of vampires making their way towards them and bit back a sigh. Even when she was Ivanna's age, she had preferred being alone to crowds. And with all the attention coming towards her tonight, she was feeling claustrophobic.

  "It's Ivanna's bedtime," she said, to many protests around her. "She needs to get to sleep. It was nice to meet you all."

  "I'm not tired," Ivanna protested, stomping her feet. But before Naya could respond, Gabriel had scooped up the little girl.

  "Your mother is right. It's time for you to go to bed. Say goodnight."

  Ivanna sighed dramatically but waved at the crowd. "Goodnight!"

  The king wrapped an arm around Naya's waist, leading her away. Naya gritted her teeth, forcing herself to smile as congratulations were offered while they made their way from the ballroom. She just wanted some time alone to get to grips with living in this magnificent palace–to figure out what she wanted from this relationship with Gabriel. You're mine.

  What did that even mean?

  Chapter Four: Eight Weeks

  Gabriel eased Ivanna into her toddler-sized bed, amazed that anybody could be so tiny. He had taken Naya and her daughter to a restaurant and, afterwards, they had driven around the city, enjoying the lights. Ivanna had said it was just like Christmas before she drifted off. The vampire king pulled the blankets up to her chin, smiling as he imagined tucking in his own child at night. It wouldn't be long now.

  They had already done tests, and Naya was carrying a boy. His son. Perhaps, in a few years' time, they could try to artificially impregnate her with the sperm he had had frozen on the night of the blood moon. Three children seemed like the right amount. One boy, one girl, and one surprise. He'd like that.

  The king switched on the nightlight and left Ivanna's room, going to the family room that was attached to Naya and Ivanna's rooms to make up their suite. Naya sat on the couch, her expensive silk dress crumpled beneath her as she rubbed her feet.

  "I'll get you new shoes," he promised, as he sat down, taking her foot in his hand. Naya had complained once that her feet were too small for her body, but Gabriel loved her tiny feet with their stubby toes and high arch. They were perfect Cinderella feet.

  "Thank you," Naya sighed, leaning back. "Sorry I couldn't eat all of my dinner."

  "No need to be sorry." Gabriel ran his thumb between the balls of her feet. "I should have known that seafood wasn't the best choice for you right now. We should have gone somewhere else."

  Naya shook her head. "Ivanna loves fish. She doesn't get it as often as she'd like." A pause. "Can I ask you a question?"

  "Of course."

  "How old are you? And when did you become a vampire?"

  Gabriel tensed at her questions but, with an effort, he made himself relax. "I was twenty-five when I was
turned. That was… I have it written down somewhere, but I don't remember off-hand. In the middle of the 1800s."

  "You must have seen so much history since then." Naya's gaze was unwavering as she stared at him, the graceful curve of her head leaning against the couch back. "Who's the most famous person you've met?"

  "Me." Gabriel laughed. "Honestly, though. Until I decided that I was going to take the vampire nation in hand, I kept to myself. I built a small following as I was searching to create a family for myself, but famous humans? I never could be bothered with them."

  He had stopped massaging Naya's foot and she pressed it against his hand, making an impatient noise. Gabriel loved how quietly demanding she was. When she had come to the palace for the Blood Moon, he was afraid he had chosen wrong, that she would be too submissive to be the mother of his child.

  But since then he learned that when she wanted something she did not take no for an answer. It was something he truly admired about her. She was quiet and shy in crowds, but when it was just the two of them she didn't hesitate to say what was on her mind.

  "Why did you decide to become king?"

  Gabriel's mood darkened and he focused on Naya's small feet for a moment. "I saw the destruction my people were creating. And I saw that humans were growing more and more powerful. I knew that, unless something changed, vampires would be wiped out for their crimes against humans. All our history, the things we've seen, just gone. So, I decided that we needed a government, codified law and a police force that could enforce that law. I didn't see anybody qualified for the task, though, so I took it upon myself."

  "I see."

  "And what about you?" Gabriel hated talking about himself and his past. World history was one thing, but his personal history wasn't worth dredging up. "What happened to Ivanna's father?"

  Naya flinched, and Gabriel regretted the question as she withdrew her feet from him. She rolled her shoulders as she dug her toes into the thick Persian carpet. "I was twenty when Ivanna was born. Her father was the love of my life."

  Gabriel's fists clenched as a stab of jealousy went through him. Naya was his! But her lover wasn't in her life anymore, so with a shaky breath he nodded for her to continue.

  "Just before Ivanna was born, he was killed in a car crash. He was on the highway and the car wrapped around a tree. He bled out. All alone."

  The king wanted to take her into his arms and hold her tightly, but wasn't certain how she would react to that, and so settled for taking her hand in his. "I'm sorry you went through that pain."

  "It's over. Life goes on. Weeping for the past doesn't change it."

  She turned her face away from his, and Gabriel wrapped his arms around her. He wanted to comfort her so badly. Naya stiffened at first, but then she relaxed against his body. He could hear her heart beating, and it sped a little when he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She moved closer to him, her fingers curling into his shirt.

  Gabriel moaned, breathing in her perfect honeysuckle scent. Being so near her had him hardening, and he wanted to spread her legs and delve into her like he had on the night of the Blood Moon. He would have to be more restrained, since he could too easily hurt her with his increased strength, but he knew that he could be gentle.

  But did she want it?

  His answer came when Naya raised her head, brushing her fingers against his lips. "I know that I am here only to be the mother of your child, but can we also… It's been so long since I slept with a man's arms around me, and it feels so good not to be alone."

  Gabriel moaned, grasping her hand in his. He slipped her fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, nipping at them with his fangs. Her heartbeat increased and the smell of arousal hit him hard–she was so receptive! He'd never had a woman quite like her before.

  But even as he was pulling her onto his lap, his mouth drifting towards her neck, a soft knock on the door interrupted them. Naya sighed in disappointment as she pulled back.

  "I'll be back soon," Gabriel promised, shifting her back onto the couch. He smiled until he turned, then a fierce scowl crossed his face. Whoever had interrupted them had better have a good reason to do so! If not, they'd be in the dungeon for the night.

  Angel stood on the other side of the door. Her expression was grim, and she silently handed him an iPad as he closed the door to Naya's suite.

  "What is this?" Gabriel snarled at her.

  What he liked about Angel was that she never flinched from him. Instead, she rolled her eyes and tapped the iPad's screen, activating the video that had been pulled up there.

  The image was a cartoon man, and the voice that came with it was highly distorted. Unrecognizable if he heard the voice elsewhere, but the words were clear and sharp.

  "It has come to our knowledge that the so-called vampire king has impregnated a human woman. This is an abomination to the purity of the human species and nothing more than this so-called king trying to win favor among human populations. We must remain strong against this threat and end it before it has a chance to be birthed into a monster that will destroy us all."

  Gabriel stopped the video. "Is there more?"

  "Just blathering about how vampires are servants of the devil." Angel's eyes glittered. "They mean to kill your unborn child."

  "I understand that," Gabriel snapped, then drew in a deep breath. "Tell Alberto to double security, and assign a group of vampires specifically for Naya's protection. But I don't want her to know about this."

  "Gabriel, it's her life in danger, too."

  "I know. But if she knows, she'll worry. That's not good for her or the baby. So she doesn't find out, understood?"

  Angel nodded. "I'll make sure that Alberto knows."

  "Good. Now also make sure everybody knows that I am not to be disturbed unless it's an emergency. Understood?"

  Angel's gaze flickered to the door and a slight smirk grew on her lips. "Oh, I understand perfectly."

  Gabriel glared at her. With a grin, she turned on her heel and sauntered off. The king shook his head. This new threat was worrisome, but it wasn't like he hadn't seen such threats before. He'd dealt with them then, and he would deal with this now.

  And in the meantime, Naya was waiting for him.

  Chapter Five: Three Months

  It didn't escape Naya's notice that half a dozen vampires were always around whenever she left her room, but as they never interacted with her unless she made the first move, except to offer her food and water, she quickly got used to their presence. They'd been hanging around for a few weeks, anyway, and when Naya asked Gabriel about it, he had told her they were there to make sure she had everything she needed.

  The sun shone in the sky, and Naya lifted her face to its light as she made her way around the small artificial lake Gabriel had within his castle walls. It was a beautiful day and, as it was one of the few times this month when she hadn’t felt like she was going to throw up at every movement, she had decided to take advantage of the good weather and go for a walk while Angel watched Ivanna. The clear, fresh air bolstered her spirits.

  As she paused on a small dock overlooking the water, a man in a tailored suit caught her eye. He was staring at her and, when she turned towards him, a smile lit his face and he hurried towards her. He moved far quicker than her eyes could follow, and it wasn't until he was standing right in front of her that she recognized him. It was the vampire that had taken her to that isolated room on the night of the party. She shivered.

  "Hello," he said, beaming. "I thought it must be you that the king chose to bear this child. And you're pregnant already. I can hear the heartbeat."

  Naya narrowed her eyes at him.

  The vampire held up his hands at her look. "The king claimed you. I'm not going to try anything. Actually, I was hoping that I would run into you. I'd like to apologize for my actions doing that party. I recognize that I crossed a line, asking you to undress."

  "You didn't ask." She contemplated him for a moment. He hadn't done anything that she didn't ag
ree to first. And his apology did seem to be genuine. "Thank you. But the fault isn't entirely yours. I was uncertain what I should be doing, and let things go farther than I was comfortable with."

  "But I ought to have recognized that. I could scent the fear on you. I'm so sorry."

  Naya didn't want to talk to this vampire anymore, so she strode off the dock. The vampire followed her, keeping several feet between them. Her escort, which usually kept their distance and pretended not to watch her, now had all eyes on the two of them. One was speaking into a cellphone. Naya frowned at them.

  "Are you going to mate the king?"

  "What?" Naya turned to the vampire again to find bright blue eyes burning into hers. She shivered at the hungry look in them.

  "If you're not going to mate him, then after the child is born and he releases his claim on you perhaps you and I can get to know each other better? I'll admit that I want to be a father myself, and I made sure to freeze my sperm during the Blood Moon, so that when I find a willing female she can bear my children."

  Naya was so startled that she laughed. What was it with these vampires? They only wanted supermodels for their parties, but somehow she was still a hot commodity? Was it just because of her blood?

  She shook her head. "I don't think so. Now if you'll excuse me, I should get back inside. Gabriel was going to meet me for lunch."

  He wasn't, but she was certain that her escort was talking to him, and that they would soon see each other regardless. The vampire she was talking with looked disappointed, but bowed to her and bid her a good day before he strode off, whistling.

  Naya headed back to the palace. She considered asking her escort for a cell phone so that she could speak with Gabriel herself, but decided against it. This conversation had brought up some rather unpleasant thoughts that she needed to figure out so she could talk to him about it.

  Gabriel wanted her to bear him a child. The vampire she had just spoken to wanted the same thing.