Mated to Prophecy

Prologue

“Oh!” Eleanor gasped, clutching her stomach. 

Damon darted over to her side, kneeling down by the couch where his mate sat. “What is it?” he asked, his hands immediately touching her arm and stomach protectively. “Is he coming?”

Eleanor let out a slow breath. “No, just a very strong kick. He’ll be a good fighter,” she said, giving Damon a smile. 

Damon’s face lit up with pride. “Of course he will be. My son will be a great Alpha one day.” He moved his hand to caress his mate’s face, leaning in to give her a kiss. “I love you, Ellie.”

“I love you too.”

They kissed. It was a tender kiss, different from their usual flaming passion. Tonight was not the night for passion. Damon would be leading most of the pack into battle. The Wildfang pack was coming closer with each passing day and since Damon had discovered Sorceress Xanthra was aiding the Wildfangs, he had to be careful.  It was his duty as Alpha to protect his pack, but more importantly he needed to protect his mate and their pups. Many other packs had already fallen to the Wildfangs, but he would not risk losing his mate. Tonight they were taking the fight to the Wildfangs.

Damon finally pulled away from the kiss. “I must go, my love.” 

Eleanor swallowed thickly, scooching herself forward on the couch. “Help me up.”

He did as she asked, and Eleanor rested her head on his chest. “Be safe.”

He kissed the top of her head and left. Eleanor waddled over to the window and watched as her mate, the Alpha, led his men away in the night. She looked up to see the full moon. 

“Please Moon goddess, keep my mate safe. Let our pack survive this.”

She carefully knelt down in prayer. Eleanor had prayed many times before, but this time she prayed with all of her being. And this time a voice answered.

Are you willing to do what is necessary?

“I am.”

Then I will help you, child.

Pain surged through her and Eleanor screamed. She feared something was dreadfully wrong as she collapsed on her side. The door to the room burst open. 

“Luna!” the nurse gasped. She ran over, helping Eleanor roll over onto her back and then get up and walk to the bed. 

Eleanor was bedridden for hours, writhing in pain. When the doctor arrived, he worried that the Luna was having a miscarriage. He touched her stomach in a few places and then held a stethoscope to her stomach. "His heart is beating. Still strong," the doctor said. He rolled a cart over to the bed and pulled out a tube of gel. "I'll need to do an ultrasound to know more."

She fought the pain, not even flinching when the cold gel touched her skin. The pulsing sound of the machine was reassuring. Eleanor craned her neck to see the screen, but the blobs of grey and black meant nothing to her. 

The doctor's brow furrowed and Eleanor grabbed the nurses hand for comfort. 

"What is it?" she asked. "What's wrong with my baby?!"

"Nothing, he is fine, but..." the doctor trailed off.

"But what?!" she screamed, pain surging through her again.

"You're also having a daughter."