Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

The morning sunlight flickered through the parted curtains, a sudden disturbance causing the two lay in bed to growl, their bodies clinging together before gradually waking from their pleasant dreams.

"Nn..."

"Mmm~ It's too bright... Nikolai?"

Nikita's golden eyes snapped open, her long lashes brushing against Nikolai's face as she hugged his body tight, sniffing the base of his neck with a long breath. "Hnnnn~ the best morning."

"S-stop, stop... it tickles."

Nikolai's hands grasped the bare body of Nikita, trying to pull her away from his neck as she sniffed and suckled on his skin. The event led to the pair wrestling on the bed, a bitter struggle between brute strength and a crafty wolf.

Knock-Knock—!

"Ahem! Young ones..." Ivan's deep voice filled the room, creating an awkward atmosphere. "I know you are passionate, but since it's morning, how about eating breakfast?"

The pair then looked at each other and opened their mouths wide. As their battle ended, their faces became bright red, and they rushed to find clothes to wear.

Clatter—!

"Listening to them now... it reminds me of when I dated Elizabeth at first. Haha, her father chased me with an enchanted sword."

Ivan's lips curled into a wide grin, his ears wearing soundproof headphones, something he bought primarily because of the white wolf now in his son's room. Yet he couldn't notice the illusory figure walking beside him, her face fixated on his.

[You're right, my dear. It's rather ticklish to see Nikolai growing up so fast.]

Despite no response, each time Ivan whispered, grumbled or spoke to himself, she always responded with a soft smile.

"Did they use protection... will I become a grandfather at this age?"

[Darling... you look so cute right now, sitting on the counter with a bright red face and newspaper, pretending to read it.]

"Hmm... stocks are down... hmm... this doesn't seem good."

[Fufu~ Ivan, why are you so adorable.]

Meanwhile, back in Nikolai's room, the scent of perfume spread from the glass bottle in Nikita's hand. Her hips pushed out as she bent forward to apply makeup to her face.

"Why are you doing that... I want to use the mirror, move."

"Nikolai~ even if it's you, I won't surrender the mirror! Hah!" Nikita used her hips to push him away, the only mirror in his room, as she began to curl her eyelashes with mascara.

His body flung across the room and fell into a pile of new clothes, flicking them with his arms, trying to stand up, but when turning his gaze back to Nikita, he swallowed his breath and saliva in shock.

Nikita faced the mirror, a pretty face that seemed to glow with light makeup, pouting and making a kiss in the mirror as her red lip gloss made them shine.

'When did Nikita become so womanly... and so bewitching?'

Nikolai watched her in a trance.

His eyes opened wide with dilated pupils, a feeling of excitement and attraction flowing through him while his mouth hung agape.

"Hehe~ finished, mwah..." With one last kiss in the mirror, rubbing her lips together with a wet smack, Nikita turned to face Nikolai. "Hey~ what do you think, honey? Am I pretty?"

"Extremely..."

"Eh?"

Nikita's cheeks turned a deeper pink than her light blush from his reaction—his gaze locked onto her face, unmoving as her chest fluttered, unable to break off their interlocked vision.

"Do you mean it...? " she asked in a slightly insecure tone, her hands clenched tight, and she wanted to hear his answer.

Nikolai swallowed, his throat dry, and the sparkling face of Nikita in his view could be nothing but the most beautiful werewolf he had ever seen.

"The most beautiful werewolf."

"...more than mom?"

"Ah... more than Nagisa, or any other."

In response to his strange reactions, Nikita's mouth opened and closed—her face became hot and turned red as the blood rushed to her cheeks. Though she expected a compliment, she never thought he would be so direct and keep gazing at her like a starving wolf.

He finally climbed to his feet, the blood pooling in his legs as he stumbled towards her, wrapping both hands around her shoulders. The rare sight of Nikita wearing makeup and a frilly black dress and stockings caused his chest to pound.

"I am lucky..." His face lowered while Nikita stood on her tiptoes, slowly closing her eyes. "To have such a—"

Knock—!

"Kids, foods ready! Come and eat before I kick your asses!"

"Oh, c'mon..." Their mouths parted, causing Nikita's lips to snap together loudly.

Nikita growled, almost dropping to her knees as she cried out.

"Hahaha... don't look so sad, Nikita. Let me enjoy such a pretty look longer." Nikolai pressed his lips against her forehead, the scent of her perfume filling his nostrils, and then slipped his hand into hers, gripping tight.

"We should go get some food... after all, we'll need energy after last night." He winked, his teeth showing in an impish grin that caused her cheeks to burn. However, seeing how relaxed he acted now caused her tail to wag happily. While he pulled her toward the door, she tightened her grip on his palm and leaned closer to his chest.

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The duo joined Ivan for a meal in the kitchen, now redesigned the fresh scent of wood and lacquer, smooth surfaces with sleek black and grey chairs.

"It's so different now. Let's sit together, Nikolai!" Nikita's excitement sounded through her tone and actions.

In a good mood, she grasped his palm and yanked Nikolai onto the seat beside her.

Her eyes sparkled brightly in anticipation of a lovely breakfast, yet...

As she glanced up and watched Ivan place down plates and glasses and pour water from a crystal pitcher, she couldn't help but comment. "Uncle Ivan... you look so young!"

"Yeah... I can tell even without hearing Nikita say so..." Nikolai said with wide eyes.

"Hmm? Oh, do I... Haha, it seems this old man has still got it."

"Ehehe~ you look so similar."

Nikolai gazed at his father before a strange emotion made him feel apprehensive about his younger-looking father.

'Is this aggressive and burning feeling inside me, jealousy?! To my father?'

Ivan merely shrugged and smiled while placing the table settings in order. Beside him, the image of Elizabeth placing both elbows on the counter, her chin resting on her palm.

[Darling... flex those forearms... so sexy, I want to be that towel you're wringing]

'Mother?!'

Nikolai's jealousy vanished, a feeling of embarrassment to his mother's perverted thoughts. He now wondered if Nikita would end up becoming the same towards him in the future.

In moments, the table was set with steaming sausage and eggs along with toast and jam.

"It's great to have you over like old times, Little Fenrir." Ivan grinned, raising a glass of ice-cold water to Nikita with a playful wink.

"Now get eating, or you'll never grow into a big girl." Ivan laughed.

Nikita's ears twitched as her mouth opened and her lungs filled with fire. However, when she remembered this was Nikolai's father, her rage deflated. Instead of complaining, she grabbed her fork, stabbed a thick sausage and bit into it violently.

"Hmph... I am already big; Nikolai enjoys my current size, " the lovely wolf muttered while chewing.

"What... are you going to do today, dad?" Nikolai cut the conversation short; his lips trembled, trying not to laugh at the way his father teased Nikita like she was still twelve.

"Well... I wanted to ask you something, do you mind, son?"

The tone of voice instantly changed, becoming severe, while his light expression changed dramatically.

"Nikolai, do you want to meet your family?"

Time stopped; the moment seemed to drag endlessly. Even behaved, eating quietly while peeking at Nikolai's face while pouting.

Nikolai himself sat staring back at his father blankly. In front of him, he wondered why now, of all times at first. But now he understood more of what had happened in the past... how the Nosferatu had taken advantage of that ritual, attacked the Báthory, and weakened the Volkov clans in S-City.

"Which family?" He cleared his throat, sipping the fresh orange juice Nikita had pushed to him.

"...both... mine and Elizabeth's—well, it's because there is someone I wanted you to meet..."

The glass was placed back on the wooden tabletop while Ivan stared straight into the boy's eyes. A sincere father, his eyes flickered with a tired and desperate light to let his son experience life to the fullest.

"I will do what makes dad happy, my goal won't change and meeting them might help."

"Goal? I see... my son really started growing up, without this old man." Ivan mumbled; he lifted himself from the counter, walking around to put a hand on Nikolai's shoulder, squeezing tightly. "I will support whatever you do, no matter what. Understood?"

"Mmm," Nikolai answered, nodding his head once.

He loved the slight scent of tobacco and oil that followed his father in the past. This manly scent reminded him of where he started and what they endured together. With their gazes locked, both men agreed.

Suddenly, the image of Elizabeth began to sniffle, wiping the tears that ran down her face.

[My two handsome boys are finally getting along!]

'Mother...'

"Then after breakfast, shall we take Nikita home, and drive to meet your Aunt? I am sure she will love you, she used to dote on me so much and you look like me."

With one final squeeze, he walked to his bedroom to shower and clean up, leaving Nikolai and Nikita to enjoy the silence.

"Sorry, Nikita. You probably wanted to go out together today, right?" Nikolai gazed at his lover, his lips curled into a bitter smile. He stroked her silky white hair with his fingertips.

"I don't care; being beside you is enough. Even though we may be a little apart... I can always talk to you..." Her words trailed off as she leaned closer, resting her body weight against his. Nikita nuzzled into his chest, inhaling deeply the musky scent of their recent actions.

"That is true."

Their minds were connected, which calmed them down whenever their worries surfaced.

A few minutes passed as they cuddled in the kitchen.

Like this, at peace, Nikolai saw a glimpse of the future and couldn't help but gently lift Nikita's chin, wipe the grease from her lips with his thumb, and gently kiss her. The kiss was full of tender warmth, so different from last night's passion.

"Mmmm~ Nikolai, what was that for?"

"You can come to me whenever you need it, Nikita."