After the clash with Arion, Mukul returned home, adrenaline still buzzing through his veins. He could feel Seraphine, Lysandra, and Elara nearby, their presence comforting yet electrifying. The first fight had been a revelation—he had survived, even thrived—but now came a new challenge: understanding the bonds he shared with his three vampire brides.
"Why do you all follow me?" Mukul asked aloud, sitting on the edge of his bed, running a hand through his hair. "I mean… we just met yesterday, and now you're all… here."
Seraphine's dark eyes softened. "Because we are tied to your blood, Mukul. That bond is ancient, unbreakable. But… there is more. We care for you. Each of us in our own way."
Lysandra leaned closer, golden hair catching the sunlight. "And our feelings are not just duty. We want to see you grow… and we will stand by you, always."
Elara tilted her head, her silver gaze unwavering. "It is not only protection, Mukul. There is… attraction, connection. You awaken something in us, something we cannot ignore."
Mukul blinked, cheeks heating slightly. "Attraction? Connection? You mean… like—like feelings?"
"Yes," Seraphine said simply, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "You are special. And our bond is more than blood."
Mukul felt a strange warmth spread through his chest. Three powerful, beautiful vampires—all pledging loyalty, guidance… and desire. It was overwhelming, yes, but also exciting. He wasn't used to being the centre of attention, especially not from beings so extraordinary.
"I… I don't know what to say," he admitted. "I mean, this is… a lot."
"Then don't say anything," Lysandra whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. "Just feel it. Let the connection guide you."
Elara smiled faintly. "We will not rush you. But understand this: the bond makes you stronger. We are part of your journey, in every sense."
Mukul swallowed hard. The reality of it all—three vampire brides, rival bloodlines, powers awakening, conspiracies waiting—was dizzying. Yet, amidst the chaos, a thrill surged through him. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He wasn't just fighting for survival anymore—he had allies, companions, and… something deeper.
Suddenly, a vision flashed in his mind—his first real glimpse of what the world had in store. Hidden societies, masked figures, and whispers of royal conspiracies. Powerful bloodlines moving in the shadows. And Arion—no, not just Arion—others like him would come, testing Mukul's strength, loyalty, and wit.
"You must learn to balance this," Seraphine said, reading his expression. "Power, responsibility, and… the emotions that bind us together. That is the path ahead."
Mukul nodded slowly. The harem bond he shared with Seraphine, Lysandra, and Elara wasn't just a source of strength—it was also a challenge. Love, desire, and loyalty would intertwine with battles and conspiracies. He would have to navigate not only enemies but also the delicate web of hearts that now beat in sync with his own.
"And one more thing," Lysandra added with a mischievous glint, "don't forget—it's fun too."
Mukul laughed nervously. "Fun… right. I'll try to remember that."
The three brides exchanged knowing smiles. They had awakened more than just his powers—they had awakened his confidence, his senses, and now… a heart that could hold more than one love.
Mukul looked at them, feeling the strange mix of awe and affection. "Alright," he said, standing tall. "If this is my life now—rivals, powers, conspiracies, and… all of you—then I'll face it. Together."
Seraphine, Lysandra, and Elara stepped closer, their hands brushing his. A bond stronger than blood, stronger than fear, had formed in those moments—a bond that would carry them through battles, schemes, and a world that would never be the same again.
And for Mukul Kamra, the ordinary boy of yesterday, the thrill of this extraordinary life had only just begun.