Fangless: The Alpha's Vampire Mate-Chapter 284: The Creepy Kid

Everything had begun a long, long time ago.

It all began long, long ago. In the heart of a vast empire, there lived a young crown prince named Klyn. As the heir to the empire’s throne, he had the usual royal package: status, wealth, and an alarming lack of personal choice in major life decisions.

Klyn was wise. Not genius-level wise (his future son would outshine him in every conceivable way), but he was smart enough to impress his teachers and not embarrass himself in front of his peers.

He was also ridiculously kind—something he must’ve inherited from his saintlike parents and the cushy royal upbringing that ensured he never had to fight for the last piece of bread. People adored him for his deep empathy and ability to console others.

Like most royals, Klyn had been engaged before he even knew what marriage was. His future empress, Chastity, was a kind and benevolent girl—two very convenient traits when you’re stuck with someone for the rest of your life.

Over the years, they built a solid friendship, which, in the world of arranged marriages, was basically hitting the jackpot.

See, most political marriages were soul-sucking obligations that left people either seething with resentment or engaging in discreet affairs with their personal guards.

But Klyn actually liked Chastity, and she liked him too. Love? That was a bit of a stretch. But mutual toleration and decent conversation? That was about as good as it got in royal matrimony.

This was especially true for Chastity, because, as a woman in a royal marriage, her opinion on the matter was about as important as a pebble on the palace floor. Her future had been decided before she could even walk.

Fortunately, she actually liked her fiancé, which, in the grand scheme of arranged marriages, was was nothing short of a miracle.

With such a solid foundation, you’d think everything would be smooth sailing, right? A perfect marriage, a perfect family, and a perfect little heir? Yeah... not so much.

Despite their kindness, their emotional maturity, and their full capacity to love and be loved, the child born from their union was... not normal. Oh, he was beautiful—his mother’s looks ensured that—but from the moment he was conceived, strange things began to happen.

For one, Chastity changed. The sweet, gentle woman Klyn had known his whole life became noticeably more irritable. She started to enjoy the authority that came with being empress a little too much.

She never harmed anyone, but the shift in her demeanor was unsettling. This wasn’t the same Chastity who had always treated everyone—be they noble or servant—with the same warmth and respect.

Klyn was, understandably, very confused. Was this some bizarre pregnancy side effect? Was she just tired of royal life? Was the baby cursed? Who knew! But instead of jumping to conclusions, Klyn did what any supportive husband would: he nodded, smiled, and blamed everything on hormones.

What could possibly go wrong? Well, everything.

When the child was born, he did not cry. Not a single peep.

The royal midwives exchanged worried looks. But after poking, prodding, and doing whatever they could, they concluded that, aside from his eerie silence, the baby was perfectly healthy.

Apparently, the only thing wrong with him was his complete and utter lack of tears. Totally normal. Nothing to worry about.

Chastity, on the other hand, was not fine. Her health declined rapidly after giving birth, and despite the royal physicians throwing every expensive remedy at her (which mostly consisted of herbs and prayers), she passed away shortly after Kaan was born.

This baby soon grew into a toddler, and it also struck Klyn as strange when the child behaved differently from other children his age. He was athletic but he had not run around, even though he had not been specifically told not to.

Klyn, now a single father and grieving husband, tried his best to raise his son. But as Kaan grew into a toddler, things only got weirder.

Kaan was athletic, strong even—but unlike other children his age, he never ran around in chaotic, joyful mayhem. Not because anyone had forbidden him, but because he simply didn’t.

He was also quiet. No screaming, no tantrums, no dramatic meltdowns over the shape of his food. Just silence. It didn’t help that he still hadn’t cried. Not once. Ever.

At first, Klyn chalked it up to a miracle. No tantrums? No endless wailing? Maybe he had the easiest baby in existence! But then reality sank in: this wasn’t normal. Something wasn’t adding up.

So, like any concerned parent, Klyn did some digging into his family’s history. And, oh boy, did he find something.

There was something buried in the royal bloodline—something carefully erased from public records, hidden away to protect the family’s pristine reputation. But Klyn had uncovered it.

Thessara—arguably one of the most infamous villains in history—was, somehow, part of his lineage. The connection was distant and barely hanging by a thread, but unfortunately, it still counted.

No way. I’m actually related to this madness of a woman?

And it wasn’t just that. As Klyn dug deeper, he discovered that several names in his family tree had been erased from existence—wiped away as if they had never lived. These names all shared one grim connection: they had been possessed by Thessara. freёwebnoѵel.com

Or at least, that’s how those around them described it.

Apparently, Thessara—despite being very much dead—wasn’t quite ready to move on. Nope. She still held a grudge against the world and, like the overachieving ghost she was, used her own descendants as personal revenge puppets.

Her last known puppet was Peter, the second cousin of Klyn’s grandfather. Though, honestly, given their ages, calling him Klyn’s uncle would’ve made just as much sense.

Born into the extended family of the emperor, Peter had lived a life of privilege on the outskirts of the city. By the time he came of age, he had been gifted a mansion of his own. He chose his own wife, gathered a string of mistresses, and indulged in the luxuries of his status.

And yet, despite having everything handed to him on a silver platter, he still couldn’t resist falling for Thessara’s eerie, whispered promises.

Peter plotted a rebellion, stirring chaos in the name of the royal family. His actions threw the empire into complete disarray, disrupting the administration and causing widespread turmoil. Stopping him and his loyal followers took an immense effort, but in the end, the damage had already been done.

His crimes were so spectacularly awful that the emperor didn’t just punish him—he erased Peter from the family tree entirely and officially disowned him.

Peter was executed, along with his family, mistresses, and descendants. His parents were spared since they had at least tried to stop him, but in a dramatic twist, they took their own lives out of guilt.

The "Peter Incident" was a massive scandal, but the emperor, determined to erase it from history, launched a full-scale distraction campaign.

Lavish balls were thrown, new technologies were introduced, fashion trends were set, taxes and laws were adjusted—anything to shift the public’s focus. And it worked. Soon, Peter was forgotten.

Even Klyn had forgotten about him... until he saw his name again.

At the time of the rebellion, those around Peter had already noticed something was... off. The older he got, the stranger he became. He spoke to himself—no, to something—as if carrying on conversations with an unseen presence.

People were terrified, unsure whether to fear Peter himself or whatever ghostly force might have been whispering in his ear.

But now that Klyn knew Thessara had a habit of possessing her descendants... it was starting to look like Peter had never been acting alone.

Klyn dropped to the floor like a sack of bricks. "Oh, Dark Lord, have mercy. Is my son possessed by her?!"