Blurb：
Fleeing a forced marriage, Sophia Williams takes a desperate gamble—using the genetic material of the deceased Snakefolk General Leonard Kingsley to secure her freedom. As his widow, she inherits immense wealth and power, but terrifying nightmares haunt her pregnancy. When the General returns from the dead, her world shatters. In a society where Zerg threats loom and genetic compatibility is rare, Sophia’s survival hinges on her bond with the venomous King Cobra Snakefolk. Can she protect their child and reclaim her destiny, or will her family’s greed and the General’s dark legacy destroy her? Dive into a tale of betrayal, supernatural suspense, and fierce motherhood.
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To escape a forced marriage, I received the genetic material of a deceased Snakefolk General.
Ten months later, I would give birth to his child as his widow, inheriting his glory and fortune. No one could threaten me anymore!
But six months into my pregnancy, I began having constant nightmares.
A massive snake tail coiled around my legs, tightening…
The very pair of dark eyes stared unblinkingly at me in the darkness…
I often woke drenched in cold sweat.
Thank God he was dead. I hated snakes more than anything!
And just when my belly was getting round, the supposedly sacrificed General returned.
My parents had seven daughters before finally bearing a son.
Utterly lacking in business sense, they schemed to build a fortune for the boy by exploiting their daughters.
My six older sisters were either married off to seventy-year-old men or gifted as mistresses to wealthy perverts.
Each of them was beautiful, yet each nearly destroyed by the ordeal.
Now, it was my turn.
I didn’t scream or threaten suicide.
My sisters had tried it all — jumping from buildings, running away, self-harm… nothing worked.
Their tragic fates screamed one thing: there is no escape.
Until I saw an announcement.
General Leonard Kingsley had sacrificed his life on the front lines against the Zerg.
In our Alliance, only the general was capable of matching Zerg physical strength head-on.
After his loss, the Alliance was failed a lot of battles, pushed back relentlessly.
Facing potential annihilation, the Alliance authorized the use of his preserved genetic material.
But no test subject could conceive.
Scientists later discovered General Kingsley possessed unique genetics — a Snakefolk of the highly venomous King Cobra variety, well-known for being difficult to breed.
[They only accept their chosen mate.]??
The Alliance, desperate, issued a public decree:
[Any woman who successfully conceives General Kingsley’s child will inherit all his property and honors as his widow and the child’s mother.]??
The response was overwhelming.
General Kingsley was ridiculously wealthy, his family immensely powerful and fully supportive.
So, I found myself on the Institute’s examination table, forcing myself to endure the humiliation of parting my legs…
This was my only chance.
If it failed… I really would be married off to that disgusting seventy-year-old pervert!
…
The day the results came out was supposed to be exactly my wedding day.
I sneaked to the Institute early, despair washing over me as I saw the massive crowd waiting.
With so many participants, my hopes were slim.
Suddenly, commotion erupted at the entrance — my parents stormed in.
They slapped me hard across the face before I could react.
I crashed to the floor, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth.
“Dare you try to run away!” they snarled.
“The groom’s party is at the door! Get back home NOW!”
I fought desperately, but the bodyguards overpowered me.
I was being dragged out, utterly hopeless.
Just then, a researcher burst into the corridor, voice cracking with excitement, waving a report.
“Sophia Williams! Is Sophia Williams here?!”
“It’s a match!”
I twisted around, screaming.
“I’m here! Help me!”
The researcher’s smile vanished when he saw my situation. His face instantly darkened.
“Guards! Apprehend them!”
Armed military police swarmed from the sides, swiftly subduing my parents and their thugs.
“Do NOT touch the Madam!”
My parents gaped, “Madam?”
They struggled fiercely as they were hauled away.
“She’s our daughter, not some ‘Madam’!”
The researcher looked down at them coldly.
“Miss Williams carries General Kingsley’s child.”
“From this moment, she enjoys the highest level of protective custody.”
“Any further attempt to harm her will be treated as treason.”
My parents’ faces turned ashen, their earlier bravado gone.
They looked at me pleadingly.
“Sophia, say something! We didn’t mean to hurt you…”
“You just meant to sell me,” I retorted, shielded firmly by the military police. Watching their pathetic display, I felt only grim satisfaction.
They were selling me to a notorious pervert whose three previous wives had died horribly.
The price of that deal was astronomical. They couldn’t afford to pay it back.
I watched them dragged away, the crushing weight finally lifting from my chest.
General Kingsley’s residence was an splendid estate.
It took ages just to drive through the front gardens to the main house.
Upon entering, two rows of servants bowed in unison.
“Madam.”
The elderly butler, Mr Bernard, was nearly in tears.
“The General… the General has an heir.”
“Thank you, truly, thank you! I never thought I’d see another Kingsley.”
The General’s parents were long gone. He was the sole heir.
They welcomed me like a long-awaited blessing.
Mr Bernard insisted I take the master bedroom.
I tried to refuse. He looked troubled.
“It’s the Institute’s requirement. King Cobra baby requires the scent of both parents during gestation.”
“But the General…” His eyes welled up again, “Only the master bedroom retains his scent.”
“Rest assured, Madam. The General was a man of integrity. No other woman has ever occupied this room.”
That wasn’t my concern!
But I couldn’t bear to see the elderly man cry. I reluctantly agreed.
General Kingsley’s bedroom was dominated by black tones.
Lying in his bed, it felt surreal.
Was I really… his widow? Carrying his child?
Perhaps the new environment unsettled me.
I couldn’t sleep, a dull ache in my lower abdomen.
I opened the door to find the ever-present Mr Bernard.
“Hungry, Madam?” he asked.
Startled, I stammered, “N-no!”
“Perhaps the little one is restless?” Mr Bernard said wistfully.
“The doctors explained. Cobra baby can be demanding during pregnancy.”
“His mother, Old Mrs Kingsley, had the same trouble carrying the General.”
He produced a stack of photos, medals, and ribbons.
“Would you care to see? I never thought I’d see his child born.”
“Perhaps… you could tell the little one about his father? He was a hero.”
Faced with his hopeful gaze, I accepted the heavy tokens of honor.
My breath hitched when I saw General Kingsley’s strikingly handsome yet cold face.
No one in the Alliance didn’t admire Leonard Kingsley.
Yet, his handsome features contrasted sharply with his infamous, icy detachment towards women.
His achievements were so dazzling that his political enemies resorting to slander,
“He made countless admirers of him grovel at his feet.”
If he hadn’t died, a man of his stature would have been utterly beyond my reach. Touching my stomach, I felt a pang.
Even the strongest men leave only remnants.
I found myself reliving my dead husband’s life through his memorabilia.
Pregnancy fatigue hit hard.
I fell asleep mid-reading, waking to find myself clutching one of Leonard’s dress uniform jackets.
The visiting Institute researcher wasn’t surprised.
“It’s a nesting instinct. King Cobras are biologically driven to build nests.”
As the pregnancy progressed, I dreamed more and more often.
The colossal black serpent’s tail coiled higher around my body and tightened…
I’d wake drenched, feeling those black eyes staring unblinkingly from the shadows.
I knew the General had King Cobra heritage, but I hadn’t imagined he could actually become a snake!
I asked the researcher during a check-up, whispering,
“…so what am I carrying? A human… or a snake?”
He gave me a meaningful look, “You’ll find out.”
Well, alright then.
I heard my parents tried to cause trouble, but they couldn’t breach the estate’s security, swiftly removed by military personnel.
Gradually, I settled into life at Kingsley Manor.
But as my pregnancy advanced, the night terrors increased.
I often woke with dampness between my thighs, and that pair of eyes in the dream drew closer.
Sometimes, I felt a presence by the bed, watching me.
Was this a haunting?!
Researchers repeatedly assured me the baby was fine.
And besides the nightmare, with the father absent, I grew listless, my nesting instinct overwhelming.
I’d wake surrounded by every piece of Leonard’s clothing I could find.
Then, as my belly swelled, the nesting instinct failed.
King Cobras were notoriously hard to breed. The fetus craved its father with unexpected intensity.
I slipped into near-constant listlessness, unable to eat, wasting away to skin and bone, only my belly grotesquely prominent.
In rare moments of lucidity, I overheard worried researchers:
“The Madam can’t hold on much longer…”
“Can’t we use blood from a close relative?”
“Tried. The maternal reaction was violent, nearly caused a miscarriage… What now?”
…I didn’t hear the rest. Darkness took me again.
Just as my consciousness began to fray, Mr Bernard burst into my room, overjoyed,
“Madam! News from the front! The General has been found! He’ll be back tomorrow!”
When I woke next, I felt restrained.
But my mind was clearer.
The room was dark. A tall figure stood near the window.
“Who?!” I scrambled, switching on the bedside lamp.
The General stood before me. My heart nearly stopped.
His presence was even more imposing in person.
Leonard approached the bed, towering over me — a powerful frame forged in war and authority.
I instinctively recoiled, hitting my head hard on the headboard.
“Sophia.” My name sounded like a verdict from his lips.
My throat tightened, mouth bitter.
To him, I was just a stranger, clearly ambitious, trying to steal his legacy via his child…
Would he force me to abort? Kick me out?
“G-General Kingsley,” I stammered.
He was back from frontline with glory, his future dazzling. He could have any woman bear his child.
I clenched the bedsheet, forcing my spine straight.
He studied me silently, an unnerving, appraising gaze.
After a long moment, he spoke,
“I will honor the decree. You will receive the promised compensation.”
His tone was detached, discussing a transaction.
“…Carrying a King Cobra child is difficult. You’ve endured much.”
Relief washed over me.
“Once the child is born, I’ll apply for a divorce, you have my word.” I hesitated, “But… I have an unreasonable request.”
“After the divorce… could you arrange a safe residence for me? My family… isn’t kind.”
I held my breath.
He answered briefly, “Agreed.”
The sound of military boots faded. The door clicked shut.
Only then did the suffocating pressure lift.
I noticed the General’s dress jacket draped over me.
Instinctively, I inhaled — masculine musk, clean sandalwood mixed with an unyielding hint of blood.
Holding his jacket, I realized my lips had curved into a faint smile.
Who wouldn’t fall for a hero? Especially one who… had saved my life.
I hadn’t felt this clear-headed in ages.
Leaving my room, I grabbed the jacket. The little tyrant inside was still demanding.
Most items with Leonard’s scent had already been… well… utilized.
Mr Bernard materialized instantly in the hallway, beaming.
“Madam, you’re awake! The General has returned to HQ for debriefing!”
He blinked back tears.
“A miracle… Who knew he’d return? Heaven knows what he endured out there.”
The joy was palpable.
Kingsley Manor transformed from somber to vibrant.
Fresh flowers adorned every corner. Heavy drapes and dark furnishings were replaced with lighter hues.
All because Leonard Kingsley was home.
Hearing noise outside, I asked, “Guests?”
“Nothing to concern you, Madam,” Mr Bernard smiled.
“Now the General is back, social calls resume. But he instructed that you are not to be troubled by such affairs.”
I nodded. Understood.
Vultures scattering when they thought the lion was dead, now flocking back.
I was just the vessel carrying his heir. The Kingsleys’ social whirl wasn’t my domain.
I was stunned when Leonard returned for lunch, despite his schedule.
Sitting across from him filled me with dread. I whispered to Mr Bernard,
“Perhaps… I could eat upstairs?”
Mr Bernard chuckled.
“The General is a good man, Madam. Truly. You’ve no cause for worry.”
“The Institute also advises parental proximity… beneficial for the child’s development.”
He paused meaningfully, “Scans indicate the fetus is slightly underdeveloped.”
I zipped my lips.
Mr Bernard escorted me to the table. Leonard was already seated.
Sharing a table with a legend, I forgot how to use cutlery.
I stared fixedly at my salad, desperate to finish and flee.
While eating, I’d overheard his secretary confirming his schedule:
Three meetings, two audiences, a squeezed-in interview, reports, endless signatures…
It sounded terrifying.
Lost in my salad, Leonard’s voice broke the silence.
“You don’t like meat?”
I choked, “N-no!”
“King Cobra baby require substantial protein. Vegetables alone may be insufficient,” he stated calmly, “If the meals displease you, inform Mr Bernard.”
“No, no!” I waved hastily, not wanting to implicate the kind butler.
I forked a large piece of roast beef into my mouth, chewing vigorously to prove that I liked it.
Leonard ate quickly but elegantly.
I expected him to leave once finished, deliberately slowing down.
To my surprise, he waited until I set my fork down before rising.
He was waiting for me?
Mr Bernard escorted me back. Casually, he mentioned,
“When his parents were alive, the family always dined together.”
“The General appreciates a relaxed atmosphere. You needn’t be so formal.”
“He means you no harm. Spend time with him, you’ll see he’s truly decent.”
Upon that, I couldn’t confess my plan to leave post-birth.
Leonard stood too high. His marriage wouldn’t be this casual fling. It would be a strategic alliance.
Best not to hope. Hope led to disappointment. I’d learned that lesson well.
…
Strangely, Leonard’s return didn’t stop the dreams. They worsened.
This night, I was bound to the headboard.
The sensation of cold scales sliding over my skin was vivid.
The snake coiled around my waist, its tail sliding up my thigh…
My pupils dilated, “No…”
Cold and heat warred within me. I trembled, flushed, near suffocation under its powerful control.
I’d never clearly seen that pair of eyes before. This night, I finally recognized them.
They were Leonard’s eyes!
I jolted awake!
…
I sat up, drenched in sweat.
My belly was noticeably rounded now, making it hard to get up.
I braced myself against the mattress, struggling to shake the phantom sensation of the serpent’s embrace.
Frantically, I checked my body — no marks.
Doors and windows were secure.
I felt wretched. Leonard maintained a respectful distance even at meals! What was this erotic torment?!
Thirsty, unwilling to disturb the staff, I crept downstairs for water.
Reaching the living room, I saw a glowing red ember in the darkness on the sofa.
“Who?!” I gasped.
“Me.” Leonard’s voice.
Surprised, I asked, “You’re back?”
He was often away for days at HQ.
He stubbed out the cigarette. I saw a glass of gin with ice beside him. He stubbed out the cigarette.
“Need something?”
He was so tall, towering over me.
As he neared, I stepped back, bumping hard into a cabinet.
“Careful!”
His hand shot behind my head. My nose smacked into his chest.
The distance vanished.
His scent — spicy tobacco, clean sweat — enveloped me.
I panicked.
“You seem afraid of me?” He released me, poured water for me.
Seeing my startled-rabbit look, he sighed, stepping back,
“I don’t bite.”
I grabbed the glass from him, noting the water was warm. My heart softened.
Gathering courage, I said, “I’m glad you’re back.”
Then, instantly mortified, I fled.
“Goodnight!” His low chuckle followed me.
…
Next morning, touching the sheets, I groaned.
Disaster. A flood.
Brat! Your dad just hugged me! Was this reaction necessary?!
…
The Institute researcher arrived for a routine check, praising my soaring vitals. “Historical records mentioned Cobra baby needing high parental proximity, but this is remarkable!”
“Since the General returned, your metrics have soared! The baby’s development improved significantly!”
Hesitant, I asked, my cheeks burned,
“Why… do I wake up feeling… damp? Especially… after being near the General.”
The researcher remained professional.
“Perfectly normal. King Cobra baby require high parental intimacy.”
“Scent suffices early on, but later stages may require…”
“…more intimate contact.”
Meaning, scent alone wouldn’t work later.
Kissing, hugging… maybe even… fluid exchange was needed for a safe birth?
The researcher delivered the final blow,
“The… dampness you mentioned is due to lubrication requirements. Cobras lay large eggs.”
What?! I wasn’t only birthing a snake… I was laying an EGG?!
God. Would it be too late to just die now?
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