Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I'm Stuck as Their Baby!-Chapter 134: Memories That Never Were

By the time I reached Mara and Elira's chambers, my heart still raced as if chased by that unnatural pulse beneath the school. The corridors felt colder, darker, as if the shadows themselves had gathered to whisper my secrets. My palms tingled uncomfortably, remembering the strange warmth that Velka's hand had left there.

I knocked once, gently, hoping they wouldn't hear, yet desperately needing them to.

The heavy oak door swung open silently, revealing Mara, hair loose and eyes already narrowed suspiciously. Behind her, Elira sat cross-legged on their bed, carefully sharpening one of her blades by moonlight.

"Elyzara," Mara sighed softly, leaning against the doorway. "Your face tells me you've done something incredibly foolish again."

I grimaced. "Do I really have a face specifically for that?"

"Unfortunately," Mara replied, stepping aside to let me in, "yes."

Their room was quiet and comforting, lit softly by silver moonlight filtering through gauzy curtains. The walls held old paintings of battlefields and gentle landscapes contrasts that mirrored my life too closely. The scent of lavender hung gently in the air, chasing away darker thoughts.

"Tell us everything," Elira said, her voice calm yet firm, setting aside the blade to give me her full attention. "Don't leave anything out."

I did leave something out, of course—the small, confusing, painfully awkward moment when Velka had held my hand. My pride couldn't bear their reactions. Instead, I told them about the hidden room, the petrified heart, and the strange mark glowing under my skin.

Mara listened silently, eyes growing wider with each word, while Elira's expression turned deadly calm, a clear sign she was angry beneath her careful composure.

When I finished, Mara took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose like she was trying not to explode.

"Elyzara," she said very slowly, "how many times must we remind you not to wander into cursed chambers with unknown vampires?"

"At least once more, apparently," I offered weakly.

Elira shook her head, her voice dangerously quiet. "Don't joke about this. You could have been killed. Or worse."

"I didn't exactly plan on awakening an ancient evil tonight," I mumbled defensively.

Mara reached out gently, brushing back a stray lock of my hair. "We're serious, Elyzara. Promise us no more midnight investigations."

"I promise," I whispered softly, guilt and embarrassment washing over me. "For now."

"That's not comforting," Elira said flatly.

They lectured me briefly, voices blending concern and frustration until my eyelids began to droop. Finally, Mara guided me gently toward my room, murmuring soft warnings and reassuring threats about what would happen if I dared to try something similar again.

As I lay awake in my bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind drifted unwillingly to Velka. Her cool, hesitant touch lingered stubbornly in my thoughts, refusing to fade into comforting oblivion.

And somewhere beneath my confusion, I felt the mark on my hand pulse softly almost like it was laughing.

Velka's POV

Sleep didn't find me easily that night, but when it finally did, I fell deeply into dreams so vivid they seemed closer to memories than imagination.

I walked slowly down an unfamiliar path beneath the comforting embrace of moonlight, a gentle breeze stirring my hair and whispering through the dark leaves of ancient trees. Everything felt soft, peaceful, impossibly right.

Ahead, waiting by a quiet stream beneath branches heavy with night-blooming flowers, stood Elyzara. She was older both of us were and the awkwardness of childhood had long vanished, leaving only an elegant confidence. Her silver hair shone brightly, reflecting the moon's soft glow, cascading in waves down her back. Her heterochromatic eyes, one blue, one gold, fixed on me with warmth and familiarity that twisted pleasantly in my chest.

"Velka," she said softly, voice deeper, smoother, infused with the calm authority that made my heart flutter. "You're late."

"Am I?" I asked, startled by the richness of my own voice, deeper and steadier, far removed from the guarded tones of my childhood.

She stepped toward me gracefully, each movement precise yet natural. Her presence was overwhelming, magnetic, and I stood helplessly rooted as she approached, heart suddenly hammering in my chest.

"Yes," Elyzara murmured, stopping just inches away. Her breath, warm and gentle, brushed softly against my cheek. "But you're here now. That's what matters."

My breath hitched sharply as she reached up, fingers trailing slowly along the curve of my jaw, a touch delicate yet commanding, forcing me to look up into her eyes. Heat surged beneath my skin, blossoming into a blush that spread warmly across my cheeks.

"You seem distracted tonight," Elyzara said, eyes sparkling playfully. Her thumb brushed gently over my lower lip, and a soft tremble rippled through me, something between vulnerability and longing. "What's wrong, baby girl?"

The nickname slipped easily from her lips, wrapping around me like velvet, familiar and painfully intimate. I shivered, breath catching once more, pulse racing until I felt dizzy.

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"Nothing," I whispered shakily, eyes searching hers helplessly, caught between disbelief and hope. "Just... remembering."

"Remembering?" Elyzara's brows lifted slightly, amusement flickering behind the gentle curiosity. "Remembering what?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but no words came. Only fragmented images flashed suddenly through my mind glimpses of things I hadn't truly lived, yet felt inexplicably real: her smile, gentle laughter, quiet whispered promises beneath a thousand star-filled nights. This wasn't just a dream; this was something deeper, buried beneath layers of forgotten time.

"Us," I whispered finally, uncertain, almost afraid.

Her eyes softened, smile deepening warmly. "Then let me help you remember."

Her hand slid gently around my waist, pulling me closer, closing the final breath of distance between us. My heart thundered wildly, pulse pounding in my ears as I tilted my face up to hers instinctively.

Her lips touched mine softly, tenderly—then more firmly, stealing my breath entirely. The kiss felt achingly familiar, warm and sweet, flavored with longing that stretched endlessly between past and present. My body melted against hers, the world around us fading until only Elyzara's touch remained.

We parted slowly, reluctantly, breath mingling quietly in the small space between us.

"Better?" she asked softly, eyes glittering warmly, teasing yet sincere.

"Yes," I breathed softly, still trembling slightly beneath her hold. "Much better."

She laughed gently, brushing another soft kiss across my forehead. "Good. I was starting to worry you'd forgotten me entirely."

"Never," I whispered fiercely, surprising myself with the intensity of the emotion behind the single word. "I could never forget you."

Elyzara's expression shifted, softening into something painfully tender, deeper than mere affection. "Then don't ever leave me again."

My heart clenched, sensing the quiet desperation beneath the command. "I won't."

"Promise?"

"I promise," I whispered softly, reaching up to touch her cheek gently, memorizing the feel of her warmth beneath my fingertips.

She smiled again, eyes shining softly beneath the moonlight. "Good girl."

My face heated again at the possessive tenderness in her voice. "You say that like you enjoy it far too much."

Her grin widened, playful and wickedly teasing. "Perhaps I do."

The dream faded gently around us, moonlight dissolving into soft shadows, Elyzara's touch lingering stubbornly even as consciousness pulled me slowly upward.

When I woke, heart still racing, body warm and flushed beneath tangled sheets, confusion warred fiercely with certainty. The dream felt impossibly real, branded deep beneath my skin, more memory than mere fantasy.

My fingers brushed softly across my lips, still tingling faintly, as I stared blankly up at the darkened ceiling.

"What was that?" I whispered helplessly into the quiet night.

But no answer came only the lingering echo of Elyzara's touch, warm and achingly familiar, pulsing quietly through my veins.

Velka lay still, her breath shallow beneath the silk sheets, the scent of dried lavender clinging faintly to her skin. The dream clung tighter. Too vivid. Too specific. And Elyzara's voice low, rich, teasing still rang softly in her ears, curling around her thoughts like velvet.

Baby girl.She flushed.

"No," she whispered, dragging a hand across her face as if she could physically wipe the memory away. "Absolutely not."

She sat up abruptly, tangled sheets slipping from her shoulders, the cold air biting against her flushed skin. Her heartbeat hadn't slowed. Her palms still tingled. Her lips .

She touched them unconsciously and then scowled. "It was just a dream. A stupid dream."

But even as she tried to dismiss it, her mind betrayed her offering the soft memory of Elyzara's smile in the moonlight, the warmth of her hand pressed to her cheek. It was the kind of affection Velka had never known, never wanted, and certainly never craved.

Until now.

She clenched her hands in her lap.

And then came the sharper thought the one she'd been avoiding. Last night.

She'd grabbed Elyzara's hand. Stopped her from leaving. No reason. No plan. Just a sudden, intense need to hold on.

Why?

Velka stared at her trembling hands like they belonged to someone else.

"Something's wrong with me," she muttered.

Or maybe it wasn't wrong. Maybe it was just beginning.

And that scared her more than anything else.