LOGIN⚠️ Mature Content Warning: This novel contains adult themes, explicit romance, violence, and emotionally intense situations. Reader discretion is advised. ————————————————————— “I expect loyalty, Margot. We marry in four days and you’re getting calls like that? What the fuck have you been doing?” My voice isn’t calmed down enough but I restrain myself from punching a wall. I wasn’t young and stupid but these rash reactions were making it seem as though I was. Tears welled in her eyes and I silently cursed myself. My bride. Just days before our wedding, I am screaming at her. Is this a product of the Binding? Making me a control freak? I came to her room for alone time with her, not to fight with her. I think she is going to give a meek answer to my question but instead she wipes her tears with the back of her hand and glares at me. “So you can fuck and feed from a Registry whore an hour before we go to the Binding ceremony, but I am expected to be loyal to you? You saw me watch that night. Did I yell at you?” —————————————————————— Every 25 years, a human from one of the five elite dynasties must marry into one of the five vampire houses to keep the peace of the Accord, a treaty between the ten families. Now it’s Margot’s turn to marry except she’s taking her dead sister’s place to marry the King of all vampires. Preserving the peace and producing a Crimsonborn is her duty, but she was groomed for society, not submission. Her immortal husband to be is not only the vampire king, Nathaniel Blackwell, but a calculating man who doesn’t want or need a wife. Or so he claims.
View MoreBirthdays didn’t mean I could get out of my royal duties and I cringed thinking about the conversations that I would have today. Not only was I going to tell everyone about Julian and Elara’s marriage, but I also wanted to let them know that the other members of cadet houses who had been accomplices to Lucien’s treason were terminated. It was a heavy conversation, but a necessary one. I was King, but I still tried to make moves that wouldn’t rock the boat. Unfortunately, our boat had been in a hurricane as of late. Now I am cleaning up. But not everyone would see my decision to quietly get rid of the treasonous that way. Trials were expected. It was the way we did things within the Founding Ten. My decisions took that option away. I tried to muster up some regret or feelings other than relief, but felt nothing other than calmness. It was the right decision. I just hoped everyone else would see it that way. I walked towards the training grounds. I rarely came out here, but lately I
My stomach rumbled but I ignored the discomfort of an empty stomach and focused on the task at hand: waking up my husband on his birthday. I woke before he did. That alone was a small miracle. I was always sleeping lately. Carrying his children made me exhausted. I was so newly pregnant, but I could feel it in every move I made. Not because I was huge, I was barely showing. But because my body ached with exhaustion. So today of all days when I woke up before my sleeping King, I laid in bed for a few moments considering what I could do for him. Celia had let it slip that tonight we would have Nate’s birthday dinner with the Founding Ten. It was usually a big affair, although this year he had asked her to downsize it. No dancers, no celebrity performers, just us and the vampire/human community we had built. But that still meant that I needed to get him something. I turned onto my side and studied him shamelessly. He was hundreds of years old, but looked so young. There were a few wrin
The staff corridor smelled faintly of antiseptic and old stone, a quieter artery of Tencrest that most guests never saw. I was halfway down it when the door to the staff quarters opened and Abigail stepped out, smoothing her jacket as if she had been caught doing something far more scandalous than checking on a wounded man.My sister froze when she saw me. “Abigail,” I said. “What are you doing down here?”She recovered quickly. She always did. “Checking on Ivan.”Something in the way she said it tightened my chest. Casual. Too casual. “Cassia has him stabilized.”“I know.” She shrugged, lifting one shoulder. “Stabilized doesn’t mean fine.”I studied her face, the set of her mouth. There were a hundred questions I could have asked and none of them felt appropriate in a hallway that echoed every sound. “You should let him rest.”“I am,” she replied. “That’s what I’m doing.”I held her gaze a moment longer than necessary. Then I stepped aside. “Go on.”She passed me, brushing my shoulde
By late afternoon the sun had begun its slow bleed along the windows of the south corridors of Tencrest Manor. I took my seat at the Eternal Court chamber table, trying to focus on why I was here. But I kept reliving the last few hours with my wife. I hadn’t tasted her enough and was already desperate for more. After I fucked her, we took a lazy shower and I spent an hour washing my seed out of her. Margot was gorgeous on the outside, but I had fallen in love with her mind too. She spent half the shower running ideas by me for the masquerade ball that would be happening in a few days. It had been pushed back, but soon the end of the Crimson Ball would be here and we would have a final night to meet with friends until next year. Margot was adamant about wanting to honor those who died on the red night. She suggested lanterns along the garden paths, each holding the name of someone lost. She wanted the musicians to open with a single quiet piece so that the room could breathe before t
Soft voices bring me out of my slumber. The light on our nightstand is soft, casting shadows around me that I can’t quite make out in my hazy state. I feel like I was hit by a truck. Whatever bruises I had must have set in during my sleep. I tried to move toward the sound, but instead I was greeted
Margot doesn’t stir. She’s dreaming somewhat peacefully against the pillow I moved in place of my body. Every so often, she mutters in her slumber. Her body is curled, our bed sheet pulled up to her chin. I can see the soft curves where her hips meet her upper thighs and my cock grows hard at the t
I drifted in and out of sleep. It grew quiet as the adrenaline left everyone’s bodies and pure exhaustion took over. We were safe but the shadow of doubt hung over us as we waited our chance to go upstairs and survey the damage. All I wanted was to crawl into my bed and cry. I couldn’t grieve. Not
The echoes of boots and broken glass echoed the halls as Sasha and I navigated the debris. The scent of lemon oil filled the air around me. Around ten staff members had volunteered to help clean up. I wouldn’t force them to clean up this wreck. Luckily we had enough guards willing to help that it w






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