Pyotr stiffens at our sudden closeness, but he soon returns the hug. His arms tighten around me as I sink into his chest. "I will make sure you never live in fear again," he affirms. His warmth and the determination in his voice, is what allows me to believe him. With my head on his shoulder, I grip his shirt tightly, trying to stop my tears. *** Vampires have long been known for their cruel behavior befitting of a beast. Many humans live in fear of them, and rightfully so. In recent years, humanity has fallen victim to the trafficking, as many vampires have taken humans to be their slaves. Clara, a young girl from a small village in the outskirts of the Samiryan kingdom, has become their latest victim. Just when she thinks her life is over, she is saved by a mysterious man. Enamored by the man's strength, Clara joins him in his fight to stop the wrongdoings of the vampires. During her journey, Clara faces many challenging obstacles, but none more challenging than falling for one of the very beings whom she sought to stop. Will hatred consume her heart or will love save her?
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Sitting in the restaurant with my family and my husband's family, I couldn't help but notice one person who had made it her life's mission to make my existence miserable—Courtney, my sister.
Courtney had finished her education and had now returned.
My husband, Sebastian, and my sister were eating and laughing, discussing things as if it were their first date, while I sat there, feeling like a third wheel—even though it was supposed to be a family dinner.
I sat across the table, watching the scene unfold as I gently rubbed my small belly, which held the unborn child I had recently discovered I was carrying.
This was supposed to be a family gathering, but as usual, I felt like an outsider. None of them even noticed that I wasn't eating, as they were all too busy listening to whatever it was Courtney was saying to my husband.
I watched Sebastian gaze at Courtney with so much longing as she passed him the salad bowl. His first love had returned, and I was left on the sidelines. I guess I would be ruining their perfect little reunion by telling them about the baby.
I knew Sebastian didn’t care much for me, but I didn’t expect him to be so casual with another woman, no matter who she was.
She was the love of his life, but I was still his wife—his legally married wife, even if it had been by accident. Sebastian had always been in love with her, but after our wedding, things had changed. He began to see me, and for a while, he loved me—but only as long as our son was still with us.
Once the one person who had brought us together was gone, Sebastian became like an ice king, never sparing a glance in my direction again.
“Courtney!” Lily, Sebastian's mother, called out, and we all turned our heads to hear what she had to say. She flashed Courtney a big smile. “Seb told us you graduated at the top of your class in business and accounting? That’s wonderful! Why don’t you tell us about it?” Lily said, her voice filled with excitement and eagerness.
Truly, Lily had always adored Courtney and had always hoped she would be the one to marry her son.
Courtney flipped her long brunette hair and leaned forward. “Mrs. Campbell…”
“Oh… please, call me Lily,” Lily interrupted with a warm smile.
Courtney returned the smile brightly. “Lily, I’ve heard so much about your achievements, and you’ve always been my biggest inspiration to strive harder. Of course, being at the top was a challenging journey, but every time I remembered that you attended the same university and topped your class, I pushed myself even more. And, of course, I owe it all to my mother, my biggest supporter.” She turned to my mum, who beamed with pride and nodded in agreement.
Courtney then turned to look at Sebastian, whose eyes were filled with admiration and love—feelings I had always longed for.
“Courtney has a sharp mind and a very high IQ, which makes her incredibly smart. So, I’m not surprised,” Sebastian said confidently, brushing a stray strand of hair from Courtney’s face.
I clenched my fork in frustration as I glanced at him. Sebastian had never spoken about my accomplishments in such a way, and it irritated me. After all, I’m his wife.
No matter what I did, it always seemed like I wasn’t trying hard enough. He always had an excuse for everything I did—too forward, too much of a waste of time. Yet here he was, praising Courtney’s achievements.
I observed Sebastian, watching the way his gaze lingered on Courtney—his perfect girl. His sharp, dark eyes softened when he looked at her. It made me feel both jealous and enraged, wondering why I had even bothered to come to this dinner in the first place. It felt like this dinner was all about the two of them.
A waiter interrupted my thoughts. “Ma’am, would you care for anything else—wine, whiskey?” he asked.
I gently rubbed my small belly under the table. “I’ll just have a fruit juice—apple juice, to be precise. Thank you.” The waiter nodded and moved off to place my order.
I couldn’t help but wonder if my family would guess why I hadn’t ordered wine, but they were too absorbed in their conversation with Courtney to notice.
“Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.” I stood up, but no one acknowledged me. It was as if they hadn’t heard me at all.
Who dares to pay attention to anyone else when the star of the show is around? I thought bitterly as I made my way toward the bathroom, tripping over my ankle in the process. I limped the rest of the way, cursing under my breath.
In the bathroom, I stood before the mirror, staring at my reflection. Memories came flooding back—how I’d discovered I was pregnant just days ago. The joy, the shock, and the fear all came rushing back at once.
I splashed cold water on my face, trying to wash away the tears that had started to fall. Should I tell him? Would he even care? Would he be happy to know he was having a child with the wife he seemed to have forgotten?
Four years had passed since we lost our first child, and I hadn’t been able to conceive since. My marriage had deteriorated into something hollow and loveless. Sebastian buried himself in his work, leaving me behind to suffer alone.
But it wasn’t just Sebastian. My parents and in-laws also turned against me, blaming me for my inability to provide an heir for the family business. I worked tirelessly for the company, securing deals and driving growth, but none of that mattered to them. All they cared about was the heir I couldn’t give them.
And now, when it seemed I might finally give them what they wanted, I was terrified to share the news.
“I should tell him,” I whispered to myself, but the faces I had just left behind at the table flashed through my mind—cold, distant, devoid of warmth. Even my parents had turned against me, still blaming me for Courtney’s supposed misery.
I looked back at the mirror, and the woman staring at me wasn’t someone I recognized. The face was mine, but the spirit was a stranger’s. My old self had withered away, replaced by someone who worked day and night to please Sebastian and keep the company at the top.
“No,” I said firmly. “I will tell him.” I took a deep breath and steeled myself. Maybe this would finally make him see me again.
When I returned to the dining room, nothing had changed. Everyone’s attention was still on Courtney, as if she were the only person who mattered.
I cleared my throat once, twice, before anyone even noticed me. Slowly, their gazes turned toward me, a mix of irritation and disinterest on their faces.
“Sorry for the interruption,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
Lily rolled her eyes dramatically, while Natalia—who had once been a second mother to me—gave me a nasty glare.
“Actually, I have something to share with you all,” I continued. At this, their eyes turned sharper, as if my mere presence was a waste of their time.
“Go ahead, then,” my mother said curtly, sitting up properly for the first time since the dinner had started.
My heart pounded as I glanced at Sebastian, silently pleading for some sign of support. The room fell silent. All eyes were on me, though none of them held warmth.
I couldn’t help but notice the mixed reactions around the table—impatience, irritation, and barely concealed disdain. My mother-in-law sat stiffly, her usual air of superiority more stifling than ever. She had never treated me kindly, but tonight, I resolved to break free of the shackles of her contempt.
Just as I opened my mouth to speak, Courtney rose from her seat. Her eyes locked on mine, and she smiled—a smile that held no kindness.
“I also have an announcement to make,” she said quickly, cutting me off. “And I’d
like to go first.”
“Sure, please go ahead,” I murmured, sinking back into my seat.
I bite my lip casting my eyes down, Alina steps to the side glancing at me. Slowly I shift my gaze towards her offering a stiff smile before looking back at Mother. Mother's brown eyes scrutinize me and I feel myself shrinking back. I inhale deeply taking a step towards her. "I will b-be staying with the l...lord who saved my life from now on," I tell her. Mother's face strains before she lets out a choked laugh. "Clara I can imagine what a lord would want with you. And my dear you are better off with me and the arrangements I have made." My face burns red at her words as I take a step back. Wiping my wet palms on my skirt I take in a breath. "I-I am not bedding the lord," I squeak in bewilderment. I side-eye Alina and watch as her body stiffens. She covers her face with her hand attempting to hold back her laughter. I look back at Mother who stares at me with a raised brow. "If you are not bedding the lord now the time will come. Girls like yo
I close my eyes while a sigh slips past my lips. Wiping my sweaty palms on my dress I stand up, my legs trembling. Alina stares at me a moment before standing up. "Are you alright?" She asks softly. Scrunching my hands in the skirt of my dress I cast my eyes down. "I'm j-just nervous is a...all," I tell her. "What do you have to be so nervous about?" She wonders. "My mother is r-rather intimidating and w-well we argued the l...last time we saw each other," I explain. "She should be rather happy to see you then, should she not?" She raises a brow at me. As Alina talks she opens the carriage door stepping out and I follow her. "I should h-hope so," I respond to her. I take in my surroundings watching as more people pour out from the parked carriages. They are all smiling, clearly relieved to be home. Though the only thing running through my mind is how my mother is sure to react. I ran away before she could sell me off. She's going
Warm sunlight leaks in through the carriage window. I breathe in the light crisp air as I open my eyes. I blink several times trying to adjust to the unexpected light. "I see you are finally awake," I hear Alina say across from me. Sitting up I stretch my arms before glancing over at her. Alina sits tall and straight in her seat eyes fixed forward. "H-How long was I asleep?" I ask. "For a couple of hours. While you were out we passed through the Shadow Moore boundaries and will soon be in Samirya," she informs me. "I see, have t-the drivers taken any breaks during this t...time?" I ask. "You mean the coachman? They have not rested yet, it is imperative that we keep on track," she tells me. I nod, but before I can reply Alina speaks again. "Actually you are right, we are going to need a break to change forms," she says thoughtfully. I blink at her questioningly, tilting my head slightly. "Change forms?" I ask. "Yes, we shades
A frosty chill blows over my body causing me to shiver. The cool air is filled with the sound of chattering people as we prepare to leave the Shadow Moore. I jump when I feel something touch my shoulder. Looking behind me I see Pyotr. His dark hair is tied neatly into a low ponytail. He's wearing a white tunic with a red vest tucked into black pants. Pyotr smiles at me, the moonlight glinting off his orange eyes makes them glow. "Are you ready, this will be the last time you can see your family for a while," he asks. I smile casting my eyes down. "I...I left once, I'm n-not afraid to d-do it again," I reply. Pyotr furrows his brows in confusion. "Do you count your kidnapping as leaving?" He questions. Lifting my gaze from the ground, I glance back up at Pyotr. "No, I-I don't count that. I l...left home shortly before I was t-taken," I tell him. "Well, hopefully, you can find some closure after your trip back home," he says. I sm
I have spent days adjusting to my new life at Shade Manor. Pyotr has been busy preparing to send the other humans back. So we've seen very little of each other, though he makes the effort to escort me to breakfast every morning. I would like to see more of Pyotr, but he is just so busy. I jolt when someone taps me on the shoulder. Turning to look behind me, my eyes meet Alexei's. He arches a brow while staring me down and I see his left ear twitch. "What has you so lost in thought?" He asks. "O-Oh, I was just t-thinking of Lord Pyotr. H...He's been quite busy lately hasn't h-he," I comment. Alexei rolls his eyes, moving his hand from my shoulder to fold his arms. "You want to know who else is quite busy...me. Now get back to work before I send you out of my ward. You are not much help sitting there spacing out," Alexei barks. I flinch at his harsh tone. Adverting my gaze I stare down at the bandages in front of me. "Sorry, I...I'll get back t
Clara My fingers tremble as I sort through the herbs the doctor told me to. The doctor stands next to me filling glass bottles with various medicines. His haunting white eyes drift over to me, watching as I work. His charcoal, white-clawed finger reaches out grabbing the feverfew in front of me. "If you mix the feverfew with lavender you can make a tea that helps with pain and inflammation," he tells. I look up at him my eyes meeting his eyes. He stares down at me from the bridge of his glasses. "Would y-you like me to start preparing the tea doctor?" I ask. "Alexei," he says. My face scrunches in confusion. "W-what?" I question. "My name is Alexei, not Doctor," he states. "Oh, m-my apologies Sir Alexei. Shall I get started on the t...tea?" I ask. "Yes, make sure you use the clean water in the tub over there," he tells me, pointing to a water basin. I nod and begin to prep the tea. My hands burn from small abrasions
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