LOGINThe next day was a blur of instructions, coupled with the shock of this new world I was pushed into. I honestly still did not understand what was going on. Shane and Irina kept referring to me as Lena. I realized that I had to start thinking of myself that way to avoid questions I had no answers to.
As the academic that I was, I knew that I needed to gain more information about this new life if I was going to survive. I lost my life once, I would not give it up again. First, I had to meet my supposed sisters. I wore the dress given to me by Irina and she ushered me out of my small, hidden room. We walked down a long, dim corridor to the main family wing of the manor. The Hale home was large and expensive but it didn't feel like a home. No personal touches or pictures. It was really sad. We entered a drawing room where two young women were sitting. Alice and Rue. Shane was already there. Alice looked like the older. She was stunning. She had the perfect blonde hair and high cheekbones that Irina would wish she still possessed. She was wearing a gown meant for the ball which was a shimmering silver thing that hugged her upper torso. How do noble women in this world manage such heavy dresses? It must be torture. Ugh. When she saw me, her perfect face twisted with disgust. "Father, why is she out here? And why is she wearing one of Rue's rejects?" "Silence, Alice," Shane snapped. "Rue is incapacitated. Lena will go in her place. No questions." Alice stood up, her eyes blazing. "You can't be serious! She'll ruin everything! She's been hidden for four years because she’s useless. If Lord Alistair sees her..." She trailed off, unable to voice the likely punishment. "He won't see her," Irina interjected, quickly pulling Alice aside. "She'll wear a thick veil, Alice. She won't speak. She will stand behind you and melt into the crowd. She is simply a required body to satisfy the law. You, my beautiful girl, are the true prize." Alice crossed her arms, still glaring at me. Her resentment was a serious one and I had no idea why it would be that strong. She had been going to the ball for the past 4 years and she wasn't picked. What makes her think this time would be any different? I guess she must hate that this year, it looked like I was threatening her position. Then there was Rue. She was sitting on a plush sofa, wrapped in a heavy blanket despite the warm room. She was also very beautiful, though in a softer way than Alice. She had the same rich dark hair I now possessed. She looked pale, shivering slightly, her eyes hollowed. "Rue, tell your sister what she must do," Irina commanded. Rue looked up at me. Her eyes were clouded with sickness. "Just stand still, Lena," Rue whispered, her voice weak. "Don't attract any attention. If you draw the eye of a vampire, especially the Lord, it’s not just you who suffers. They can demand anything. You know this." I didn’t know this but logic lets me understand that it means danger. Here, Vampires have all the power. "Why was I hidden?" I asked, unable to stop the question. Shane turned on me instantly. "You dare question us? You were so sickly when you were young. You were small, and frankly a waste of the resources that we should have poured into your sisters. You brought the family nothing but stress. Now you will obey or I will ensure you spend the rest of your definitely short life in the service barracks." The cruelty was surprising, yet familiar. My parents’ emotional neglect had been replaced by this family’s open hostility. Irina grabbed a stack of faded, dusty photograph albums. She opened one and flipped through the pages quickly. "This is how we maintained the façade," she muttered to me. "When people ask, you are an extremely distant cousin who just arrived. You were studying abroad in the outer colonies. Remember the story in case you are asked. You have never lived here." "But I have memories of being here," I protested, a slight tremor in my voice. The memories were blurry, incomplete and felt faraway but they were there. I remembered the garden, the library. Irina laughed, a short, humorless sound. "Nonsense. You've been isolated in the west wing since you were sixteen, except for mandatory tutor sessions. We told people you were sent away. You have lived a life of total hiding for four years. No one knows you. That is the only thing saving us now." This explained the kind of room I woke up in. Lena wasn't just unwanted, she was kept hidden. I looked at Rue again. She caught my eye and there was a strange look in her eyes that looked really similar to pity. "I'm sorry, Lena," she mumbled, not looking at her parents. It was the first genuinely kind thing anyone had ever said to me in my life…well, my old life. The rest of the time was spent being fitted. They forced me into a stiff, dark-colored dress, another one of Rue’s hand-me-downs that was intentionally plain to make sure I faded into the background. Irina layered my face with makeup and then placed a thick, black lace veil over my head. "The veil stays on at all times," Irina instructed. "It hides your features. You will be a shadow and let Alice draw all the attention." As the evening hour approached, Shane delivered his final warning. He emphasized the core structure of this vampire x human society. "I should remind you because you have been acting muddle-headed since you awoke. The Lord, Alistair Valerius, holds the annual Sanguine Ball to choose a human female whose blood appeals to him. He has never chosen a female since the murder of his father four years ago. His mother, Queen Mother Mira is alive but she has been in perpetual mourning. This is a very unstable time. If you do anything to offend the Valerius line, we will all pay. If he asks you a question, you look at Alice and she answers for you. Just follow her lead." I had been thrown into a game I didn't understand but I was going to observe, learn and survive. I followed Shane and Irina into the large, waiting carriage. Do not draw the Lord's eye, I repeated in my mind. Be invisible. Survive.Lena’s POV The air in the garden was thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the faint, bitter tang of the poisonous lilies the Queen Mother had loved so much. I sat on the stone bench, my hands resting in my lap. They were slightly wrinkled now, the skin thin like parchment, a map of the hundred and twenty years I had spent in this world. A century. It sounded like such a long time, but as I watched the moon rise over the spires of the palace, it felt like a single heartbeat. Nocturne had changed. We were no longer a kingdom hiding behind iron gates, we were the strongest territory in the known lands. Our army was unmatched, and our people, both vampire and human, lived in a peace that once seemed like a fairy tale. Alistair and I had built this together, stone by stone, law by law. I heard the familiar, heavy step of boots on the gravel. Even after all these years, I knew the rhythm of his walk. Alistair sat beside me, his movement slower than it used to be. The centur
Lena’s POV I stared at Alistair, my heart doing a strange, frantic dance against my ribs. Pregnant. The word felt heavy, impossible, and terrifyingly real all at once. I looked down at his large hand resting over my stomach. "Are you sure?" I whispered, my voice cracking. "The physician... he’s certain?"Alistair’s eyes were wetter than I had ever seen them. "He is certain, Lena. Six weeks." He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine. I could feel the slight tremor in his shoulders. "We are going to have a child."A wave of emotions crashed over me. I was ecstatic, a bubbly warmth spreading through my chest, but right behind it was a sharp spike of apprehension. I was human. He was a vampire. Would it be safe for me to carry a vampire baby? Eh. The Queen mother did it so I can. I pulled Alistair into a hug, burying my face in his neck.Alistair stayed with me for another hour, murmuring promises against my skin, before a messenger arrived. Duty called him to the border re
Alistair's POVOne year laterTime had passed since the ash of the traitors had been swept from the courtyard, and the Nocturne Territories felt like a different world. The heavy, suffocating blanket of fear that had defined my father’s final years and the chaos of Silas’s coup had finally lifted.I sat at the head of the High Council table, looking at the men and women gathered there. We had spent the morning implementing the "Grain and Steel" policy. We were subsidizing the human farmers in the northern valleys, providing them with better tools and protection in exchange for a steady food supply for the cities."The schools in the lower city are at capacity, my Lord," Torian said, closing a ledger.I looked at Torian and couldn't help but feel a small sense of wonder. He looked younger, the deep lines of grief that had etched his face for years finally fading. He had lost his blood mate when their daughter was barely a toddler, and he had raised her alone in the shadows of the palac
Lena's POVHe leaned in close, his body heat pressing against me, hands planted on the door beside my head. His gaze locked onto mine, intense and unyielding. “Kneel, Val’thira,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through my core. The words hung in the air, demanding obedience, and my knees weakened under the weight of his stare.I slid down slowly, my skirts pooling around me as I sank to the floor. My hands trembled as I reached for his belt, unbuckling it with fumbling fingers. He watched me, a smirk playing on his lips, his fangs peeking out just enough to remind me of his hunger. I tugged his breeches open, freeing his thick cock. It sprang out, hard and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. The scent of him filled my senses, making my mouth water.“Open your mouth,” he ordered, wrapping one hand in my hair to guide me. I parted my lips, and he pushed forward, sliding his cock past them. The salty taste hit my tongue as I wrapped my lips around
Lena’s POV The damp, cold air of the torture chamber felt like it was freezing the blood in my veins. Silas’s laughter echoed off the stones, sharp and jagged. As he pointed that pale, accusing finger at me, my mind didn't just wander, it broke.Flashbacks hit me like a physical blow. I wasn't Lena Valerius. I saw my mother’s disapproving face as she critiqued my school results, my father’s quiet presence as he points out all my failings, and my smart brother James, who was always better than me in every way. Then I saw Mark, my bully of an ex-boyfriend, whose cruelty had been the final weight that pushed me toward the edge. That life, the life of Sarah Devin, felt like a dream from a thousand years ago, yet suddenly it was right here, shoved into the light. Alistair’s hand was heavy on my shoulder. I could feel his confusion, his silent demand for an explanation. I found my voice, though it sounded thin and reedy to my own ears. I held up a hand to silence Silas’s mocking cackle."
Alistair's POV The silver chains hissed as I wound them around Silas’s wrists. He didn't fight me. He simply stared with a vacant, cold expression as my men secured the rest of the High Citadel. The siege had been swift. Because we had taken the heights and removed the head of the snake, the remaining loyalists surrendered or fled into the mountain tunnels. We suffered only a few losses, brave men who had fallen in the initial breach of the corridors. "Gather the fallen," I commanded Axel. "The sun will not wait for our grief." We moved in a hurried, somber procession back toward the palace. As the first pale light of dawn began to bleed over the horizon, we reached the outer gates. We laid our fallen brothers out on the grass. As the sun’s rays touched their cold skin, they dissolved into fine, glittering dust that caught the wind and fluttered away into the sky. I stood there for a moment, my head bowed, until the sound of rapid footsteps broke the silence. Kael came running tow







