LOGINMy sister Isolde and I used to be human. The twin vampire princes, Caelum and Dorian, turned us and married us. The entire vampire world celebrated. Two human sisters, personally turned by the Crown Princes? It was the highest honor a mortal could receive. We believed we were loved. We were fools. Five months into my pregnancy, I was attacked by a group of exiled vampires in the forest beyond our territory. I called Caelum nine times. He didn’t pick up. The exiles circled me, cutting into my arms and legs with blades that burned. Pain tore through my body. I called a tenth time. This time, Caelum’s cold voice came through: “Haven’t you had enough? Vivienne is being tracked by hunters. Stop bothering me.” Vivienne was the human girl that both princes truly loved. The one who had refused to be turned. With nothing to stop them now, the exiles closed in. Their leader drove a blade into my stomach. I watched the light leave my body from the inside out, and felt my unborn child die. When I was close to death, my sister Isolde found me and fought the exiles off. But there were too many. Isolde was badly wounded. She called her husband Dorian for help. All she got was: “Looking for Vivienne. Don’t bother me.” Isolde carried me and ran. A storm hit and we were caught in the open at dawn—deadly for wounded vampires. The border patrol found us just in time. We barely survived. When I woke up in the infirmary, my first thought was simple: Sever the bond.
View MoreWe didn't hear anything about them for a month.Vivienne was captured trying to cross the border. The Blood Council's verdict was swift and unanimous: life imprisonment, no possibility of release.But the sentence didn't end there. As the mastermind behind the attack on a prince's Blood Consort and the death of a royal bloodling, she was classified as a blood source—a living supply for the prison's vampire inmates. Every day, guards would come to her cell and draw her blood to feed the other prisoners. She was human. She didn't regenerate the way vampires did. Each extraction left her weaker, paler, more hollowed out than the day before. She would spend the rest of her natural life in that underground cell, drained a little more each morning, kept alive just enough to be useful. The girl who had once refused to become a vampire because she valued her humanity would now spend every remaining day of it serving as their food.When enforcers searched her residence, they found her newbor
Caelum had never believed me over Vivienne. Not once in two years.She was the girl he had loved since childhood. He had defended her on instinct, made excuses for her without thinking, placed her above everything and everyone—including his own wife.It took sworn testimony and a criminal confession to make him see what I had been telling him all along.Now when he mentioned her name, there was no warmth in his voice. Only disgust. I watched that shift happen and didn't know whether to feel vindicated or just tired.Then the enforcement division delivered the news: Lucius, the exile leader, had been captured.My chest tightened. I clenched my fists so hard my nails bit into my palms. The day of the attack rushed back—every detail still raw, still burning. Isolde felt it too. This was the man who had taken her powers from her, who had trapped her between two worlds with no way back to either.A second update followed: Vivienne had not been apprehended. She had arranged passage to a Eur
I had never spoken to Caelum like that before.The night he turned me, he told me he admired women who were quiet and graceful. Women who didn't argue, didn't push back, didn't make things difficult.So that's what I became. For two years I buried every sharp edge I had—the directness I'd learned in school, the stubbornness that had carried me through every difficult season of my human life—and replaced it all with softness. I never raised my voice. I never challenged him. I made myself into exactly what he described, because I thought that was what love required.Looking back, I could see it clearly now. He hadn't fallen in love with me. He had shaped me into something convenient—a wife who would never cause problems, never ask uncomfortable questions, never get in the way of whatever he truly wanted.And what he truly wanted had never been me. I was the woman he turned to make Vivienne jealous. I was the performance. And once the audience came back, the performance was no longer need
He watched me after delivering that line. Waiting for me to crumble, to beg, to take it back. I could see it in his face—a flicker of expectation. This was how it always worked between us. He said something cruel, and I folded.Not anymore.This was the man I had abandoned my human life for. The man I had let change my blood, my body, my entire existence. And at his core, he was nothing but selfish cruelty dressed up in a prince's title.Isolde broke the silence before I could."Turning her was a mistake? Her baby died because of you! When I got to her she was minutes from death—do you understand that? If she's such a mistake, then perfect—let's finish the severance right now. You and your brother don't deserve to be fathers. You don't deserve anyone."That set Dorian off. He snatched the documents and started walking toward the Blood Council chambers. "Fine! Let's go! You want it done, we'll get it done. Don't come crying to us afterward!"One hour later, the severance was official.W






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