Todos los capítulos de My Baby Daddy Is Actually a Vampire Prince: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor flickered like dying stars.I sat on the plastic chair outside ICU Room 407, clutching Jamie’s tiny stuffed bear so hard my knuckles turned white.He was only eight.Eight years old and fighting for every heartbeat.The doctor’s words from an hour ago still rang in my ears:“Congenital heart failure. He needs a transplant within thirty days. Cost: two million eight hundred thousand dollars. Insurance covers nothing. After thirty days we remove him from the list.”I had forty-seven dollars and thirty-two cents in my checking account.My waitress tips from the last two weeks were already spent on rent.That’s how I ended up at Club Crimson at 11:47 p.m. on Halloween night.The bouncer at the hidden entrance took one look at the black invitation Madame Rouge had slipped under my apartment door and waved me through without a word.Inside was another world: velvet walls, crystal chandeliers dripping blood-red light, and music that pulsed like

The throne hall dissolved into chaos the instant Valerian finished his declaration.Some vampires fell to their knees in reverence.Others hissed, fangs bared, eyes glowing like coals in the dark.A few ancient ones in the back dressed in robes older than nations actually snarled and took a step forward, as though they might attack their own prince.Valerian’s arms tightened around me so hard I could barely breathe.“Silence!” he roared.The single word cracked through the air like a whip made of ice.Every vampire froze.He carried me up the thirteen steps of the dais and set me gently on a smaller throne that had appeared beside his black velvet, silver moons, clearly made for a queen.Only then did he turn to face the court again.“Who dares challenge my claim?” His voice was calm now, but it carried the promise of annihilation.A woman stepped forward from the front row.She was breathtaking tall, raven haired, skin like porcelain, lips blood-red.Her gown was liquid obsidian thre

The palace never slept, but after Solaris vanished, it fell into a silence deeper than death.No one dared speak above a whisper.No one dared meet my eyes.Valerian was carried back to our chambers on a stretcher of black silk, chest sealed by my impossible golden light, but still unconscious.The royal physicians ancient vampires who had treated kings for a thousand years stood over him in stunned horror.“He should be ash,” one whispered. “Sunlight in his veins… and he lives.”I didn’t leave his side for four days.I held his cold hand.I sang the lullabies my mother used to sing to me.I let our daughter kick against his palm so he would know we were still here.On the fifth night, the pain began.It started as a low ache in my lower back, the kind you ignore.Then a tightening across my belly that stole my breath.Livia was there in an instant.“It is time, my lady.”I laughed wild, terrified, delirious.“Already? She’s early.”“Prophecy children are never late,” Livia said griml