All Chapters of The Vampire King's Virgin Mistake : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chris’s POV I am ushered into the private waiting room reserved for the CEO at Graham Constructions. The space is quiet. Too quiet. Polished stone floors. Neutral art. No windows. Everything designed to impress without revealing anything real. It feels intentional. Controlled. Vampire. I sit. Ten minutes pass. Then another five. The longer I wait, the more I question the sanity of this decision. What exactly did I think I was going to accomplish by coming here? Right. I was not thinking. Who willingly walks into the territory of a vampire his sister was pledged to? A pledge centuries old. A pledge broken. Again. If the stories are even half true, Alexander Matesson has every reason to despise my family. I shift in my seat, suddenly aware of the silence pressing in from all sides. No ticking clock. No muted hum of office electronics or other staff. As though the building itself has sealed me off from the rest of the world. Just as I decide I should leave while I still can, t

Max's POV She should have been found by now. The thought circles my mind endlessly. People do not simply vanish. Not in my world. Not without leaving a trail. And yet she has. No sightings. No confirmed movement. No trace strong enough to anchor. I stand at the windows of my office at Valencia Holdings, the uppermost floor of its London headquarters, the city spread out below like a living thing, breathing, shifting, hiding its secrets too well. Somewhere within it a single human woman has disappeared into thin air. Impossible. My fingers drum once against the glass. Once too many. The glass is reinforced. Warded. Designed for containment. I turn sharply and tap the intercom. “Where the hell is Damon?” I do not wait for an answer. The silence that follows only fuels the irritation already coiled beneath my skin. How can one fragile human... One...get under my skin like this? She should be insignificant. A passing disruption. A complication already resolved. Instead, she

Max’s POV“What I did not feel was the Sancta bond,” I say quietly.“What I felt was not repulsion. I was drawn to her. And I believe she felt the same pull.”Alexander does not react immediately. I watch him closely as he gets up and walks to the bar and pours himself a drink, then another.His hand stills around the glass, as he stares into it, lost in thought. Then he sets it down with deliberate care. He looks at me.“There is only one circumstance under which a Sancta bond is masked,” he says. “When it encounters a superior bond. Such as a soulbond.”How is that even a possibility. Bonding with a human. “For purebloods,” he continues, “a bond with a human is close to impossible. So rare it is dismissed as myth.”I say nothing.“But a soulbond,” he goes on, voice quieter now, measured, reverent almost, “overrides all law. All protection. All sanction.”The air in the room seems to shift around that statement, taut and dangerous.“Whatever you felt that night your Highness, your

Max's POV “I’m looking for my sister” the man said to the nurse stationed at the front desk his voice controlled but strained. “She may have been brought here last night. Her name is Rosalinda Stratford. She might have used Rosa or… Grace. Young, red hair, very pregnant.” The nurse at the desk glanced past him her eyes flicking toward us. A mixture of pity and relief. “A woman fitting that description was admitted, sir. But you’ll need to speak with the administrator for any further information.” She pointed subtly in our direction. “She’s right there. The gentleman with her is also inquiring about the same patient.” His head turned. His gaze locked with mine. The world narrowed to that point of contact. His gaze was assessing. Cold, calculating, with a sharp intelligence that cut through his fatigue. I saw the instant his suspicion crystallized. He knew what I was. The sheer, unnatural stillness, the aura of age and power that no human could fully mask, he recognized it. And in t

Rosalinda’s POV As usual the clinic smells faintly of antiseptic. And something softer lavender maybe or eucalyptus. It is small, private. Tucked behind a modest stone building on the edge of Isadora’s quieter streets. No big signs. No waiting room bustle. Just a handful of exam rooms, a quiet lab and Amanda’s steady presence holding everything together. I have come here a lot since meeting Amanda. Dr Amanda. It is crazy that she is also one of them. A Sanguinari. When I told her I knew what she was, that first day at Dona Elena's home when she examined me I could sense the relief in the room. Not only from her but from Dona too. It made things easier. The fact that I knew about Sanguinari made it easier for them to tell me things or ask me stuff. And then I had discovered I was having not just one but three Sanguinari babies. It has been almost two weeks since that discovery. The shock of it. Three babies. But it sort of explains why my stomach grew so fast in no time. D