Semua Bab The Unclaimed Consort: Bab 1 - Bab 9

Six years ago, in order to marry a purebred vampire named Mia, Tom regarded me as a lowly servant. “Low-born human.” At that time, that's how he called me. The word left his lips, sounded coldly and contemptuously. Six years had passed, and he was still so arrogant. When he noticed me, his head was held high, as if he had smelled something completely unbearable. He didn't even want to look at me directly, as if a glance at me would dirty his eyes. I found it funny for him to treat me like a mortal enemy or the poor person who prayed for his help. He saw me as a stain on his life, believing that if I encounter him, I would definitely use all means to plead for his love or protection. Yet he didn't know that I have become an existence that he completely cannot understand or interact with. He moved through the lobby, Mia a graceful shadow at his side. Vampires stirred—a current of predatory admiration. They recognized the Lord who had resurrected a dying bloodline. “Lord Tom! To th

The murmurs in the hall grew louder, whispers spreading through the air like smoke. “A human actually has a blood-bound partner?” “Absurd.” “She’s lying. Humans lie when they’re desperate.” “Trying to provoke Lord Tom. What a desperate gamble.” Tom’s gaze was fixed on me, cold and disbelieving. “Rowling,” he said slowly, as if savoring a bitter name. “Do you really think fabricating a fantasy will sway me?” His gaze swept over me with undisguised contempt. “You are human, an ordinary person, you have no family crest, no bloodline mark. No vampire of any standing would acknowledge you.” A cruel smile played on his lips. “Or are you saying you’ve latched onto some lowly blood slave and dare to call that a blood bond?” I didn’t answer. My fingers tightened around the tourmaline. My son was waiting for me. The seal was already beginning to waver. Every second wasted here was a risk I couldn’t afford. My silence amused them. Lady Mia—an older noblewoman in a crimson velvet gown,

In the dazzling light, Astra suddenly broke free from Mia's embrace. "Daddy! Daddy!" The little boy stumbled forward, stretching out his arms, and threw himself into the arms of the man who had just arrived. The man effortlessly held him with one arm, hugging him tightly, his other hand protectively placed on the child's shoulder. "It's alright," he whispered, his voice low and steady. "Daddy's here." Only then did his gaze lift—directly to me. Silver eyes, ancient and bright, a rare expression on the face of an immortal ruler. Regret. And longing. "Rowling," he said softly, as if the entire hall didn't exist. "I'm sorry. I should have come sooner." The restraints on my arms disappeared. The council guards recoiled as if struck by an invisible force, their faces instantly paling under his powerful aura. Some stumbled backward, some even involuntarily knelt down. I stood up and walked towards him. "Aurelius." A tremor ran through the hall at the sound of his name. The mo

Mia's eyes widened in shock. "What are you saying?" she shrieked. "Tom, have you gone mad?! I'm your destined mate! How could you betray me like this?" Tom let out a short, hollow laugh. "Mate?" he repeated coldly. "Mia, we never truly completed the ceremony, have you forgotten? There's nothing for me to betray." "Mia..." his voice lowered. "You've always known this." Her lips trembled, unable to believe the man before her would say such things. As a lord, he was utterly shameless. "I never loved you," Tom continued, his tone merciless. "I merely convinced myself that time and power would make me forget Lorraine, and I only used you." He turned to me, his gaze filled with remorse. "Until today," he said hoarsely, "until I saw you standing beside someone who truly cherishes you, I finally understood what I had lost." "Lorraine," he whispered, almost breaking down, "I regret not choosing you, choosing someone I didn't love." Mia's expression twisted into pure rage. As a pure-

“I don’t need your blood pact,” I said calmly, shaking my head. Tom stared at me as if I had slapped him. “Why?” his voice choked. “These things will make you stronger, and I will obey you.” My gaze met his, the love I had for him six years ago completely gone from my eyes. “I don’t want you, just like you abandoned me back then. I don’t love you anymore.” “I never changed!” he said hoarsely, shaking his head. “Rowling, my love for you has never changed!” “I was forced to do it before, but I still love you.” “Love?” I let out a soft, humorless laugh. “Do you remember what you said when you and Mia held the public blood pact ceremony?” “When you knew she hired a werewolf priest to carve forbidden runes on me—with the purpose of preventing my awakening and stripping me of my bloodline—was that love?” His face turned pale. He slowly closed his eyes, as if the weight of it all had finally become unbearable. “Rowling… back then—if I had told you the truth… if I had asked you to