Blood Bound to My Bully Vampire Brothers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Raven’s POVThe lecture echoed in the background with the lecturer saying some mindless drone about ancient vampire treaties, but my mind was anywhere but here. I sat stiffly in my seat at the Academy, pen loosely clutched in my hand, pretending to take notes. In reality, I was replaying every damn word that woman—our “aunt”—had said last night.Jerome?Take the credit for curing the brothers?What a sick joke.She wanted to erase me from the story like I didn’t matter like I was just some tool that happened to spill her blood at the right time. The worst part wasn’t even the audacity—it was that the rest of the council didn't flinch.I swallowed hard, my chest tight as the tutor’s voice warped into a blur. Around me, the students whispered not loudly, but I heard it. Even though they won't say it to my face, they feared me now, they respected me too?Bullshit.They were just following orders from my so called Repented Stepbrothers.When the bell finally rang, I darted out before a

Raven’s POVI was… okay those few days at school at home, it wasn't my thing yet, not perfect and healed but just okay.The past few days had brought a weird sense of peace I didn’t expect—an eerie calm after a storm that nearly swallowed me whole but without Freisaa being here? That made everything feel less suffocating. She was more than a best friend. She was a lifeline wrapped in sarcasm, warmth, and chaotic energy that never failed to tug a smile out of me, even when I didn’t want to.We sat cross-legged on the floor of my room, a slice of velvet sun escaping in through the tall, arched windows. My room has strangely become a comfort. The lavender-toned walls, the silk bed sheets, the dim purple glow from the chandelier overhead—it all felt like a version of me I didn’t know existed, but I was starting to like it here.“Purple’s your thing, huh?” Freisaa asked, eyes wide as she spun around slowly, taking it all in.I nodded, my lips twitching. “Apparently.”“I swear, this room sc

Raven's Pov “As a friend?” he growled, then shifted his gaze to my lap. My body responded, warming and throbbing.Gods, the way he looked at me with frustration…why do I like that he was bothered with the way I've been treating them. I didn’t understand why I was so affected by them, why they seemed to tap into that dark, aching place inside me. He reached out, brushed his fingers along my thigh, and drew my skirt higher. “I’m not your friend Raven… you’re family now,” he murmured, his gaze riveted to my thigh as he exposed it inch by inch. I grabbed the skirt from him, feeling my heart beats in loud drums, yanking the hem down. “I saw you, you know….that diary thing of yours?” My hand stilled, fisted against my leg. He lifted his gaze to mine.“What the fuck Dante!” I yelled in the car, turning to leave but it was locked.“Raven wait.”“You had no fucking right to touch my private belongings! It was private for a reason, fuck you!” I cried out feeling shame burned through the dep

Raven's POVWhen we returned home, the air felt heavier than usual. . I just wanted to head straight to my room and pretend this entire day hadn’t happened. But no—they were waiting for me in the living room.My stepfather stood at the base of the grand staircase, holding something small and velvet in his palm. It was a box and I slowed down, eyeing him cautiously.“This is for you, you should open it” he said with his tone measured and eyes softer than usual.I hesitated before taking the box from his hand. Inside was a brooch with deep silver, ornately crafted and glinting in the chandelier light with a crimson gemstone at its center. It pulsed like a heart.“It’s the royal badge,” he said, like it should’ve meant something monumental to me. “It marks you as one of us now. A daughter of the house of Velmora.”I stared at it longer than I needed to. One part of me felt… something. Maybe awe or confusion but another part wanted to drop it on the marble floor and walk away.“Your mothe

Raven’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the heavy velvet curtains, casting a warm golden hue across the dining room. I sat stiffly at the long oak table, surrounded by them…my brothers. Well, not by blood….not really yet as it makes me feel uncomfortable to address them that way.Breakfast was laid out like a feast. Roasted meats, fish cooked to perfection, thick sauces in tiny porcelain bowls, and fresh bread rolls that smelled like heaven. Yet, I had no appetite. I pushed the meat away gently. It wasn’t because it didn’t smell good. I just wasn’t a meat type.Cassian looked up from his plate. “Don’t want the meat?” he asked softly, his voice almost too gentle for someone like him.I shook my head.He didn’t wait for more. He reached over with his long fingers and gently swapped my plate with his, now filled with fish. “Try the salmon,” he said. “It’s good.”I didn’t respond, didn’t even meet his eyes. I couldn’t. Not after the way he looked at me last night or the way he touche