My Vampire Fiancé Left Me at the Altar 33 Times
We were supposed to be in love for eternity. But my vampire fiancé, Caius, has stood me up at our blood-bonding ceremony thirty-three times.
The first time, the girl he’d sired, Evangeline, lost control during a hunt. He raced to her side, leaving me alone in the church under the blood moon.
The second time, he vanished mid-ceremony because Evangeline was being bullied by another clan. He left me to face the elders’ mockery alone.
After that, his little fledgling always had some fresh disaster for him to avert.
And he always had an excuse: “I sired her. She’s like a child to me.”
Then I saw the fresh bite marks on their necks. They had shared blood—the ultimate intimacy between mates.
My heart turned to ash. It was time to burn our betrothal to the ground.
The day I finally disappeared, he went mad, tearing our world apart to find me.