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Especially not here where all of them want her to see me broken. Where Charles could gloat and f*e proud that he had gotten to me. When we got to the room, they pushed the door open and violently threw me in. I fell to the blood as my body trembled. My neck was still throbbing with a dull ache. I raised my hand to the door and pressed my finger against the wound before pulling it away and staring at the blood that had smeared my hand. My blood. He drank my blood. Charles was a vampire. A vampire.

Aurora stepped between me and Njord, her hand on my chest. “You’re not killing anybody.” “You don’t understand,” I said, my voice tight. “He’s a Bad Blood.” “I asked you a question. What is a Bad Blood? And why would you want to kill him just because of that?” I stared at her. “Nobody told you about the Bad Bloods?” “No,” she said. “So explain it to me.”

This whole thing felt wrong as if I was placed in a nightmare, hoping to quickly wake up. A split second later he bit her tearing out a chuck of her neck. I was left dumbfounded as blood splattered all over. My mouth flew open and my eyes widen in shock. I couldn't breathe while the blood flowed down her poor body. Shelby instantaneously zoomed over once the scent of cooper hit the air and viciously commenced to drink from the womb Victor had made. I felt clammy and nauseated as I gagged on the pungent smell of copper, her blood. I couldn't hold back the tears, they slowly escaped rolling down my cheeks.

"About the baby. About what a Volana pregnancy produces when the father is a bloodline Alpha." The door closes behind him. Bastien's hand finds the back of my chair, not touching me, just there, one inch from my shoulder. I look at Soren. Soren is already dialing Nadia.

It wasn’t clear to me why I felt a twinge of guilt, just seeing it. “Chasing down the Vampire. Stopping the reign of blood.” She read, pointing to the title, and subtitle. “Oh. What’s it about?” I asked, a little awkwardly. “It’s a vampire who suddenly went crazy after tasting blood for the first time.” She replied, and I scoffed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I said, snatching the book from her hands.

“She’s the daughter of the vampire who died to save me. I owe her more than she knows.” “And yet... she hates you,” Elias said. I nodded. “She thinks I’m a monster. And maybe I am.” Elias frowned. “But there’s more, isn’t there?” I stood and walked to the bookshelf. I pulled a leather-bound book from a hidden drawer behind it. The cover read: The Book of Shadow Bonds. I opened it to a marked page. The prophecy was written in faded red ink. “A child born of cursed blood shall rise, Moon and night in her veins,

She’s always there, ready to split us apart. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I need to take a step back, to figure out how this all began. How I even got here in the first place. It all started in New York. New York, my God. It feels like a thousand lifetimes ago. I was just a normal, typical teenager, living with a mom who didn’t like me, and who I didn’t like either, and with an annoying little brother, who I loved. But, of course, nothing was normal. I was a hybrid, or so I would learn. A half-breed. Half human, half vampire. And coming of age at exactly the wrong time.

Chapter 4: A Revelation Unveiled As Victoria reluctantly opened her eyes, she was greeted by a horrific sight. Blood surrounded her, staining her bed and the room. Panic surged through her as she desperately searched for her child, but the baby was nowhere to be found. Confusion swirled in her mind as she realized she was back in the delivery room, the presence of the Alpha King looming over her. The stone walls were damaged, allowing the icy wind to mercilessly rush in, carrying with it flakes of cold that were reminiscent of a frozen tempest. Her heart raced as she called out for her daughter.

Harney All rights reserved (c) 2025 Chapter One I ran through the forest, a flash of desperate red. The Big Bad was right on my heels, closing in. He was much bigger, and badder, and faster, and stronger than me. We both knew it. The fact that he hadn't caught me yet only meant he liked to play with his food. Tragically, I was probably no more than a mere midnight snack to him. So much for my happy ending. How horribly banal. The air in my lungs seemed to have caught fire. I'm sure I was as loud as a wildebeast thundering through the forest, disturbing all the creatures of the night as I went. If you imagine me as a delicate damsel in flowing white gown, flying across the mossy ground, do