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He did not care whose blood ran in the child's veins. That made me love him even more. Made me need him even more. Please come back to me, I whispered into the empty room. Then finally, late that evening, the door opened. I jumped to my feet immediately. My heart leaped into my throat. Dimitri walked in. But he looked different. His shirt was stained with blood. Dark red splatters covered the white fabric. His knuckles were busted. Bruised and bleeding. His expression was dark and dangerous. His eyes were cold.

She didn’t even flinch, she stretched on him grabbing a small sip from the wine of the bedside table, her eyes blown wide the pupils were dilated , and wide that they nearly swallowed her irises she's high. She looked very weird, and high on the poison she was feeding him. “Put the toy away, little ghost,” she sneered, her lips curling in disgust. “Did you think a gun would make you an Alpha? Did you think you would appear here to undo our love for each other.” She stepped closer to Kieran, leaning down on him as he look off her robe. “ The gas is already in his blood, he belongs to me , just waiting for his Rut to kick in.”

She nodded her head. I made a small slash at my wrists and watched my blood begin to pool around the wound. Arisa reached for my wrist gingerly. She slowly brought it to her lips and began drinking. A shudder passed through me as she drank my blood. A second later she pulled away. Her eyes had tints of red in them, proof of the bonding process.

When he finally did stop, I had barely enough where-with-all left in me to breath, let alone do anything else. I lay weak, limp, and lifeless. I was fully aware of all that was happening, but powerless to make a move or participate in conversation. I could hear him mumbling his apologies about losing control and felt him rubbing my body as if trying to rub life back into me. He bit his wrist and held it firmly against my mouth. I had no choice but to ingest his blood. As the metallic taste of the rich fluid oozed past my lips, I slowly began to breathe life back into myself. Minutes later, I was opening my eyes and looking around.

“Why am I here? What do you want from me? I was with someone in the bar. Is he here too? Are you holding him too? I’m losing circulation in my hands.” Heloise had all she could do to refrain from giggling with delight over her former lover’s distress. It gave her intense satisfaction to see him suffer, even if it wasn’t the type of suffering she felt he should be experiencing. It was at least suffering and a prelude to the emotional turmoil that awaited him and his mousy little lover girl. It was bad enough to discover that he’d been bonded to the next ruler of shadow land without learning that he was happily in love with her. It was just too unfair.

Chapter 6: The Price of Power Karina stood at the center of the dimly lit chamber, the weight of the moment pressing on her chest. Her fingers tingled with the strange, foreign power that surged beneath her skin. The bloodline—her blood—was the key to something far darker than she had imagined. But the deeper she felt into it, the clearer it became: this wasn’t just a ritual. This was a war—one that would cost her everything, but one she could win.

The stench blood filled my nostrils making me run faster. I had to tell them. ♾ You've come to the end of this chapter. Thank you for reading Chapter Forty-One| Eclipse I Fight babies! Love, Coco

Lucius and his friends tried to resist, but they were powerless against the strength of the Royal Guards. Alex was horrified to see what happened next. Lucius and his friends were led into a dark and dank room. They were seated on an iron chair covered with wires and needles. Their hands and feet were chained so that they could not move. Then they were made to drink a red liquid that smelt of fish. Somehow this seemed to relate to what Alex had read in Damian's book, so no matter where the belief came from, Alex was sure that the drink given to Lucius and his friends was vampire blood.

I fight to not lose myself to the indulgence of feeding. Canus gasps, but it doesn’t sound quite like pain. I try to pull back anyway, but then he says, his voice strained but determined, ‘Drink me dry, my love, and then eat my heart.’ The next moments pass in a blur—the dregs of his blood revitalising me even as his body grows still in my arms; the gentle give of his flesh against my nails; the crack of his ribs as they’re bent back by an unnatural force fuelled by the blood that has just left his veins; the sticky-slickness of his heart against my palm; the tear of arteries and veins as his most vital organ is torn from his chest—

Chapter 1: The Blood That Started It All The past never fades. It lingers like the scent of gunpowder and the taste of blood, clinging to Isla Romano’s soul. She was sixteen when she watched her father die. The night was cold, the cobblestone street slick with rain, reflecting the city lights in eerie streaks of gold and crimson. The Romano estate, once a fortress, now stood vulnerable under the weight of betrayal. The scent of iron filled the air. The world slowed as Isla’s father, Emilio Romano, fell to his knees, blood seeping into the ground beneath him.