Blood Illusion, the Heir That Never Was
I was reborn the year the Blood Moon War began.
The first thing I did? I sacrificed my child. The child of my blood-bonded mate, Lord Lucius of the Covenant.
In my last life, he chose to protect his childhood sweetheart, Lilith, when she slept with a werewolf.
He stole my pureblood heir and replaced it with her half-breed mongrel.
They branded me a traitor. In a sun-scorched dungeon, they burned my scarred body to ash with holy light.
And my own son, his mind poisoned by Lilith, stood on my ashes and cursed me to Hell for all eternity.
When I opened my eyes again, the blood ritual for my heir was already three months along.
I didn't hesitate.
I went straight to a witch, and with a potion brewed from my own heart's blood, I ended it.
Then, I put on something else: an expensive amulet of Blood Illusion.
It faked the energy of a pureblood fetus. It masked my true state, cloaking me in the sweet, alluring scent of a pregnant vampire. It even created a perfect illusion of a growing belly.
Lucius needed an heir to cover for Lilith’s crime.
Fine. I’d play along.
This time, I had no weaknesses.