Blood Bound to My Regret
My stepsister, Chloe, wanted to test the loyalty of my childhood sweetheart. So she drugged him with a lust potion.
Then she threw him in my room.
I couldn't watch him suffer. He was spiraling into a bloodlust. For a vampire, that's a death sentence.
So I gave him the only cure. Myself.
When Chloe found us, she fled in a jealous rage. She married a cursed, brutal king—the Lord of Eternal Night. And he killed her.
Julian and I were blood-bound, but he began to hate me.
He ignored me for a century.
Then a rival clan ambushed us. He shielded me with his body. He burned to ash to save my life.
Before he faded, he gave me one last look.
"If I could do it all over again, Elena," he whispered, "I never would have needed saving."
My world shattered. Darkness took me.
I opened my eyes. I was back in Julian's room. On the night it all went wrong.