My Fiancé’s Childhood Sweetheart Just Stole My Wedding Cloak
After leaving the ancient Vampire Academy, I spent a year hiding in the neutral zone with my mentor, an alchemist obsessed with sunlight resistance.
No Senate laws. No secret family protection.
My father is one of the Five Original Progenitors.
Terrified I'd let some rogue sweet-talk me into a reckless blood pact, he forced a marriage on me.
The groom? Julian Vance, Lord of the Crimson Clan in Nightfall City.
I had no choice. I went to pick out a sunlight cloak fit for a Lord's wife.
A cloak immediately caught my eye—woven with gold thread and night-spider silk, glowing in the dim light.
Just as my fingers brushed the fabric, a gratingly sweet voice cut in.
"I want that one. Wrap it up."
Before I could look up, the manager snatched the display box right out from under my nose.
I stood up slowly.
"Ever heard of first come, first served?" I asked coldly. "Put it back."
The female vampire turned around, looking me up and down with pure disgust.
"This cloak is half a million dollars. Can you even afford it, you potion-stinking half-breed?" She smirked. "Julian Vance and I grew up together. We are blood-bonded. In Nightfall City, my word is law."
Her almighty Julian was my fiancé. We hadn't even met yet.
I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.
"Good evening, Julian. Your pretty little childhood sweetheart just stole my cloak for our bonding ceremony. Tell me, how should we settle this?"