His Eternal Bond Was Never Mine
Our blood-oath ceremony was on the horizon.
But my fated mate, Darius, told me he had to forge a blood bond with another woman.
Livia.
He claimed her life force was unraveling. That without his blood, she would fade to nothing.
I fought him. But the next day, he moved Livia directly into the Prince's Chambers in the Coven’s castle.
That was the suite reserved for the future Prince’s mate.
My suite.
He tried to soothe me, sinking to his knees, his crimson eyes pleading. “Once she’s stable, I swear I’ll break the bond. You are my only eternity. You always will be.”
But then Livia found me.
She showed me the fresh, golden mark on her wrist—the symbol of an Eternal Bond.
They had already completed the sacred rite. Long before Darius ever confessed to me.
My heart shattered to ash.
I dragged my nail across the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our blood-oath ceremony.
Then I opened the encrypted message from the Vienna Coven Academy.
“I accept. I’ll leave on the day of our ceremony.”