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The scent of her blood was intoxicating, calling to my vampire nature. I took her wrist in my hands, my fangs already extended, and bit down.
The taste that flooded my mouth was everything I remembered, fire and strength, ancient magic that sang through my veins. But even as I drank, even as her blood enhanced my power, I felt the hollowness beneath it.
It wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough.
When I pulled away, Celene was studying my face with calculating eyes. “You’re thinking about her, aren’t you? Even now, with my blood in your mouth, you’re thinking about how she tasted.”
I couldn’t deny it.
“Tell me,” she said, her voice soft but deadly. “How did her blood compare to mine?”
“Celene-“
“Tell me!” she screamed, her composure finally cracking. “I need to know what I’m competing against!”
Before I could answer, the door creaked open, and my mother stepped in, her voice as sweet as poisoned wine.
“Well, this sounds delightful,” she said. “Who’s competing with who?”
Celene spun to face her. “Ask your son. He thinks I’ve been spreading rumors because he can’t stop obsessing over his ex-bride.”
I stared at the floor, rage and shame tightening around my throat like a noose.
Lady Vela blinked. “Ex-bride?”
“She was at the Vampire palace,” Celene said, her voice rising with each word. “Wearing the royal crest. The King himself claimed her. Said she’s his daughter.”
The room went still, and my mother froze.
“His daughter?” Lady Vela repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Princess Vera Sanguinara,” Celene continued, venom dripping from each word. “Heir to the vampire throne. The most powerful bloodline in existence.”
My mother’s face went pale. “Are…were you serious about what you said the other day?
“You know what the worst part is?” Celene asked. “I actually thought I could make you forget her. I thought my blood, my power, my love would be enough. But you’ve been mourning her since the moment you lost her.”
LUCIEN’S POV
Mother’s hand was still on her chest. “You’re serious?”
The other day, they must have thought I was joking.
Celene nodded once.
That was all it took.
Lady Vela let out a sharp gasp and crossed the room in three long strides.
She grabbed my hands, tight, bone-grinding, and stared into my face like she was seeing me for the first time.
“Lucien,” she said, voice shaking, “you have to get her back.”
Celene choked. “What?”
I stared. “What?”
My mother’s eyes were wide, frantic now. “Do you understand what this means? She’s not just a castaway anymore. She’s the blood heir to the vampire throne. You bonded with a future queen. And you let her go.”
Celene stepped between us. “She severed the bond. He doesn’t have a claim anymore!”
“Then he better find one!” Lady Vela snapped, her fangs extending slightly. “If she rises, we rise with her. If she turns on us-“
“She will turn on us,” Celene said coldly. “After everything we did to her, do you really think Vera will ever forgive this family?”
I looked between them.
The walls felt like they were closing in.
“She won’t,” I said quietly.
“Then win her back,” Lady Vela said.
Celene spun on her heel, fuming. “Unbelievable.”
But before she could leave, my mother grabbed her wrist.
“Wait,” Lady Vela said, her voice taking on a dangerous edge. “You’re part of this mess too, dear. You helped orchestrate her downfall.”
“I didn’t know she was royal,” Celene protested.
“But you knew she was powerful,” my mother continued. “You tasted her blood, didn’t you? During those little poisoning sessions?”
Celene’s face went pale. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie to me,” Lady Vela snarled. “I saw the empty vials in your room. You’ve been drinking her blood for weeks, haven’t you? Stealing samples while she was unconscious.”
“Mother,” I said, warning in my voice.
“No, I want to hear this,” Lady Vela continued, moving closer to Celene. “Tell me, dear, how did the Princess’s blood taste?”
Celene’s hands were shaking now. “I… I only took a few drops. For comparison.”
“For comparison?” My mother laughed bitterly. “You mean for enhancement. You’ve been using royal blood to boost your own power, haven’t you?”
“Everyone does it,” Celene said desperately. “It’s common practice among vampire houses to sample powerful bloodlines-“
“Not royal blood!” Lady Vela screamed. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? What we’ve all done?”
Before Celene could answer, the door burst open and Neressa walked in, her face flushed with excitement.
“What’s happening here? Where’s everyone going?” she asked, noting Celene’s distressed state.
My mother turned to Neressa. “Guess what we just found out?”
Neressa raised a brow. “What?”
“Vera is the Vampire King’s secret daughter.”
Neressa was appalled, her mouth falling open. “Are you joking?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?” Lady Vela snapped.
“But… but she was fully human,” Neressa stammered. “We could smell it on her. She was weak, barren-“
“She was hiding,” I said quietly. “Everything about her was a lie. A protection spell, probably. To keep her safe until she was ready to claim her heritage.”
“And you cast her aside,” Neressa said, the implications hitting her. “You publicly humiliated vampire royalty.”
“We all did,” Celene said, her voice breaking. “We all treated her like dirt.”
“This is catastrophic,” Neressa said, beginning to pace. “The Vampire King could declare war on us. He could strip us of our titles, our lands, our very lives.”
“Not if we fix this,” Lady Vela said firmly. “Not if we get her back.”
“How?” I asked. “She made it clear she wants nothing to do with me.”
“Then you remind her why she chose you in the first place,” my mother said. “You remind her of the blood bond you shared.”
“The bond is severed,” I protested.
“Is it?” Lady Vela asked, her eyes glittering. “Or is it just dormant? Royal blood bonds are notoriously difficult to break completely.”
“What are you suggesting?” Celene asked, though her voice suggested she already knew.
“I’m suggesting,” my mother said slowly, “that we test the bond. See if it’s truly broken or if it can be reactivated.”
“How do we do that?” I asked.
“By making her drink from you,” Lady Vela replied. “If the bond still exists, your blood will call to hers. She won’t be able to resist.”
“That’s insane,” Celene said. “She’ll never agree to it.”
“She will if we make the right offer,” my mother said. “Something she can’t refuse.”