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His voice came low. “You were his wife?”
I took a breath and looked him in the eye.
“Not anymore.”
I led him away from the courtyard, needing air, needing quiet. The crowd’s energy clung to me like smoke, heavy and suffocating.
We stopped near the far edge of the training grounds, where moonlight spilled across the empty field.
Caelen didn’t speak at first. He just stood beside me, hands tucked behind his back, his jaw tight.
Then-
“What did you mean? Not anymore?”
I looked down at my hands. They were shaking slightly, though I wished they weren’t.
“I meant what I said,” I replied. “I’m no longer his bride. I broke the blood bond.”
Caelen turned to face me fully. “Why?”
My laugh was bitter, quiet. “You don’t want that story.”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”
I looked at him. The steadiness in his expression made it hard to hide behind silence.
So I told him.
I told him about Shadowmere.
About how Lucien’s mother and sister had treated me like dirt the moment I stepped foot onto coven territory. How they mocked me for being a weak human. For being bond-chosen by a connection they never respected. How Lucien did nothing. Said nothing. Not once.
“They called me a pretender,” I said, voice low. “Said I wasn’t worthy of their bloodline. That I was too human, too weak, too… ordinary.”
Caelen’s fists clenched at his sides.
“And Lucien?”
“He stood there. Silent. Like I was invisible.”
I told him about the lonely nights, the cold silences, the public humiliation when Lucien announced he was taking another mate without even bothering to end our bond properly.
“He took Celene as his second mate,” I said, voice growing steadier with anger. “And I was expected to smile. To stand beside him like my heart wasn’t being crushed.”
“Second mate?” Caelen’s voice was sharp. “That’s not… that’s not how blood bonds work.”
“No, normally it’s not like this. But when he wants to, the Lord of Shadowmere makes his own rules.”
His jaw worked. “What did you do?”
“I left. I broke the bond. It nearly killed me, but I did it.”
He didn’t speak for a long time.
Then, finally-“Do you still love him?”
The question sliced through me.
My lips parted.
Nothing came out.
I turned away.
“I don’t want to talk about that.”
“But it matters,” he said, stepping closer. “You might not think it does, but it does. For you. For me.”
“For you?” I asked, spinning back toward him, confused and defensive. “Why do you care about what I feel for Lucien?”
He hesitated.
Then his eyes met mine, sharp, direct, and unblinking.
“Because if you’re not still in love with him…”
He stepped closer, and my pulse jumped.
“I want you to know that I’m interested in you, Vera.”
I froze.
Everything in me stilled.
My jaw dropped.
I stared at him, utterly stunned.
“You-what?”
His voice was calm, sure. “You heard me.”
LUCIEN’S POV
I couldn’t believe I was thrown out.
Physically escorted off the vampire palace grounds like some unruly fledgling.
The guards didn’t even look me in the eye when they shut the gates behind me. As if I wasn’t once the Blood Princess’s mate. As if I wasn’t born of one of the oldest bloodlines in Shadowmere. As if I didn’t matter.
I’d taken hits before. From rivals. From rogues. From my father during training centuries ago.
But this?
This one landed differently.
I didn’t speak on the way back. I barely heard the sound of wheels on cobblestone or the whisper of wind through the dark forest. My thoughts kept circling the moment Vera’s eyes found mine, glinting like fire and frost, and then turned away like I wasn’t even worth the effort.
That, and Caelen.
Standing there like a damn shadow stitched to her side.
He was nothing but a manipulator and Vera needed to know that.
When I arrived home, the estate was too quiet.
Too still.
I pushed open the doors and didn’t even make it to the staircase before Celene’s voice cut through the silence.
“Where the hell have you been?”
She was standing at the top of the stairs, arms folded, one foot tapping against the marble like a ticking bomb. I didn’t answer right away.
Her heels clicked hard as she descended, eyes sharp and narrowed. “I asked you a question, Lucien.”
“I went to the border,” I said flatly. “Had business with my lieutenant.”
Her expression darkened, and a humorless laugh escaped her throat. “Really? That’s funny.”
“Why?”
“Because I saw your lieutenant ten minutes ago. In the courtyard. Sparring.”
I said nothing.
“What were you really doing?” she demanded, voice rising. “Don’t lie again.”
I sighed and started walking past her, toward the hallway.
“Celene, I’m not doing this right now.”
She followed. “You went to see her, didn’t you?”
I stopped.