His Vampire Heart Never Beat For Me

The day before my wedding, I went to our cathedral early to get familiar with the place.

Instead, I found my fiancé and my stepsister, Isabella fucking on the altar. Our altar.

I caught them. He didn't even apologize and just threw me out into the storm. I collapsed in the pouring rain.

That’s when he found me. Alistair, the Vampire Prince.

He moved like a god through the storm. He pulled me from the mud, and gave me a palace.

He told the world I was his soulmate. The one he’d spent centuries searching for. His one and only.

For five years, his devotion made me the envy of the supernatural world.

I thought I was the one exception in his eternal life.

Until I found his secret room. My fingers brushed against an ancient scroll. The script was written in blood.

The first line was her name: Isabella.

Beneath it, in Alistair's own hand: “Absolute priority. Above all else.”

Underneath was a healer's log I’d never seen before. A vampire's healing log.

The date was from the night I found out I was pregnant. The night I was attacked by werewolves.

They brought me back to the castle, covered in blood.

The healers never came for me. I woke up alone. The baby was gone. Our child. His blood, my blood—gone. And my clothes were soaked in what was left of it.

I cleaned every trace of it. When he came home, I broke down in his arms. I never told him. I couldn’t bear for him to feel the pain I felt.

Now I understood. That same night, Isabella was also being attacked by werewolves. And Alistair’s order to his council was:

“Send every healer. Isabella is the priority.”

My heart stopped. Despair was a poison in my veins.

“If I was never the one... then you can keep your eternity. I want no part of it.”

The day before my wedding, I went to our cathedral early to get familiar with the place.

Instead, I found my fiancé and my stepsister, Isabella fucking on the altar. Our altar.

I caught them. He didn't even apologize and just threw me out into the storm. I collapsed in the pouring rain.

That’s when he found me. Alistair, the Vampire Prince.

He moved like a god through the storm. He pulled me from the mud, and gave me a palace.

He told the world I was his soulmate. The one he’d spent centuries searching for. His one and only.

For five years, his devotion made me the envy of the supernatural world.

I thought I was the one exception in his eternal life.

Until I found his secret room. My fingers brushed against an ancient scroll. The script was written in blood.

The first line was her name: Isabella.

Beneath it, in Alistair's own hand: “Absolute priority. Above all else.”

Underneath was a healer's log I’d never seen before. A vampire's healing log.

The date was from the night