The Blood Prince's Seventh Bride

For three hundreds under vampire rule, the Blood Prince has drawn a new bride from his realms every fifty years.

In my previous life, Seraphina was chosen,Lucian’s childhood sweetheart.

The night before our bonding ceremony, she burst into our chamber, tears streaming.

“Lucian, I’ve been chosen as the Blood Prince’s seventh bride!” she sobbed.

“They say he loses control on his wedding night, drains every drop of blood from his bride. None of the first six lived to see dawn.

I don’t want to die—please, claim me as your mate!”

But Lucian had already claimed me.

And by wolf law, an Alpha may bind only one mate at a time.

So I step forward, and refused her.

The next day, at the altar, Seraphina slit her throat with a silver dagger.

Lucian didn’t flinch.

He ordered the blood scrubbed from the stones—and proceeded with our ceremony as nothing had happened.

However,on our honeymoon, he pushed me into starving wolves.

His eyes burned crimson as he snarled, “If you hadn’t tricked me into marking you earlier, Seraphina would be alive.

You killed her.”

Over a dozen of wolves with gleaming eyes swarmed me in,

tore me limb from limb.

Then I woke, back on the day the mate-hunger hex seized Lucian.

This time, I dragged Seraph-the girl Lucian cherished as most precious jewel,from her house myself,

and shoved her into Lucian’s chamber.

“Be his cure, and I’ll take your place as the Blood Prince’s bride instead.

Lucian—the Alpha of the Luproma Pack—had been cursed by a dark witch with a mate-hunger hex.

To survive, he had to claim his fated mate before the moon set.

If he didn't, the curse would burn through his spirit, shatter his control, and make his body tear itself apart from the inside.

In my previous life, I loved him like a fool.

As a witch, I know the fastest way to save him. So I gave my purity as a witch and forged a blood bond with him, to break the hex.

But at dawn, his childhood sweetheart Seraphina, just an omega in Luproma Pack, burst into the hall, tears streaming down her face.

“Lucian! The summons came, the Empire chose me as the Blood Prince's Seventh bride!”

Her voice shook.

“He's not like other Lords,” Seraphina said, voice low.

“He's from the First Bloodline—hundreds of years old.

Every bride he takes dies within days.

Not murdered.

Not abandoned.

Gone.No body. No soul.

Even their names vanish from family records.

They say his bond doesn't claim—he feeds.

And the worst part?

They all go willingly.”

She dropped to her knees.

“All six brides disappeared. Not even bones were left. I don't want to die… Please, just claim me as your true mate instead!”

But it was too late.

Lucian had already taken my maiden blood. And in werewolf law, an Alpha can only have one bonded mate for life.

As he claimed me,there's no second chances.

On our bonding night, Seraphina hanged herself at the