Vampire Husband Regretted After Human Wife Died

I was a human, but my husband Damien was one of the noblest vampires.

When I was two months pregnant, I was kidnapped by a traitorous vampire whom Damien had banished, and tortured to death.

But my husband Damien, was with his first love Vivienne, accompanying her for her Blood Withering treatment.

This is an extremely rare vampire disease that requires human blood of a rare blood type for treatment.

Three days ago, he demanded I give my blood to Vivienne.

When I refused, telling him I was two months pregnant with our child, his eyes had turned cold.

"Stop lying," he had snarled. "You're just being selfish, trying to let Vivienne die."

He drove me to the edge of the territory and left me there — a human, alone in the wilds after dark. "Find your own way back since you're so heartless."

I stood there in the darkness and was taken by Silas — a rogue vampire Damien had once condemned to punishment.

He cut off my limbs. With cruel satisfaction, he called my husband.

But Damien simply didn't believe it. His response was brief and cold: "Whatever it is, Vivienne's treatment is more important. She needs me right now."

Silas let out a dark laugh. "Well, well... Seems like the great Enforcer values his ex over his own wife."

When Damien arrived at the crime scene hours later, he was horrified by the brutality inflicted on the corpse. He raged at the killer for being so savage to a pregnant woman.

But he didn't recognize that the mutilated body before him was his own wife — me.

A century ago, the great war between vampires and humans left both sides devastated. They had maintained an uneasy truce ever since.

No vampire dared to openly kill a human.

Until my body was found in an abandoned cellar at the edge of the Blood Court's domain.

A patrol guard discovered me and immediately sent word to the Enforcer's Hall. A human woman, tortured to death, dumped right inside vampire territory.

My husband Damien rushed over from the Elder Sanctum, where he had been accompanying his ex-girlfriend Vivienne for her Blood Withering treatment.

Damien was the Vampire King's Chief Enforcer — the most powerful authority beneath the throne. Three hundred years of service. He had seen every kind of brutality vampires were capable of.

But even he flinched when he saw my body.

Days of decay in the cold cellar. My face smashed beyond recognition. Deep cuts everywhere. My neck nearly severed.

Damien steadied himself, then crouched down to examine the body.

I watched, heart pounding, as he lifted the blood-soaked cord from my neck.

A braided obsidian rope with a small crimson gemstone pendant.

I had spent weeks making it for him. Braiding the cord by hand, choosing the stone, having our bonding vow engraved inside the setting in letters so tiny only vampire eyes could read them.

"It's obsidian," I had told him, pressing it into his hands.