The Vampire King's Contract Bride

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claimed me by blood pact, forced himself on me

with arcane relics, came home wounded, weary, an

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edge of my bed, gnawing at m

back kept flashing through my

re husband of mine appeared with

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hadows carved into silver edges

ck... it was red, blood-red. The

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in my lungs, and the searing burn

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ugher, like he want

in the room were those brutal collisio

face. My body couldn't

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the lack of pleasure in my res

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ting him with my body, may

d, I blurted, "Hey..

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id, crossing his arms. "You may

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being generous. To him, I

else?" I asked dryly.

with a colder tone, he said, "My

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lent, cold-blooded man

"Alaric... the mask on your

tiff

slowly lowered. His voice turne

," I whispered. "It was smiling.

t ever since he returned from dealing with some artifact,

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it on my f

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are, uninterrupte

home to find my dad

asking, "Dad... i

k? What would be wrong with it? J

rther. I didn't w

grave line: The most dangerous spirits are the ones who wear a smile-especially the red ones.

elics, and my father was well-versed in old rites and protective spe

light and teasing. "Come here.

ound his eyes seemed deeper

ee table. "A guy came in earlier to trade something. I tho

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irely. The velvet fabric was deep blood-red, faded with age, but still vibrant in an eerie way. Black thorns and twi

ash, and something o

me to just throw myself into this vampire bo

ought... maybe one day, you coul

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from cursed objects. Because of what happened to Mom. He

on this gown that clearly r

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vow, Clara... Now

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looked at me with crimson-soaked e

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move toward me, crossing the coffee table