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.”"