I Lost Seven Babies for His Human Lover

Chapter 3

Time lost all meaning as a searing pain ripped through me. Then, with one final wrenching agony, I felt my child torn from my body.

A feeble whimper pierced the air, and the sound snapped me to attention like a whip c***k.

Thirty minutes later, I forced myself up from the bed, ignoring the crooked stitches and the blood still seeping from my wound.

If this place would not shelter my child, I would take her away myself.

The door creaked open, and there stood Jolie with her lips curled in a venomous smile and a dog leash coiled in her manicured grip.

My heart stopped. The other end of the leash was not a dog but my newborn daughter.

Her body was impossibly small, and her skin looked nearly translucent as it glowed under the harsh light.

When her eyes met mine, they burned with raw, desperate hope.

I saw red. In a flash, I lunged forward, my fingers clawing at the rope around her neck as I scrambled to tear off the vampire muzzle strapped to her face.

Before I could react, Jolie's grin widened. With a cruel laugh, she sidestepped and kicked me to the ground.

"Why so desperate, Elara?" she said. "Soren told me everything. This little beast will grow up to be a bloodsucking freak. I'm just teaching her some manners."

She tilted her head, mock concern dripping from her voice. "Can't have her ruining my future with Soren, right?"

My voice cracked raw. "She is not a monster!"

Jolie threw her head back and laughed, grinding her heel into my stomach. "Don't kid yourself. A beast is a beast!"

A sharp screech cut through the air as my daughter suddenly thrashed, her tiny fingers raking across Jolie's ankle.

Then came a sickening c***k. Jolie's boot sent her flying across the floor.

Her lips curled as she mouthed the words, "I win."

After that, she pointed at the blood from my delivery on her ankle and let out a wail. "Soren, I'm terrified! That thing scratched me. What if I turn into one of them?"

Even the weakest vampire's scratch turned humans into mindless, blood-crazed fiends.

Soren burst into the room, and his stormy face darkened further at the sight of her tears.

With a tender touch, he squeezed Jolie's hand before snarling, "Throw that beast into the Forbidden Zone!"

Before the words even faded, servants swarmed in like a horde of locusts.

"No, you cannot!" I screamed, frantically shoving them away as I cradled my bruised and broken daughter against my chest.

There was not even a scratch on Jolie's leg, not a single mark.

Yet my child, my baby, lay there covered in wounds and hanging by a thread.

How could they send her to the Forbidden Zone?

That place was a lair of rabid vampires where she would be torn apart and devoured, her soul doomed to endless agony.

Shaking like a leaf, I collapsed at Soren's feet.

"Soren, I am begging you, please," I said. "She is your daughter too. You cannot do this."

"Enough, Elara. Since when did you lose all sense?" he replied. "Debasing yourself for a filthy creature."

His glare was pure ice, dripping with disdain.

He was furious that I, his noble wife, had humiliated us both.

He was furious that I would defy him for some thing.

But she was not just some thing.

She was my daughter.

Choking on tears, I shook my head before grabbing Jolie's ankle.

I pressed my forehead to the floor, hitting the ground in frantic thuds as I begged for my baby's survival.