The Lost Bet of the Vampire’s Human Wife
On our fifth wedding anniversary, I nestled in the arms of my vampire husband, Alaric, and offered my neck to his lingering kisses.
My breath caught as my hand fumbled in my pocket for the pregnancy test crystal. It glowed faintly, showing a clear positive result.
I planned to reveal my pregnancy as my final surprise for the night: we were going to have a half-vampire child of our own.
Alaric's confidant, Roman, grinned suggestively and asked in the Old Tongue of the Kindred:
"Your Highness, and what of your childhood friend, the beautiful pureblood Elise? Does she satisfy you?"
Alaric's mocking laughter rumbled against my chest, sending a chill down my spine.
He replied in the same Ol