Laura gasped behind me, hand over her mouth. “Oliver! She’s turning! She’s becoming a low–rank vampire! If we don’t deal with her now, she’ll become a threat to everyone in the castle!“}
Oliver’s expression cracked inch by inch at her words.
“No,” he muttered. “It’s impossible. The vampires here today were all nobles. I only had the butler release a few low–level ones to scare her. They weren’t meant to get out.”
He couldn’t accept it, but reality had already set in.”
Still, he bit open his own wrist in desperation, his pureblood flowing freely. He cupped it, then brought it to my lips./
“Serena, no matter who turned you, If I give you my First Embrace now, it might not be too late!“>
His
words were firm but the moment he looked into my fully crimson eyes, even his eyelashes trembled.}
Because as a pureblood prince, Oliver knew better than anyone.
It was already too lar
Yet as his blood slid down my throat, I drank it like a starved traveler finding water in a desert.”
I drank greedily, the fire in my chest burning hotter with every swallow craving more.”
The pureblood from Oliver’s wrist was quickly drained into my stomach.
But my eyes soon locked on his pale neck. My throat tightened with unbearable thirst.
A flicker of despair darkened Oliver’s gaze. Following my stare, he slowly loosened the collar of his shirt.
“Still not enough?” he murmured, voice hollow. “You’re still thirsty, aren’t you? Then drink your fill.”
A low growl tore from my throat, feral and unfamiliar.
In the next instant, I lunged forward, sinking my fangs deep into his neck.
Oliver grunted softly but didn’t resist. Instead, he spread his arms wide and let me take whatever I wanted.}
But I had barely taken a few gulps, when a silver flash pierced through my chest.
I let go of him and stumbled back in terror.
Laura stood before me, her eyes cold as ice. In her hand was a silver dagger, still stained with my blood. Drop by drop, it fell to the floor. Without hesitation, Oliver raised his hand and struck her across the face.
“Who gave you permission to touch her?!”
Laura clutched her cheek in disbelief, tears welling in her eyes.
“If I hadn’t stepped in, would you have just watched her drain you dry?” she cried. “Oliver, Serena has completely lost control. You’re the vampire prince! You have a duty to uphold vampire law! You can’t ignore everything just because she’s her!“}
Oliver looked at me, his eyes clouded with anguish.
But even through the pain, his voice remained resolute.
“Newborns always struggle to control their thirst. I don’t believe Serena was turned by low–class scum. And I refuse to believe she’s become one of them.”
“She must’ve been turned by a vampire noble, she’ll awaken in time. After the next blood moon, seven days from now, her powers and awareness will return. Until then, no one is allowed to touch her!“}
With that, Oliver swept me up into his arms and carried me toward his master bedroom.
Behind us, Laura’s voice rang out sharp, bitter, and hateful.
“Seven days from now, you’ll see Trash!”
e the truth fo
yourself! Serena won’t awaken she’ll become a mindless, bloodthirsty beast. She’s filth.
But the only answer she received was
the slam of a heavy door.
Inside the room, Oliver gently laid me on the bed.
Then, with a soft voice and trembling hands, he brushed his fingers over my forehead. “Serena, sleep. Sleep well.”)
Using his vampire powers, he lulled me into a deep, heavy sleep.
His palm remained warm against my head, but his voice was thick with suppressed grief.
“Seven days,” he whispered. “You’ll wake You’ll remember everything between us, won’t you?“{
Though I was asleep, his actions still reached me.
Every day, Oliver fed me his own pure blood.
Even though he knew it wouldn’t undo the transformation, he never stopped. And every day, he whispered by my ear like a prayer:@ “Serena, do you remember the first time we met?“}
“You were working in that dim little tavern. The moment I walked in, I was drawn to the scent on you. Even through the haze of smoke, liquor, and perfume, your scent cut through, clean and intoxicating.“}
“I couldn’t stop thinking about it. After that, I found myself going back again and again just to catch a glimpse of you.”
always wondered why you worked so hard, rain or shine, juggling so many jobs.”
“Until the night you told me, you were abandoned by the world. That if you didn’t fight, you wouldn’t survive.“}
“That moment, for the first time in centuries, my heart felt pain.“}
As he spoke, flashes of memory swirled through my sleeping mind. It is like a reel of images spinning too fast to hold onto.>
I saw my childhood. My birth parents had abandoned me. The orphanage raised me.
And when I turned eighteen, the woman I called mother, the orphanage director, cast me out too.
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