The Vampire Earl's Blood Slave

Synopsis

The pregnancy test showed two red lines. I slapped a hand over my mouth, my whole body shaking. Vampires couldn't have children. That was the iron rule of the night world. But I was pregnant with Darian Warren's child. I thought he'd be happy. However, he glanced at my belly, his voice cold as the chill of a castle's cellar. "Get rid of it." "Why?" I asked. "Because you're nothing but a blood slave. My heir must be a pure vampire. No human blood allowed," he replied. He turned and walked toward the woman in the red dress. It was Isabelle Gilmore, a vampire noble, the one everyone thought was the perfect blood mate for him. That night, I slit my wrist and fled the castle with the child who should never have existed. Five years later, I stood outside the supermarket, holding the hand of a little boy who could run in the sunlight and whose fangs would come out at night. Darian appeared across the street. He looked at my child, Danny Langston, and for the first time, he lost all control. Then, this thousand-year-old vampire earl dropped to one knee right there on the crowded street, in front of everyone. He said, "Hi, I'm your father." Danny ducked behind me, flashing his tiny fangs at Darian in a show of defiance. "You're a bad guy."