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"You think your royal blood makes you untouchable, half-breed? Watch as the desert sun claims your life, just like the Blood-Bond I shatter tonight." An exile in her own home, a servant in the powerful Crimson Talon vampire Clan, Elara Montoya suffers abuse for the alleged treason of her pureblood father and royal mother. Weak, unAscended, and utterly alone, she's suffered all her life under the cruel rule of Lord Severino, the Sire, and his sadistic heir, Kael Whitmore. But on the night of the Blood Moon Ascension Ceremony, all is twisted into a new nightmare. Elara is not only granted her fledgling powers but revealed as Kael's fated Blood-Bond. Publicly rejected by him, his devastating blow shatters her already precarious status. The Clan doesn't just beat her; they perform a brutal Blood-Breaking ritual, draining her to the brink of true death and dumping her body in the searing heat of forbidden La Sombra Desert. Yet, death does not come. Instead, she is discovered by three nomadic, lethal werewolves: Silas Reyes, the calculating tactician; Rook Santiago, the silent, volatile warrior; and Finn Harrington, the charismatic force of nature. Their kind is sworn enemies of the vampires, yet they are drawn in by Elara's unique potent royal blood. And when they share her forbidden essence, it doesn't turn them-it unlocks terrifying, latent Alpha powers inside them, forging an unnatural, primal Cross-Species Bond stronger than any vampire oath. Now bound to three Lycans, Elara must trade knowledge of the fortified Clan grounds for their protection. While healing and embracing a hybrid strength she never knew she possessed, she uncovers the ultimate truth: she is the daughter of the rightful heir to the Clan and a lost Vampire Royal-the very lineage Lord Severino usurped and feared.
Chapter 1 CHA
(ELARA MONTOYA POV)
The scent of stale blood, cheap liquor, and human fear was Elara's constant companion, clinging to the wool blanket like a shroud. But the words that tore through her sleep were far worse.
"You know, for a half-breed servant, your cot always smells exactly like old blood, cheap liquor, and sin. I really should have it burned."
The voice, laced with cruel amusement and the cold, metallic scent of a pureblood vampire, slammed into her skull. Elara tried to curl deeper into the mattress, not fighting the rough shake on her shoulder, but the primal urge to disappear. She was a ghost of the Crimson Talon Clan, and ghosts did not draw attention.
Lili Álvarez, her blood thrall and keeper, didn't relent. Lili sat heavily on the cot's edge, the movement violent enough to send the flimsy frame shuddering-a brutal, physical announcement.
"Rise and shine, Elara!" Lili's voice was too bright, too mortal. This wasn't the dawn; it was the unholy hour before it.
"Go to the Netherworld," Elara muttered into the pillow. The words were a prayer and a threat.
"Get up, child." Lili patted her back, a touch that always felt like a genuine spark of warmth quickly smothered by dismissive duty. "The Sire's manor won't clean itself."
Lili was right. The work was endless, a perpetual penance for her parents' treason. Elara's body was a monument to that crime-a constant, searing reminder of the Blood-Breaking rituals and the deep, ruler-long scars that mapped her body's 'sins.' She was the disgraced daughter, the spit-upon shame, forced to atone with a scrubber and a bucket.
Elara pushed herself up. The Quarters' tiny, barred window offered no light. She had managed four hours of rest after purifying the Grand Hall following Kael Whitmore's Blood-Feast. Kael, the Sire's heir, the spoiled, vicious brat whose entitlement had shattered her night.
"I hate all nights that end with a dawn cleanup," Elara ground out, the fatigue an anchor dragging her down. "It's eternal punishment for a treason I didn't commit."
Lili pressed a cool, paper cup into her hand. "A sip of Vita-Mix, and a dash of true blood. Drink it all, Elara. You need to keep up your strength."
The synthetic blood substitute was meant to keep her weak, yet functional. Every sip tasted like ash and captivity.
"More like, I need to go back to my cot to keep up my strength," Elara countered, but her defiance was a hollow echo. She was trapped.
She slipped behind the torn privacy curtain and exchanged her shift for her uniform: a faded, dark tunic that was her battle dress.
"If you don't move, the Sire will have your blood," Lili said, opening the thin wooden door.
That threat didn't just snap Elara awake-it felt like a whipcrack on her soul. Today, she was scheduled for the pre-Ascension cleanings at The Sire's Manor, preparing for Kael Whitmore's final ceremony. She had to clean the floors for the boy who would one day rule her. The boy who was the reason her parents were executed. The heir who was her direct, living conflict.
As she laced her salvaged, stiff boots, she ran a finger over the scar tissue on her forearm. The zing of phantom pain, the reminder of the iron rods, was nearly unbearable, but she managed. She had to.
"You."
The word was sharp, not her name-a cutting dismissal. Elara froze, her hand hovering over the doorknob. She knew the speaker, and she knew the true cost of ignoring a pureblood's command.
Annabella Torres leaned out of her doorway, draped in crimson silk. "Come light my scrying fire. I feel a chill."
The demand was unnecessary, a frivolous power play. The Manor was climate-controlled, and the day outside would soon be scorching. Elara felt a spike of pure, uncontrolled fury, a hot, hybrid instinct she usually kept buried under layers of servitude.
"The sun will be up in an hour," Elara said, her voice dangerously low. "You don't need a fire."
She tried to walk past, but Annabella's shriek was a physical blow. "You will light my damn fire, you impure wretch, before I tell Kael you refused an Elder's order! Does that miserable arm of yours still have room for more scars? You know what comes after."
The pain that comes after the scars run out of space. The Elders chose a more private, more agonizing location. The threat was not just physical-it was a direct hit on the most vulnerable parts of her being.
This was the point of no return.
"Fine. A fire for the princess," Elara mumbled, stomping into Annabella's lavish suite. Don't give her more ammunition.
Annabella's suite had a velvet-draped coffin, plush seating, and a hearth filled with nearly a foot of old, gray ash. She couldn't even be bothered to clear her own filth.
Elara snatched the small, engraved silver shovel. She leaned in to scrape out the ashes at the back, her spine turned toward her oppressor.
The silk-slippered tip of Annabella's foot connected with her backside.
It wasn't a push-it was a deliberate, vicious kick. Elara stumbled, her face plunging into the cold, fine-gray ash. She coughed, sputtering for breath, tasting the dust of Annabella's vanity. Annabella's high-pitched laughter echoed in the room, a sound like glass shattering.
"You-!"
Elara's voice was a roar, a deep, resonant rumble that rattled in her chest, an unfamiliar, primal sound of her suppressed hybrid nature. It was the sound of a caged animal straining its bars.
She yearned to turn around, to make this pureblood princess pay for every insult, every scar, every night of her servitude. To unleash the thing inside her that they feared most.
But she couldn't. Not yet. Her vengeance had to be perfect, or she would be destroyed. The rage burned, a hidden furnace, but the price of its use was too high. She had to choose the humiliation.
She slowly rose, her tunic coated in ash, her eyes fixed on the filthy shovel, not on Annabella. The princess would revel in her defeat.
Elara knew her goal: Survival until she could strike at Kael Whitmore and the Sire. This kick, this humiliation, was just fuel for the fire.
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Chapter 13 CHA
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Chapter 14 CHA
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Chapter 15 CHA
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