Betrayed by her Blood. Claimed by the Night.

Betrayed by her Blood. Claimed by the Night.

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(18+ Warning: This novel contains explicit scenes of violence, aristocratic cruelty, sexual content, and themes of blood magic, non-consensual binding, and character trauma.) Sofia Quispe was never meant to be a simple noble. As the supposed pureblood heir to the powerful Abribi Covenant, her fate was sealed in a political Blood Union to three powerful vampire princes: the dominant Zilo Graves, the ruthless Klaus Blackwell, and the ambitious Zack Rivera. This union was meant to secure the throne and unite the kingdom. But during the Ceremony of Binding, the blood doesn't lie. When Sofia fails to Awaken her vampiric gifts, a desperate bloodline test reveals the shattering truth: she is not a pureblood noble, but a disgraced Dhampir-half-human, half-vampire-the product of her deceased mother's forbidden betrayal. In the rigid aristocracy of the vampire world, Dhampirs are considered abominations, a stain on bloodline purity. Renounced by her enraged father, Lord Quispe, and brutally rejected by the Princes who fear political ruin, Sofia is cast out of the Covenant citadel and into the perilous human world, a day-walker with no power, plagued by the maddening Blood Hunger caused by the trio's incomplete Blood Mark. Rock bottom forces her into the shadows of the city, where she works at a supernatural bar, fighting to control the erratic power surges of her cursed bond. When a violent attack by feral vampires leaves her vulnerable, she is saved by Phuwin Montague, a powerful, enigmatic Vampire Sovereign from a rival faction. Phuwin sees not a flaw, but a unique political weapon-a Dhampir marked by a Prince. Drawn into his dangerous orbit, Sofia trains with an ex-military vampire hunter, learning to master her hybrid nature and the dark potential of her blood. But the psychic echoes of the incomplete bond still haunt her, pulling her

Betrayed by her Blood. Claimed by the Night. Chapter 1 CHA

LAVINIA QUISPE POV: The Gilded Shackle

The moment the guard's fist hit the door, a sudden, sharp surge of cold dread spiked through me. It wasn't just nerves; it was the suffocating, familiar terror of being caged.

"It is time," the deep voice of the guard bellowed.

My throat tightened. You can do this, Lavinia. Just the most important, inescapable day of your life. I needed better pep talks.

Mari, my maid and only friend, gave my shoulder a sympathetic squeeze-a gesture that felt far from comforting because it confirmed my misery was obvious to everyone.

"Every female Fledgling in the Covenant would kill to be Bound to not one, but three beautiful Princes," she chided softly, adjusting the heavy white robes over my torso. "And you act like it's a death sentence."

I let out a harsh, low puff of air. "It is, Mari. A glamorous one."

My mother, Rosa, had been tall and slender. I was shorter, with softer curves. The robes, meant to be ethereal, hung loose on my shoulders, yet the tight crimson sash cinched my waist and the thin fabric closely skimmed my pronounced hips. I wasn't built like a disciplined pureblood noble; I'd been confined to courtly etiquette lessons while other novices trained for combat. I was an ornament, a prize.

"It must be nice to have such a glamorous destiny," Mari sighed wistfully, but I gave her a pointed look. She knew exactly how I felt about my so-called "glamorous" life-the luxurious, gilded cage my father had locked me into.

My purpose, carefully cultivated over years, was simple: to be an acceptable socialite, a suitable fixture for my future consorts to parade around. My father, Lord Quispe, was trading ownership.

"It's not the Princes I have a problem with," I said, the words coming out flat.

Honestly, Zilo, Klaus, and Zack were the only things making this less terrifying. They were the closest thing to brothers I'd had-a strange foundation for a Blood Union, especially now that they had become near-strangers. This night would bind the four of us forever, irrevocably. For me, it was trading one warden for three. But for them-strong, proud purebloods tethered only by their extraordinary bond-it was a different kind of shackle: the end of unbridled freedom.

Mari pulled me back to the present with an innocent, but loaded, question: "When was the last time you even saw them?"

"Zilo stopped by last week to deliver a status report to Father," I said, tugging absently on the signet ring dangling from a chain around my neck-my only tangible keepsake of my dead mother.

Mari offered a fragile confidence. "Well, I'm sure things will be different once you receive the Blood Mark. A Sanguine Bond unites consorts."

A memory flashed: the strangely melancholic look in my mother's eyes whenever I'd asked about her arranged Binding Day. My parents proved that a Sanguine Bond could just as easily be a prison as a true connection.

"Yeah," I said, without sounding half as convinced as I needed to be. "I am sure that it will."

The guard's peremptory knock sounded again, sharper this time. Mari playfully swatted my hip and opened the door.

"Duty calls," I murmured, pulling my robes higher.

I followed the massive, armored guard down the back passageway of the Sanctuary. The Covenant's focal point, where "Bloodline Purity and Tradition are the keys to stability." As we drew within earshot of the low, cultured murmur of the nobles waiting in the main hall, my anxiety spiked again-a deep, visceral ache in my gut.

The great doors opened, and the scene hit me like a physical blow. A sea of crimson candles bathed the massive chamber in a warm, pulsing light. This wasn't just a ceremony; it was a political spectacle of the highest, most elaborate order, full of rival Covenant representatives I was expected to impress. I was a glittering, high-born puppet.

I started my slow, paced walk down the aisle. I saw the eyes of the younger female novices, full of envy. Fools. Most of them would at least be allowed to choose their own partners. The fact that I didn't actively hate the Princes was the only blessing I could count.

I continued toward the raised marble dais, taking another deep, shaky breath.

And there they were. Zilo, Klaus, Zack.

First, Zilo, who offered a soft, calming smile that temporarily smoothed my jangling nerves. He had always been the kindest, the most bearable.

Then Klaus, to Zilo's right, classically handsome, chiseled, but with a look that made my stomach twist with familiar anxiety. His dark eyes swept over me like a detached general inspecting a new armament. He was the most difficult to read, the most formidable-the one I feared disappointing the most.

Finally, Zack. On Zilo's left, hands clasped loosely behind his back. There was a flicker of something in his emerald-green eyes, unlike the others-a hint of simmering, dangerous heat beneath his tranquil veneer. He gave the slightest of nods, and an unexpected wave of warmth washed over me.

I just need to make it to the dais.

I stopped in front of the altar. Lord Quispe stepped forward-laconic, cold, his face stern, without a trace of paternal warmth. He took my hand, firm and impersonal.

"You have done well, Lavinia," he said, his voice a low, cold command. "Do not fail your Houses now."

He presented me to the three Princes with the ceremonial words: "Here is the tie that binds our Covenants, the blood that will secure our future."

Zilo was first. He took my hand from my father's grasp, his touch warm in contrast to my father's chill. "Lavinia," he said, his voice a deep, resonant rumble. His thumb brushed over my knuckles. "Welcome home."

The simplicity, the sincerity; the anxiety and suffocating political atmosphere faded. This isn't about the Covenant. It's about us. Maybe Mari was right. Maybe a true Sanguine Bond could make this less a prison and more of a family.

I looked at the three powerful men in front of me, my past friends and future consorts. And then Klaus, the formidable one, stepped forward, his expression severe, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that cut through my fragile hope.

"Before the Rite begins," Klaus stated, his voice a low, hard rasp that silenced the entire hall, "we must make a clarification to the Covenant."

The new surge of dread was immediate, raw, and undeniable. My father's face contorted in a silent, furious mask of shock.

Klaus tightened his grip on my hand, turning to face the assembled nobles. "Lavinia Quispe is our Blood Bride. But our bond is conditioned. We require her to secure the missing artifact of the Covenant-the Sanguine Heart-before the formal mark is given. Until then, she will be under our protective custody, but not our Lady."

My heart hammered against my ribs, an excruciating beat of pure, terrifying realization. This wasn't a wedding; it was a mission, a test, a trap.

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