My Parents Donated My Retina After I Died

I was a Vampire Princess, mated and married to an Alpha werewolf.

But our child was neither vampire nor werewolf; he was nothing but a scrawny, feral mutt.

In a fit of rage, Kaelen killed him and banished me.

To save my baby, I drained every drop of my magic and died completely.

Five hundred years after my death, Kaelen came seeking my heart to ensure his new Luna could bear an heir.

"Five hundred years... has she learned her lesson? Tell her to offer up her heart, and I might just forgive her this once."

But when he finally learned of my death, he fell to his knees before my grave, weeping and begging for forgiveness.

Chapter 1

Five hundred years ago, I was Elara, a pureblood Vampire Princess.

Today, I was nothing but a phantom, a spirit tethered to the mortal realm.

I had no heartbeat, no body temperature, no physical form.

I had spent centuries watching over the only thing I had left in this world: my son, Lucian.

Due to the trauma of his birth and the ruthless depletion of his magic, Lucian was trapped in the sickly, frail body of a six-year-old boy.

He wandered between two worlds, accepted by neither.

In the eyes of the vampires, he was a filthy half-breed, a walking symbol of the Princess who had defiled her bloodline by mating with a werewolf.