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Bound To The Vampire Prince

The human race was at war with the vampires but it all came to an end when an agreement was made. A truce that had been in existence for centuries– a woman would be offered to the current vampire prince to be his wife or mistress, trapped forever as his prisoner. It sounded drastic but thousands of women would kill for that spot but Eliza was the unlucky one Some said she was lucky, while others said it was through power and wealth that she managed to catch the interest of the cursed prince. Eliza lost all her privileges the moment she was proclaimed his bride but what happens when the vampires demand for their prince to have a child with Eliza? Or he chooses another human female that would do the job. " Don't worry, I respect your decision, I understand if you want to take in another wife." She whispered with a handful of tears ready to spill out from her reddened eyes " No wife, you are the only woman in my life!" Dav exclaimed. Will that promise hold for a long time, when Eliza refused to do her duty as the Prince's wife?

Ozioma_Ebube · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
230 Chs

Chapter 107

Scared, Eliza wrapped herself under her bedsheet.

Her husband hadn't said a word to her since he took her home. Instead, he stripped himself of every piece of clothing he had on him in the presence of his wife and got into the bathroom. 

Dav got himself soaked in the winter-cold water. All he wanted was to cool himself and probably, find a good way to apologise to his wife. 

"What the heck did I just do?" Dav asked, not directing his question to anyone.

His senses were back, he remembered everything he did to her back at the river but all he could do was to get angry at himself. Only the stars knew what would have happened if it was someone else that had done it to his wife, that person would be dead at the moment.

He wanted to punish himself but no amount of punishment would be able to justify what he did to her.

What if they return back to how they started where she would have to shrink at his slightest touch?