Marry Vampire King After Rebirth

Father wasn't happy with my choice, but seeing how determined I was, he didn't push it anymore.

He just sighed and tried to comfort me.

"If things get tough in the vampire clan, Clara can help you out."

But when Clara heard I'd chosen to mate with the vampire clan, she couldn't hold back and mocked me right to my face.

"Sister, even if you can't have Jax, you don't have to pick the rundown vampire clan. Don't end up starving before you even pop out a kid. I hear the vampires are going bankrupt."

"The werewolf pack is loaded, even their bath water is infused with precious moonlight healing herbs. If your days get too rough, sister, I can pack up some leftovers for you."

She said it all without caring about the servants' weird looks, covering her mouth and laughing hysterically.

In Clara's mind, the werewolf pack had endless resources, and Jax was not only loyal but a total beast in bed, his massive member always straining against his tight leather pants, promising endless stamina to fuck her senseless and knock her up fast.

But she didn't know that humans and werewolves didn't breed easily, and Jax was obsessed with heirs.

After six months with no pregnancy, Jax had turned his rage on me, tormenting me day and night, his thick shaft pounding into me brutally until I bled, all while growling about needing a pup.

It wasn't until I used a secret ritual to get pregnant and birthed Zeal, securing power for the werewolves, that Jax finally eased up.

I smiled faintly.

"No need to worry about me, sister. Since he's the mate I chose, I won't regret it, right?"

"Rowena, what's there to be proud of picking a broke-ass vampire?"

Clara, seeing I wasn't pissed, got furious herself and knocked all the pastries off the table.

"I'll be the first to get pregnant. My child will be the next alliance ruler."

I ignored her tantrum and went to prepare for the wedding in three days.

Clara was right about one thing—the vampire clan was dirt poor. I worried they couldn't even afford a proper gown, so I planned to get one ready myself.

But to my surprise, that night Thorne came personally to deliver the wedding dress.

This was the first time I really took in Thorne's appearance.

His skin was pale as moonlight, flawless and smooth, with sharp, chiseled features that screamed otherworldly allure.

High cheekbones, a strong jawline framed by tousled dark hair, and lips curved in a seductive smirk that promised dark pleasures.

He was the epitome of vampire charm, tall and leanly muscled, exuding raw, magnetic sex appeal that made my pulse quicken.

Opening the box, there was a blood-red trailing gown, the chest adorned with glowing dark crimson gems.

I'd never seen such a stunning dress; I was mesmerized.

"Miss Rowena, this is hand-stitched by our vampire clan's finest tailors. The blood gems are blessings from our people."

Thorne looked at me with deliberate distance, as if he wasn't the one about to mate with me.

"This is the first vampire-human union. If anything's not to your liking, tell me."

"Thank you, I love it."

Just as I was about to put the dress away, Clara sauntered in, arm linked with Jax's, looking smug as hell.

"Sister, you can't seriously have just this one dress? Jax prepared a whole ten wedding gowns for me, each one sexier than the last."

Jax stared at Clara with eyes full of lust, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass possessively, his bulge already tenting his pants like he was ready to bend her over right there.

Clara only knew werewolves were deeply loyal, but she didn't get that it was pure instinct, making them fixated on breeding.

If she didn't give him a pup soon, would Jax still pamper her?

Thorne's grip on his scepter tightened for a moment. He looked at me seriously.

"It's my vampire clan that's wronged you, Miss Rowena. I promise you, Thorne will never betray you in this life."

Clara snorted.

"Pretty words are easy. Let's see if you can even knock her up!"

Clara couldn't stop yapping about babies now—her barren past life was a thorn in her side, so she was obsessed with getting pregnant. She wasn't even mated to Jax yet but was already shacking up in his den.

In a way, they were perfect for each other when it came to breeding obsessions.

"Sister, focus on your own mating. Someone might think you're eyeing my fiancé again."

I smiled faintly at Clara, and in the midst of her and Jax's ugly expressions, I took Thorne's hand and left.

Soon, from behind, I heard Clara flirting with Jax, her voice dripping with seduction as she pressed her body against his, grinding her hips into his massive bulge.

"Jax, baby, fuck me hard tonight and pump me full of your hot cum. I want your pup growing in me so bad"

My stupid sister, reborn and still obsessed with rising through motherhood.