Vampire Husband Regretted After Human Wife Died

Damien had barely finished his connection with Vivienne when Clara appeared at the Enforcer's Hall.

"Damien, have you heard from Lena? She had an appointment with a human physician tomorrow — a pregnancy checkup. It's been scheduled for weeks."

Clara was my only friend in the vampire world. She had known Damien before me, but she chose my side. In a world full of vampires who treated me like mobile blood bank, Clara's friendship was the only warmth I had.

"Pregnancy checkup?" Damien's lip curled. "What pregnancy?"

"I've been trying to reach her for days," Clara pressed. "No response to anything. Nothing. I'm worried, Damien."

"Worried about what? She's probably off somewhere throwing a tantrum."

Clara's voice sharpened. "She's your mate. She could be carrying your child. Do you not care at all?"

Damien cut her off. "You don't understand how things work among vampire and human, Clara. Don't let Lena use you. She made up this pregnancy to avoid giving blood to Vivienne. She has always been selfish."

"Tell her this," he continued, his tone turning cold. "If she still refuses to donate, I will dissolve our bonding vow. I won't let her selfishness kill the woman I love."

The woman he loved.

Not me. Never me.

He walked away before Clara could respond.

Later, Marcus approached him quietly. "Lena's been out of contact for days now. Should I send someone to look for her?"

Damien waved it off. "She probably went back to the human world, waiting for me to chase after her. She'll come back on her own in a day or two."

I remembered the first time Damien brought me to meet the pureblood aristocrats. It was shortly after our bonding ceremony — a formal gathering at one of the Court's grand halls.

I had agonized over what to wear. Tried my best to look presentable. I was nervous, excited even — Damien said he wanted to introduce me to an old friend.

He didn't tell me Vivienne was his first love.

The hall was full of purebloods. Vivienne stood at the center, radiant, every gesture dripping with centuries of grace. When she saw me, she smiled.

"Damien, so this is your human mate?" Her gaze swept over me from head to toe. "She looks... healthy, at least."

Soft laughter rippled through the room.

Damien's face darkened — not at Vivienne's mockery, but at me. For embarrassing him.

"Can't you dress properly?" he hissed. "You're humiliating me in front of everyone."

I was already wearing the best thing I owned. But a human in a room full of immortal aristocrats — it didn't matter what I wore. I would never fit in.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Just go," he said. "I'll stay with Vivienne."

That was the first time I understood — I would never belong in his world.

Back at the Hall, a junior enforcer delivered his report. "No humans have been registered as missing in the territory over the past several days."

Another enforcer shook his head. "A human woman killed in our domain, and nobody has come looking for her? What kind of mate doesn't notice his wife is gone?"

"Hard to imagine," Damien agreed.

He had no idea they were talking about him.

Damien would mobilize his entire unit for an unknown corpse. But his own wife vanishing for days didn't deserve a second thought.

He handed the crumpled paper from the body over to the analysis team.

Marcus hesitated. "Damien, what if something really happened to Lena? Maybe I should look into it..."

"You know how she is," Damien said. "Give it a couple of days. She'll come back on her own."

But there would be no "couple of days."

No one was coming back.

No more apologies. No more begging for a love that was never mine.