Alpha, I am a vampire

I hid my vampire identity and married a werewolf.

Later, he came home with his pregnant mistress.

"She's afraid of the dark," he said calmly. "You'll sleep in the guest room tonight."

I smiled and clasped the family bracelet around her wrist—one second later, her scream tore through the air.

He rushed over to protect her, roaring at me to kneel and apologize.

And I, with my back to him, revealed my fangs.

…

…

"She's afraid of the dark."

Nathaniel stands in our bedroom doorway, Isabelle clinging to his arm like a vine.

My bedroom. My fortress. My cage for nine years.

Nine years of suppressing my true nature for him.

Nine years of pretending I'm just another werewolf Luna.

"You'll sleep in the guest room tonight, Catherine."

Not a request. A command.

My fangs ache behind my lips—the bloodlust I've controlled for nearly a decade suddenly roaring to life.

Stay calm. Don't let him see.

"Of course, Alpha."

His eyes narrow—he expected tears.

Isabelle's pulse quickens, rabbit-fast and terrified.

I can hear every beat. Smell the fear-sweat. Taste the adrenaline in the air.

God, I'm hungry.

"The Moonvow Bracelet," Nathaniel says. "Give it to Isabelle. She's Luna now."

The bracelet my grandmother gave me—not Blackwood magic, but Ashford blood magic.

Ancient vampire protection that's kept my secret safe all these years.

"With pleasure."

I unclasp it, feeling my power surge the moment it leaves my skin.

"Catherine—" Nathaniel steps forward.

Too late.

I snap it around Isabelle's wrist.

The reaction is instantaneous and violent.

White light explodes, but it's not the bracelet rejecting her.

It's recognizing what she is.

What she's done.

Isabelle screams as the magic burns truth into her flesh—every lie, every manipulation, every poisoned cup of tea.

Including the one that killed my child.

She collapses, convulsing, blood pooling beneath silver.

"What did you do?" Nathaniel drops beside her.

"I gave her what you asked for, Alpha." My voice is ice. "The bracelet reveals truth. And the truth is burning her alive."

"KNEEL!" His Alpha command crashes over me.

I laugh.

Alpha commands don't work on vampires, you fool.

"Kneel and apologize NOW!"

"No."

The word echoes through the hall.

Pack members crowd doorways, phones out, recording.

Elder Tobias leans forward. "Three days," he whispers. "She'll be back."

Watch me.

Nathaniel's hand shoots out, gripping my throat.

His pulse hammers against my lips—so close, so tempting.

I could tear his throat out right now.

End this.

But that would be too merciful.

"I said no, Alpha Blackwood." I meet his eyes, letting my pupils dilate—just enough for him to see something's wrong. "Not anymore. Not ever again."

His fingers tighten, then release.

Confusion flickers across his face.

Did her eyes just turn red?

"Get out. Get out of my sight."

I turn toward the door where my suitcase waits.

Everything else burned last week—evidence of what I really am.

"Congratulations on your heir," I say without looking back. "I hope she gives you the family you wanted."

The blood moon rises as I walk through the gates.

Behind me, chaos erupts.

My phone buzzes.

Unknown Number: Transport ready. North gate. The Elders are waiting.

Not werewolf elders.

Vampire Elders.