He Waited Seven Years for a Corpse
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Seven years ago, my father, the Wolf King, listened to the slander of his new lover and personally brought a bowl of abortion poison to my mother.
My mother fought desperately to turn her head away in resistance, but he forced it down her throat anyway.
In her absolute despair, she let out a harrowing scream, vowing she would never see him again in this lifetime!
Since then, the soul bond between my parents was completely severed.
My father, however, brushed it off, dead certain that my mother was "blocking the bond" to throw a temper tantrum.
Until today, when the vampire army massed at our borders, specifically demanding a royal blood slave.
To protect his new lover's daughter, my father seized me to take her place.
He set fire to my mother's beloved sea of moonflowers, pointing at the soaring flames and roaring: "If you come out and beg me, I'll spare Aria's life!"
But even as the inferno reduced half the courtyard to ashes, the space behind that tightly shut door remained in a state of dead silence.
He didn't know—
The severed bond wasn't a tantrum.
Because of that bowl of poison seven years ago, my mother had drawn her last breath that very night.
My mother fought desperately to turn her head away in resistance, but he forced it down her throat anyway.
In her absolute despair, she let out a harrowing scream, vowing she would never see him again in this lifetime!
Since then, the soul bond between my parents was completely severed.
My father, however, brushed it off, dead certain that my mother was "blocking the bond" to throw a temper tantrum.
Until today, when the vampire army massed at our borders, specifically demanding a royal blood slave.
To protect his new lover's daughter, my father seized me to take her place.
He set fire to my mother's beloved sea of moonflowers, pointing at the soaring flames and roaring: "If you come out and beg me, I'll spare Aria's life!"
But even as the inferno reduced half the courtyard to ashes, the space behind that tightly shut door remained in a state of dead silence.
He didn't know—
The severed bond wasn't a tantrum.
Because of that bowl of poison seven years ago, my mother had drawn her last breath that very night.

















































