One Last Bite Made Me the Vampire's Only Mate
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The best deal I ever made in my life was selling my blood to a vampire.
I was a broke, permanently starving werewolf who needed ten times the food a normal person did just to feel full.
Evan was a vampire heir with a blood allergy, the kind where the smell alone made him sick and dizzy. Somehow his life was worse than mine.
Except my blood didn't trigger it. He never reacted to me.
So he pulled out his card. "I'll keep you fed. You let me feed off you."
This wasn't a vampire. This was a walking meal ticket.
For the next three years, he was the perfect meal buddy. Five meals a day, and he never once complained. Once I finished and let out a satisfied burp, it was his turn, just a small sip, nothing more.
Then, the year we graduated, he got a call from his family. He had to fly back to Europe that same night.
Before he left, I figured I'd thank him for three years of generosity. I pulled my collar aside.
"Go ahead, take more this time. Consider it a going-away present."
He hesitated, then leaned in.
But this time, once his teeth were in, he couldn't stop.
By the time he pulled back, horrified at himself, I already had a hand pressed to my neck, and everything went dark.
I was a broke, permanently starving werewolf who needed ten times the food a normal person did just to feel full.
Evan was a vampire heir with a blood allergy, the kind where the smell alone made him sick and dizzy. Somehow his life was worse than mine.
Except my blood didn't trigger it. He never reacted to me.
So he pulled out his card. "I'll keep you fed. You let me feed off you."
This wasn't a vampire. This was a walking meal ticket.
For the next three years, he was the perfect meal buddy. Five meals a day, and he never once complained. Once I finished and let out a satisfied burp, it was his turn, just a small sip, nothing more.
Then, the year we graduated, he got a call from his family. He had to fly back to Europe that same night.
Before he left, I figured I'd thank him for three years of generosity. I pulled my collar aside.
"Go ahead, take more this time. Consider it a going-away present."
He hesitated, then leaned in.
But this time, once his teeth were in, he couldn't stop.
By the time he pulled back, horrified at himself, I already had a hand pressed to my neck, and everything went dark.











































