Seventeen Times He Killed Me
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My fiancé has tried to kill me seventeen times.
Everyone says I'm cursed by the Moon Goddess. Five years, seventeen mating ceremonies—all ending in blood.
An eagle's talons through my spine. Poisoned wine that stopped my heart. Ritual flames that charred my skin. Each time, I survived. Each time, Kael Silverblade held my hand and swore it was fate's cruelty, not his.
I believed him.
Until the seventeenth time.
Blood moon. Three assassins. Nine bone blades cutting precise lines across my body—missing every vital organ, maximizing the pain. I writhed on the sacred stones, screaming until my voice broke.
Three days later, still wrapped in bandages, I heard him talking to his lieutenant outside the healing den.
"Lord Silverblade, she almost died this time. Maybe we should—"
"No." Kael's voice was ice. "Her brother saved my life. My grandfather swore a blood debt—a mating bond to repay it. But goddammit, I love Vira. I've always loved Vira. Not her."
Silence.
"Keep the accidents coming," he said. "As long as she won't let go, we keep going. She'll break eventually. She has to."
I pressed against the wall, tears streaming down my face.
Seventeen times. Not curses. Not fate.
Him.
The male I'd loved since I was sixteen.
But here's what Kael doesn't know—this time, he finally wins.
I won't survive the next full moon.
Everyone says I'm cursed by the Moon Goddess. Five years, seventeen mating ceremonies—all ending in blood.
An eagle's talons through my spine. Poisoned wine that stopped my heart. Ritual flames that charred my skin. Each time, I survived. Each time, Kael Silverblade held my hand and swore it was fate's cruelty, not his.
I believed him.
Until the seventeenth time.
Blood moon. Three assassins. Nine bone blades cutting precise lines across my body—missing every vital organ, maximizing the pain. I writhed on the sacred stones, screaming until my voice broke.
Three days later, still wrapped in bandages, I heard him talking to his lieutenant outside the healing den.
"Lord Silverblade, she almost died this time. Maybe we should—"
"No." Kael's voice was ice. "Her brother saved my life. My grandfather swore a blood debt—a mating bond to repay it. But goddammit, I love Vira. I've always loved Vira. Not her."
Silence.
"Keep the accidents coming," he said. "As long as she won't let go, we keep going. She'll break eventually. She has to."
I pressed against the wall, tears streaming down my face.
Seventeen times. Not curses. Not fate.
Him.
The male I'd loved since I was sixteen.
But here's what Kael doesn't know—this time, he finally wins.
I won't survive the next full moon.
















































