血月不再為你而升

For nine years, I hid my identity as a five-hundred-year-old pureblood vampire and lived as the obedient Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, believing my love could earn me a home. Then my husband Caesar brought his pregnant mistress into our bedroom, stripped me of my Luna title, and ordered my blood drained to save her—even after the doctor warned it would kill me. They declared me dead and prepared a secret burial. But the coffin was empty. At my own funeral, the truth was exposed: I was the sole heir to the oldest vampire dynasty, the child I had lost was murdered by his mistress, and her baby was never his. I returned as Queen of House Ashford, took his power, dignity, and pride, and forced him to live with the family he had destroyed. He thought regret could bring me back. But the blood moon would never rise for him again—because I was done shrinking myself to fit inside his world. I would build one of my own.