I broke my sister's dream of becoming a queen
In my past life, on the day my sister and I attended the Witch Covenant's mate selection ceremony, I saved a fallen vampire prince.
To repay his debt, the prince immediately announced upon returning to his clan that I would become his future bride.
A year later, I gave birth to a pure-blood heir, the only successor in the entire vampire race.
The prince was overjoyed. On the day of his coronation as regent, he completed the blood contract with me, making me his eternal companion and queen. From then on, I was revered by all races.
Meanwhile, my sister chose to marry a powerful werewolf leader, only to become the most insignificant among his many lovers.
Her jealousy drove her to madness. During a witch's full moon festival, she pushed me off a cliff, leaving me to die from the fall.
When I opened my eyes again, my sister was already running toward where the vampire prince had fallen on the day of the mate selection ceremony. I knew she had been reborn too.
But she didn't know that becoming the prince's bride was easy.
Winning his heart and bearing his child, however, was nearly impossible.
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A witch's power stems from desire—this is an ancient law inscribed in our bloodline.
Once a witch comes of age, the powerful magic within becomes restless, craving union with a strong partner to achieve balance. Otherwise, the long nights would be consumed by uncontrolled magic turning against us.
The covenant elders, fearing we might indulge recklessly and invite unnecessary trouble, decreed that our first task upon coming of age was to select suitable partners, strengthening relationships with other races through marriage.
Today we had just arrived at the altar, not yet having time to properly observe the various males before us.
The girl beside me gently nudged me:
"On our way here, I saw your sister Ella running frantically toward the Shadow Forest. No one could stop her. Isn't she participating in the ceremony?"
At these words, I immediately understood.
It seemed I wasn't the only one reborn—my dear sister had apparently returned from the previous life as well.
Her urgent rush toward the Shadow Forest was likely for her dream of royal glory and wealth.
Before I could respond, a fierce wind suddenly arose outside, and dark clouds gathered in the sky.
In an instant, darkness fell. Several magnificent black-gold carriages pulled by nightmare beasts descended from above, and vampire emissaries appeared before us, announcing the prince's decree.
My heart sank. Having experienced this before, I knew this was Prince Alexander coming to claim his "savior" as his bride.
In my past life, my sister had deliberately made things difficult for me, sending me to the Shadow Forest to gather moonflowers for her.
Unexpectedly, through a twist of fate, I stumbled upon a man who had been ambushed by enemies and lay unconscious on the ground.
Originally, I intended to use a witch's life energy to revive him while satisfying my most primal desires.
To my surprise, upon awakening, he gave me the vampire regent's signet ring.
Not only did he reveal his identity as a vampire prince, but he also directly announced through bloodline communication that I would be his future companion.
Our Witch Covenant held neither high nor low status—we had never received such honor.
Naturally, I had no choice in the matter. My fate was decided within a few words.
Though vampires are lords of the night, they harbor unknown secrets.
To nurture a pure-blood heir, the mother must use her own life essence as nourishment for the fetus to absorb.
The vampire bloodline power is particularly domineering—ordinary females from other races simply cannot withstand it.
Most die from life force depletion after a few months of pregnancy, taking both lives. But by chance, I survived.
I directly gave birth to the only pure-blood heir of this vampire generation. The vampire regent was overjoyed and immediately formed an eternal blood contract with me.
Decades later, when Alexander inherited the regent's position, I naturally became his only queen, enjoying endless wealth and glory.
Meanwhile, my sister, who had chosen the werewolf leader, discovered he was promiscuous with many lovers. She could never become his sole "moon companion."
Seeing him only once a month—how could that satisfy her nature as a witch?
She washed her face with tears daily, living in unbearable pain.
Finally, on the day of the witch's full moon festival, she lured me to a cliff's edge and pushed me over.
I'll never forget that dying despair.
Suddenly, surrounded by covenant elders, Alexander appeared before everyone holding my sister's hand, his face full of affection:
"Ella is kind-hearted. She saved me in the forest. From now on, she is my chosen bride."
Following protocol, I knelt down. My sister looked down at the crowd with barely concealed triumph.
However, where she couldn't see, the corners of my mouth curved slightly upward.
Dear sister, since you're so eager to die, I suppose I'll have to grant your wish.
The vampire prince's wedding was a hundred times more important than our mate selection ceremony.
My sister and I, along with several witch companions, were brought to the vampire's Shadow Castle, forbidden to leave even a single step, to focus entirely on preparing everything for my sister's pre-wedding arrangements.
Stroking the blood crystal necklace that Alex had specially sent over, I felt nothing in my heart.
Though beautiful, this thing was nothing more than a death charm in my eyes.
In my previous life, the rewards I received were a hundred times more magnificent than my sister's. Every word and action of mine was even imitated by other women across the continent.
But behind it all, only I knew how much I suffered trying to give birth to the child in my womb.
Before I could examine it closely, a maid from my sister's side hurried over to me:
"Miss Lila, Her future Highness requests your presence."
She wants to see me? At this time, shouldn't my sister be preparing her wedding dress? Why would she think of her insignificant sister?
Though I still had some doubts, she was now the prince's publicly acknowledged fiancée, and I had no power to resist her words.
As soon as I reached my sister's room, I saw Alex with his shirt open, looking completely satisfied as he walked out from inside.
I quickly lowered my head. He didn't even glance at me.
His scent was all too familiar—that unique aroma vampires emit after passion, a mixture of blood and roses.
I knew my sister had already slept with him.
There was no helping it. After witches come of age, they often lose control of themselves. Once they touch a man they desire, they can't help but draw closer—this was our fatal weakness.
My sister lay half-reclined on the bed with a smile, covered only by a thin silk sheet that did nothing to conceal her alluring figure.
Seeing me enter, her expression instantly darkened. She slowly extended one finger, pointing at the embroidery pattern on the table:
"You embroidered this? Very good."
I didn't dare move. Since childhood, she had beaten and scolded me at will—why would she be so kind as to praise me now?
Moreover, thinking of how she had pushed me from the precipice in my previous life, my heart began beating uncontrollably.
Seeing I didn't move, she suddenly sat up from the bed.
She grabbed the silver candlestick beside her and hurled it viciously at my head.
Blood blurred my vision as I forced down my inner rage and knelt on the ground.
She seemed quite satisfied with my reaction and spoke lazily:
"I brought you all here to watch carefully how I obtained all of this step by step. You'd better put away those restless thoughts and stop hovering around the prince, or else..."
I looked up to meet my sister's gaze: "As you wish, Your Highness."
She was momentarily shocked by the calmness in my eyes, then walked over and grabbed my hair:
"Lila, do you think I don't know that you've been reborn too?"
Hearing the word "reborn," a flash of darkness crossed my eyes.
She snorted coldly and threw the embroidery pattern in my face: "You grew up in the witch's forest—how could you embroider the blood rose emblem that only the vampire queen can use? You still dare to lie to me!"
I sighed softly and stood up from the ground, supporting my forehead:
"Sister, I never wanted to compete with you, and I absolutely won't appear before the prince."
But she just laughed mockingly, her fingers caressing my face:
"Do you think I would lose to an ugly girl like you? Even if you wanted to compete, you couldn't beat me."
I fell silent.
Some things I didn't fight for because I wanted to live longer.
Only fools would obsess over such beautiful poison.
The Blood Clan truly lived up to their reputation as distinguished ancient nobility—even a simple engagement ceremony was conducted with such grandeur.
Not only did many mysterious supernatural beings attend the ceremony, but they also brought numerous treasures as gifts, showing tremendous respect for their dignity.
My sister appeared in a bright red wedding dress, her face flushed as she held Alex's hand, making her entrance under everyone's expectant gaze.
She had finally achieved the position she'd always dreamed of, and her happiness was written all over her face.
When she saw me, she even tilted her head provocatively and silently mouthed two words: "Useless."
Well, I am useless.
But she was about to step into hell—I wondered who was more pitiful.
Her smile didn't last long, though. Alex pressed a goblet into her hands: "Drink this, and our engagement will be officially sealed under the witness of all the elders."
My sister eagerly took it, ready to drain it in one gulp, when a sharp metallic scent wafted from the cup.
She turned pale with shock and instinctively threw the goblet away: "Why is there holy silver powder in this wine!"
Holy silver was the bane of our witch magic. Even grand wizards who had practiced for a thousand years couldn't withstand the power of a cup of holy silver wine. One sip wouldn't kill you, but it would temporarily dispel your magic and leave you bedridden for months in agony.
In my previous life, I faced the same situation, but I never thought to refuse.
I knew my life was worthless compared to the Blood Clan's reputation. If I embarrassed Alex in front of everyone, our relationship would forever remain purely transactional.
I forced myself to drink it, and throughout the entire ceremony, my head was spinning.
But he didn't care about my feelings at all. After all, in his eyes, I was just a tool for repaying debts and bearing offspring. Who cares about a tool's emotions?
But my sister clearly didn't understand the situation. She pouted and threw herself into Alex's arms, acting coquettish: "I don't want to drink this!"
She didn't notice that Alex's expression had darkened. Given all the guests present, he still tried to coax her patiently: "Ella, this is an ancient Blood Clan tradition. Don't be willful in front of so many people."
Logically, when the noble Blood Prince himself said this, my sister should have backed down.
But as if oblivious to the approaching danger, she continued to refuse: "I hate this stupid tradition! We witches despise holy silver the most—I never want to see it again!"
This statement completely enraged the Blood Clan elders present.
They viewed drinking their partner's bane as a symbol of loyalty and conquest. My sister's words were tantamount to slapping them in the face.
Sure enough, several Blood Clan nobles began quietly complaining that the bride didn't know proper etiquette, even questioning Alex's judgment.
When these murmurs reached Alex's ears, his patience was completely exhausted, and his voice carried icy fury: "I'll say this one more time—drink it."
My sister was terrified, never expecting him to treat her this way. She quickly picked up the holy silver wine and drained it in one gulp.
But it was too late—everyone's mood had already been ruined.
After completing the ceremony, Alex stormed off without even sparing her a glance.
My sister stood there bewildered. Just yesterday they had been so affectionate—how could they turn against each other over a cup of holy silver wine?
I let out a cold laugh. She was too naive.
Nothing was more important than the Blood Clan's dignity. A bride meant to be decorative actually thought she could influence the prince's will.
This was just the beginning—her "good days" were yet to come.
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