Oops, My Vampire Ex Wants a Do-Over!

Ever thought your life sucked so much you wished it could be different?

Well, I did. I thought of it a lot. But I never felt so strongly about it until now.

“Let’s split up! That half-breed couldn’t have gone far!”

I crouched deeper into the shadows, holding my breath tight as the hunters’ voices echoed closer. For years, I managed to stay off their radar, but the second they caught a glimpse of me, they latched on my back like koalas. This time, they cornered me, and I nearly died. They cost me an arm and a leg and I still barely got away.

As their footsteps finally faded, I exhaled, relief mixing with pain. There was someplace I needed to be, and of all days, they chose today for an ambush. I had managed to drag myself this far, but with broken bones and a gunshot wound festering with nitrate, my strength was fading fast.

I pulled out my phone, desperate for help, but every call to my lover went straight to voicemail.

“Figures,” I muttered, forcing myself to stand despite the agony.

I kept dialing his number as I staggered home, each unanswered ring a sharp twist of the knife already lodged in my chest. He was always so cold. Would it kill him to show me a little kindness for once?

As the darkness in the alley began to blur my senses, a sudden flash of light caught my eye. I turned to my right and saw through my narrowed vision, the LED screen flickering above the street, broadcasting an engagement—two pureblood vampires, masked in their grandeur. My Lucian with Elsie Hale, the one his family had always wanted for him.

My knees buckled as I leaned against the wall, the shock nearly flooring me. He swore an eternal bond to me. So why was he marrying her instead?

I wanted to cry, but the pain coursing through my body collided with the betrayal in my heart, leaving me numb—too numb, even for tears.

There was a time when I was his everything. Those memories were my solace whenever he pushed me away. Now, they only fueled my anger.

I snapped back to reality, sent him a congratulatory text, then blocked his number and fled to the nearest witch doctor’s clinic.

The next day, I called in a favor from a friend from the club where I worked. She was the only one I could rely on at times like this.

“I got someone on the phone for you,” Kris said as she walked in, her voice laced with annoyance. “You know I liked you, hun, but purebloods ringing my phone isn’t good for my health. I’m giving you space, so get it over with.”

She tossed me her phone and left me alone with this pressing silence as I recognized the number.

“Hello?” I answered, not knowing what to expect.

“Why are you fussing over an engagement, Sera?” Lucian’s voice was calm, but the weight of his words cut right through me. His indifference was almost laughable if it didn’t hurt so much.

“You know these formalities are just a cover. Can’t you be more open-minded?” he continued, dismissing my feelings as if they were nothing.

There was so much I wanted to scream at him—the hell I went through last night, the agony of watching him live so contentedly while I crawled to survive, how I needed his comfort more than ever. But the words lodged in my throat, strangled by the certainty that he would accuse me of lying.

Then, a soft voice drifted from the background. “Lucian, why aren’t you ready yet? Don’t keep me waiting.”

I scoffed instinctively. “Right. Just a cover,” I said, trying to keep my cool, but the sarcasm bled through every word.

Lucian sighed, clearly annoyed. “You’re overthinking it, Sera. I need to go. Elsie and I have a meeting with the elders. We’ll talk about this later.”

“Yeah, good luck with that,” I replied and hung up.

I was always the one who had to compromise, always bending to keep us together. But I’m tired of it.