Pregnant by the Vampire King

Pregnant by the Vampire King Arranged Marriage Fantasy Romance Elysium Vampire Kings Book 4 Electra Cage Copyright © 2023 by Electra Cage. All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of the book only. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form, including recording, without prior written permission from the publisher, except for brief quotations in a book review. Contents Prologue - Vinir Chapter 1 - Aelwen Chapter 2 - Vinir Chapter 3 - Aelwen Chapter 4 - Vinir Chapter 5 - Aelwen Chapter 6 - Vinir Chapter 7 - Aelwen Chapter 8 - Vinir Chapter 9 - Aelwen Chapter 10 - Vinir Chapter 11 - Aelwen Chapter 12 - Vinir Chapter 13 - Aelwen Chapter 14 - Vinir About the Author Books by Electra Cage Prologue - Vinir The male fae's limbs were buckled to the torture rack, muscles tense and flexing uselessly against the bindings. Vinir took his scalpel and with medical precision, dragged the blade down the skin over the fae's breastbone. A thin crimson line followed the blade's cut. A rasping sound from the fae's tongueless mouth, a gurgle that breaks off into a sound resembling a scream. "Shh, shh, it'll all be over soon," Vinir cooed without breaking focus. "All I need is to make a few adjustments to your body." Vinir set to work, his fingers working quickly and with precision as he cut open the fae's body and peeled the skin back to reveal the still-living organs beneath his fleshsuit. "Fae are inherently magical creatures in the way we vampires aren't," Vinir explained as he continued his work, implanting shards of glowing glass between organs and muscles. "One of you will be the key to lifting my curse. Maybe not you, hmm? But one of you ..." When all of the runes were set in place, Vinir murmured the words the Chapter 1 - Aelwen King Vinir stood tall and regal at the wedding altar, a slab of black, shining marble decorated with crimson roses. Moonlight streamed through the tall windows and illuminated his pale skin. Aelwen took her first step down the aisle, her stomach in knots, her fidgeting hands hidden only by the bouquet. She couldn't deny he was handsome, with his sharp, elegant features and powerful jaw just made for kissing. His shiny black cape flowed down his back and over one shoulder, revealing only a hint of the ruffled white button-down beneath it. Rumor has it that Vinir is a horrible, ruthless man, and Aelwen could see the shadows in those dangerous silver eyes. The mark of a man who enjoyed inflicting pain. Aelwen had never even met him before. She had no choice about whether this wedding happened or not—could anyone blame her for spending years running? But after being trapped for six months in a castle due to a curse and witnessing two distant souls fall in love against all odds, Aelwen was ready to take responsibility