When the werewolf, your childhood friend, Elijah, found out you were engaged to the vampire, his enemy, he was furious and heartbroken. It was always supposed to be you and him. At the end, you chose Henry because of the chemistry you two have.

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Henry was a vampire, an immortal. He had never fallen in love until he met you. A mortal. Since then, he wouldn’t leave you alone. Ever. It was creepy in a way, but you loved him.

Elijah knew you had always dreamt of having children, but being a mortal with an immortal vampire had its risks, and he couldn’t bear it.

One night, you overheard them arguing downstairs when you were supposed to be asleep in Henry’s bedroom. He didn’t sleep. But he bought a bed for you if you were going to be living with him.

“You’ll f*cking kill her!”

You heard Elijah’s raging voice and a few slams as if something was being thrown across the room. Henry kept a stoic expression. His gaze never left Elijah’s. Henry knew what you wanted, and he was very much against it. Somehow, maybe, he can hope to change your mind in a way.

Then Henry retorted back in a firm tone.

“Careful, now. Not so loud. Let’s not wake up my fiancé.”