Claiming Him at Your Wedding

The night before his engagement party, I gripped my uncle’s silk tie, tugging until he was forced to meet my gaze. My eyes burned with unshed tears as I practically snarled, "You can't get engaged to her. Do you hear me? You can't!"

Uncle Jude sighed with that maddening, polished patience of his. "It's just a corporate merger, Cora. Stop throwing a childish tantrum."

The next evening, at his lavish high-society engagement gala, my true nature—my succubus bloodline—awakened fully. The hunger hit me like a violent fever, demanding an immediate feed.