**🌙 EPISODE 15 — *"The Night She Almost Died… and the Kiss That Saved Her"***
Lucian carried Isha into his bedroom, kicking the broken door shut behind him. His hands were trembling—**Lucian Vale**, the strongest vampire in the region, the man feared by hunters and rogues alike, was shaking.
Because the only girl who could break him…
was fading in his arms.
Her blood stained his shirt.
Her breath came in weak, uneven whispers.
"Stay awake," he pleaded quietly.
His voice—usually so controlled—was raw.
Broken.
"Isha, look at me."
Her eyes fluttered open.
"I'm… still here," she whispered.
But he could hear it.
The slowing heartbeat.
The warmth leaving her skin.
The silver poisoning spreading like ice.
Without thinking, Lucian pressed his forehead to hers.
"You saved me," he whispered.
"You almost died because of me."
She smiled weakly.
"That means we're even."
Lucian let out a choked breath.
"You're the only person in the world who would say that while bleeding to death."
Her fingers twitched against his cheek.
"Lucian… I'm tired…"
"No."
His voice turned sharp.
Hard.
Desperate.
"No, don't you dare sleep."
He gently laid her on the bed and tore the fabric of her shirt near the wound. The silver had already darkened the skin around it.
She winced.
Lucian froze.
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"
His fingers hovered over her skin, terrified to hurt her again.
"Lucian…" Her voice was small. "Hold my hand."
He took it immediately.
Clung to it.
"I'm not leaving," he promised.
Then he slid his wrist toward her lips.
Her eyes widened.
"No—Lucian—"
"This is the only way," he said, voice low but steady.
He brought his wrist closer.
She turned her face away.
"No… I don't want you to weaken yourself because of me."
His jaw tightened, anger sparking in his crimson eyes.
"You nearly died tonight because of *me.*"
He leaned closer, voice trembling.
"This is not a debate, Isha."
She swallowed.
Her breath shaking.
"Lucian… I'll become more like you."
His voice softened instantly.
"I know."
He brushed her cheek, trembling.
"And I want you with me," he whispered.
"Tonight. Tomorrow. A century from now."
He swallowed hard.
"If giving you my blood is the only way to keep you alive—I'll drown you in it."
Her pulse raced.
He lowered his wrist again.
This time she didn't turn away.
"Lucian…"
"Yes?"
"If I drink again… what will happen?"
He leaned down, lips brushing her hair, whispering:
"You'll become mine. Completely. Forever."
A shiver ran down her spine.
"Do you want that?" she whispered.
Lucian froze.
His breath caught.
He slowly met her eyes.
"I want you," he said softly, "more than I've ever wanted anything. More than I should."
His jaw tensed.
"But I want you alive more than I want you for myself."
Her heart melted painfully.
"Then… give me your hand."
He extended his wrist.
Isha's fingers curled around it gently.
"We do this together," she said.
He nodded.
She lifted his wrist to her lips…
Paused…
Looked at him one last time.
He whispered, "Isha… please."
She pressed her lips against his skin.
Warm, rich blood touched her tongue.
White fire erupted through her veins.
Her back arched as her entire body glowed from the inside, the silver poison burning away. Lucian grabbed her, holding her through the pain, whispering into her ear:
"I'm here—I've got you—breathe—"
She gasped sharply.
Then her eyes snapped open—glowing faintly gold.
Lucian froze.
"…Isha?"
She blinked, confused, breathing hard.
"Lucian… I feel—everything."
And she did.
She felt his heartbeat.
His fear.
His relief.
His longing.
She felt him like he was inside her blood, her bones.
Lucian cupped her face, eyes wide in disbelief.
"The bond is… complete," he whispered.
"You're fully connected to me now."
Her hand slid to his chest.
His heart stuttered.
"Lucian…" she breathed, "your heartbeat— It's racing."
He swallowed.
"That's because you nearly died. Because I almost lost you. Because—"
His voice broke.
"—because I love you."
Isha's breath hitched.
Lucian leaned down slowly, giving her time to pull away.
She didn't.
Their lips met softly at first—
gentle, trembling—
a kiss filled with gratitude, relief, and new connection.
But then the bond surged.
Heat.
Electricity.
Need.
Lucian deepened the kiss, his hand sliding behind her neck, pulling her closer. Her fingers twisted in the collar of his shirt as she kissed him back with a desperation that surprised them both.
He broke the kiss only when she gasped for breath.
"I should stop," he whispered against her lips.
"Don't," she whispered back.
Lucian groaned quietly, forehead pressed against hers.
"You have no idea what you do to me."
Her cheeks burned.
"Then show me."
His eyes flashed red—
not with hunger, but with desire.
He kissed her again—slower now, deeper, deliberate—as if memorizing her mouth. His thumb brushed her lower lip. She trembled.
When they finally paused, both breathless, Lucian whispered:
"You're everything to me. And now… you're connected to my soul."
She looked up at him—blushing, breathless, alive.
"Lucian," she whispered, "what happens now?"
Before he could answer—
A knock thundered against the broken front door.
Lucian stiffened instantly, eyes narrowing.
He stood, placing himself between her and the door.
The voice came low, cold, unfamiliar:
**"Lucian Vale. Bring the girl out."**
Lucian's blood ran cold.
Isha sat up, startled.
"Who is that?"
Lucian's gaze darkened.
"The one vampire I hoped would never return."
Another knock—louder.
More threatening.
**"Bring her out. Or I come in."**
Lucian turned to Isha, voice deadly serious.
"Stay behind me. Don't move. And no matter what happens—do NOT let go of my hand."
Her heart pounded.
"Lucian… who is it?"
He whispered one name.
A name that made even his immortal blood turn ice-cold.
**"My brother."**
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**EPISODE 15 COMPLETE**