It turned out I was not the only one Dracula did not care about. Even the baby meant nothing to him, and he proved it by ignoring my words about how our baby was about to die.

My head lowered to look at the dark red mark of our Blood Bond on the inside of my wrist. It was created on the day we had our mate bond. He had gone through the werewolves' ritual and sworn never to betray me under the moon.

However, the mark had become dim and looked like a joke in my eyes. My body's temperature became even more serious as I could feel every organ inside me burning. It was my body reacting to the silver poisoning. If this continued, I couldn't last until noon the next day. I would rot and incinerate tonight.

As I was about to lose consciousness, the crisp clacking of high heels broke the silence of the dungeon. It sounded particularly sharp to the ear. The dungeon doors were pushed open, and the room was instantly flooded with a bright light that blinded me. I could hardly open my eyes.

A figure in a long, lacey dress entered the dungeon. It was Anna. It was the very same woman who had been agitated, and whose old wounds were supposed to be flaring up. She was standing in front of me, looking high-spirited.

She waved off the servant behind her and looked down at me in a superior manner. "I heard you wanted to see Dracula, Emily. I'm so sorry to inform you that he's resting right now because he was too tired from all the lovemaking we enjoyed in bed just now."

Anna kicked my leg in disgust. "Tsk, tsk. How pitiful. Weren't you once the elegant and noble Werewolf Princess? Look at you now. You're just like a pitiful dog."

It took me a lot of effort to open my eyes as I looked at her through my eyelashes that were sticking together because of all the sweat. "You planned that whole show, didn't you?"

Anna laughed. Her laughter echoed in the empty dungeon. "So what if I did? All I need to do is give Dracula a little frown, and he'll carve out his heart for me. As for you, he'll only think you're putting up an act even if you died here."

She crouched, and her gaze fell on the bump on my belly. There was a taunting look in her eye. "That little bastard just refuses to die. He's still in there after everything that has happened to you."

Anna purposely spoke in a higher pitch, "Oh, my wounds have flared up again. If you refuse to give me your blood, I have no choice but to get it myself."

She shook a crystal bottle in her hand, which contained an eerily purplish-black liquid. "This is the juice of Wolfsbane that took me a lot of effort to obtain. I heard it works great on werewolf babies. All you need is to take a sip, and that little monster will become a puddle of bloody water that your body will purge.

"When that happens, all I need to do is tell Dracula that you accidentally suffered a miscarriage. He won't blame me for it."

My eyes widened as I instinctively backed away from Anna, but I was restricted by the chains on me. "You wouldn't dare…"

Anna opened up the bottle slowly. She grabbed me by the jaw and tried to pour the liquid down my throat. "Why wouldn't I dare to? There are only two of us here, Emily. If you're willing to beg me and kneel at my feet, my hand might quiver, and less liquid will be fed to you."

My child. I had to protect my child even if it meant death. I clenched my teeth and went weak in the knees. I banged my head heavily onto the stone floors. "I'm begging you… Please don't hurt my child…"

Anna laughed maniacally. "What a good, obedient dog you are. Unfortunately, you're too naive, Emily. I only promised not to feed you the juice, but I didn't say I won't do anything else."

She turned her wrist and splashed the liquid right at my belly without holding back.

My screams echoed in the dungeon. My clothes were corroding, and I could feel burning pain on my skin. I tried to fling the poisonous liquid off of me as it started to eat at my flesh and blood.

However, Anna stepped on the back of my hand and viciously gave it a good grind into the ground. She bent over and leaned in close to my ear to say the most cruel words in the softest voice, "Let me tell you the truth. I'm not the one who wants that baby dead. Dracula told me himself that he doesn't want that monster who possesses the dirty bloodline of the werewolves.

"He told me that you're just a mobile blood bank and that the child was an accident. If that troublesome little thing can be taken care of, you'll be able to focus on supplying blood to him."

I could not hear anything else after that. So, that was the real truth. There was no hate born out of love, nor was there any misunderstanding. I was just a tool from the very start. Even this baby was a troublesome obstacle to him.

Now that I learned the truth, there was nothing to hold me back. If they wanted me dead, I would just kill one of them first!

I looked up once more, but this time, there was a crazed look in my eye. Anna jumped in fright when she saw the look, and she backed away instinctively. I had one last trick up my sleeve.

When I was still with the werewolves, a witch had given me a tube of potion and told me that it could save me if my life was in danger. When Anna was not paying attention, I quickly drank the potion.

"What are you doing?!"

By the time Anna noticed what I was doing, it was too late.