I am Dracula With My Three Beautiful Vampire Brides

When Suzette heard this, her eyes flew open in disbelief. "You—how do you know?!"

Vlad gave her a meaningful look. "Because Lucie doesn't have werewolf blood."

"I… I see." Suzette lowered her head and admitted softly.

"Lucie was a child I had impulsively with Henry's father when I was young. We broke up a long time ago."

"Shh~" Vlad gently placed a finger against Suzette's full lips, silencing her anxious explanation.

"Relax. I don't intend to blame you."

"What I want to tell you is this—if Lucie comes of age and her werewolf blood doesn't awaken, do you know what that means?" Vlad asked, staring directly at her.

Suzette shook her head slowly, still confused and overwhelmed.

"What do you think Lucie's father will do once he realizes she doesn't have werewolf blood?" Vlad pressed, eyes steady.

"Oh no…"

"He'll kill me!" Suzette gasped, eyes wide, covering her mouth with trembling hands.

"Yes. And Lucie might die too," Vlad added grimly.

"Then—what should I do?" Suzette asked, panic rising in her voice.

She clearly hadn't come to terms with the fact that she was no longer a mere human—she was now something far greater: a vampire.

"Don't panic. Remember—you're no longer ordinary," Vlad said, his voice steady, trying to calm her.

His words brought clarity. Suzette finally remembered—she was no longer a vulnerable woman.

That realization allowed her to breathe easier.

Just as she began to relax, Verona walked up and asked Vlad, "Master, what should I do with the werewolf?"

"You decide," Vlad said, turning to Suzette.

Verona, unaware of the werewolf's true identity, glanced at Suzette with subtle confusion.

Though puzzled by Vlad's instruction, Verona never questioned him.

She had clearly developed unwavering trust and obedience toward him.

Vlad noticed, and a faint expression of satisfaction flickered across his face.

The group moved toward the unconscious werewolf. Lucie knelt beside him, trying to wake him—only for her mother to quickly stop her.

Lucie looked at her mother, bewildered.

Suzette opened her mouth as if to explain, but her lips closed again. She hesitated… then said nothing. She couldn't bring herself to tell Lucie the truth about her father.

She was visibly torn—ashamed and lost for words.

Vlad stood quietly nearby, neither helping nor judging.

This was their business, and he intended to let them handle it.

"Well? Have you made your decision?" Vlad asked Suzette.

Lucie looked from one to the other, her confusion growing. She didn't understand what was going on.

Just as Suzette stepped closer to the unconscious werewolf, hesitating whether to strike, Lucie suddenly caught on.

"Mom… what are you going to do?" she asked, panic in her voice.

"I…" Suzette couldn't bring herself to explain.

All she could say was, "Your father is a werewolf. He'll hurt us… and the village."

Lucie froze. Her face twisted in pain and indecision.

Then, as Suzette shut her eyes and raised her hand to act, Lucie stepped forward and shoved her away.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"But he's still my father. I can't… I just can't," she said, shaking her head as tears welled in her eyes.

Suzette looked at her daughter shielding the man she once loved. She wanted to say something—but in the end, she only whispered:

"Lucie, I'm glad you want to protect your father… but promise me you won't regret this choice someday."

Lucie blinked, confused. She heard the weight in her mother's words but didn't fully understand them.

Still, she was just grateful to have saved her father's life. That was enough for her in the moment.

Suzette looked at the man lying unconscious on the ground and sighed.

Even if she were told to finish him off now, she couldn't do it.

After all, they had once been in love. A bond still lingered, however faint.

Vlad stood off to the side, simply watching.

He treated the entire situation like a scene from a drama, detached and curious.

Whether the werewolf lived or died didn't matter to him.

But personally, Vlad preferred not to kill—he wanted to see whether their destinies would shift due to his intervention.

To him, this was a critical experiment.

If the werewolf attacks them in the future and they manage to survive, it means the world could change.

But if they still died no matter what, then the world had its own way of correcting itself—forcing fate back onto its original track.

Of course, he would interfere again if necessary. This experiment also held the key to his own future.

Whether Dracula Untold or Van Helsing, Dracula's fate was always grim.

And when he realized this world was a dark version of Little Red Riding Hood, the seeds of his plan were already in motion.

Don't call Vlad heartless. This had been carefully thought out from the beginning.

But that didn't mean he wasn't tempted.

Seeing the pleading look in Suzette's eyes, Vlad replied calmly:

"You've made your choice. Be prepared for what comes next."

He gave her a long, thoughtful stare.

Suzette returned his gaze. Of course she understood what he meant.

She nodded, silently accepting the consequences.

Vlad said no more. He stepped forward, walked over to the werewolf, and stomped down hard.

Puch~!

It sounded like something cracked.

Everyone around shivered and instinctively crossed their legs in discomfort.

"Ahhhh—!!"

The werewolf suddenly screamed, jolting awake from unconsciousness—only to faint again from the pain.

Since he was now part of their circle, there was no reason to leave such a threat unchecked.

Besides, given a werewolf's healing ability, it was unlikely to be permanent damage.

Suzette was still debating whether to strike again when Lucie suddenly stepped in.

"Brother Vlad, isn't this… a bit much?" she asked hesitantly, casting a worried look at her father.

"Lucie, for your sake, I let your father live. Do you understand?" Vlad looked at her with unusual seriousness.

Remembering how he'd spared her father earlier and left the choice to them, Lucie realized he had done it all for their benefit.

As Vlad gently stroked her hair with a warm hand, Lucie slowly let go of the fear and tension in her heart.

After all, her father's survival was all that mattered.

Suzette shot Vlad a faintly annoyed look, then turned back to her husband—her expression shifting to one of concern.

But when she thought of the identity he'd hidden from her for years, she felt a sudden wave of disgust and sadness.

She hated the lies—but now, she also understood why he had been distant with her all that time.