My Alpha Took My Blood to Heal His Mistress

The alarm blared through the pack house, its piercing wail echoing even into the depths of the dungeon. I jolted awake, my body tensing as the sound penetrated the thick stone walls.

"Rogues at the northern border!" someone shouted from above. "All available warriors to the front gate!"

Footsteps thundered overhead, the guards abandoning their posts as they rushed to defend the pack. The dungeon fell into eerie silence, leaving me alone in my cell with only the faint torchlight for company.

I pressed my hand against my swollen belly, feeling a sudden sharp pain that made me gasp.

"Not now," I whispered, panic rising in my throat. "Please, not now."

Another pain, stronger this time, tore through my abdomen. My wolf stirred weakly inside me, sensing the danger to our pup.

"Luna?" A voice called from somewhere down the corridor. My Omega maid's familiar scent reached me before she appeared, her face pale with worry. "Luna, are you hurt?"

"The baby," I managed through gritted teeth. "Something's wrong."

She rushed to my cell door, frantically searching for the keys. "The guards left in a hurry—they didn't think to lock it properly."

The door swung open with a creak, and she knelt beside me, her hands gentle as they helped me lie back on the cold floor.

"I need to get help," she said, tears streaming down her face. "Dr. Cross—"

"No time," I gasped as another wave of pain hit me. "Mind-link Jonathan. He needs to know."

She closed her eyes, concentrating as she sent the urgent message through the pack bond. I felt the faint pulse of energy as her thoughts reached out.

"Alpha Jonathan," she projected, her mental voice desperate. "Luna Elodie is in distress. The baby is in danger. Please, we need help!"

We waited, seconds stretching into eternity as I clutched my belly, feeling something warm and wet spreading beneath me.

"Again," I whispered. "Try again."

She nodded, her face contorting with effort as she pushed her thoughts toward our Alpha once more.

"Alpha Jonathan! Luna Elodie is bleeding. She's losing the pup!"

This time, I felt the faintest echo of Jonathan's response—not through my maid's mind-link, but through our mate bond. His presence flickered briefly, then slammed shut with such force that I cried out.

"What did he say?" I asked, already knowing the answer from the cold rejection I'd felt.

My maid's face crumpled. "He said... he said to stop lying for attention. That he won't fall for it."

Another pain tore through me, this one so violent that I arched off the floor. My wolf howled in agony as I felt something vital begin to tear inside me.

"He's blocking the mind-link," my maid sobbed. "He won't listen."

The world began to blur around me as I felt the mate bond strain and stretch. Not the bond with Jonathan—that had been damaged beyond repair—but the delicate, new bond with the life inside me.

"I need to push," I gasped, instinct taking over as my body prepared to expel what it could no longer sustain.

My maid stripped off her jacket, folding it beneath my head. "Hold on, Luna. I'll get help."

But we both knew it was too late. The pains came faster now, my body convulsing as it rejected the tiny life that had somehow managed to grow despite everything.

"Jonathan," I whispered, though I knew he couldn't hear me. "Our pup... our pup is dying."

I felt it then—the moment the bond snapped. It wasn't like the slow deterioration of my connection with Jonathan. This was sudden, violent, final. A piece of my soul tore away and faded into nothingness.

"No!" I screamed, the sound echoing off the stone walls. "No, please!"

But there was no answer. Only the sound of my own sobbing and the growing pool of blood beneath me.

My maid returned with Dr. Cross, but even the pack healer's face told me what I already knew. It was too late.

"Luna, I'm so sorry," Dr. Cross whispered, her hands moving quickly to try to stop the bleeding. "I should have checked on you sooner."

I barely heard her words through the roaring in my ears. The mate bond with my pup—that precious, fragile connection—was gone. And with it, the last thread of hope I'd been clinging to.

"My wolf," I whispered, reaching inward to where my inner wolf had always been. "She's gone too."

Dr. Cross's hands stilled on my abdomen. "Luna?"

But I couldn't answer. The darkness was closing in, my vision narrowing to a pinpoint of light. The last thing I saw was my maid's tear-stained face as she cradled my head in her lap.

Then nothing but darkness remained.