My Alpha Took My Blood to Heal His Mistress

The door to my quarters crashed open, splintering against the wall. Jonathan stood in the doorway, his massive frame vibrating with rage, Nanzhi hovering behind him with a triumphant gleam in her eyes.

"You will save her," he growled, stalking toward me where I sat on the edge of my bed. "Now."

I rose shakily, my damaged leg protesting. "Jonathan, please—my wolf is already weak from the stress of the bond. Taking more blood could—"

"Your concerns are irrelevant," he cut me off, grabbing my arm with bruising force. "Nanzhi needs you."

"My blood is rare," I whispered as he dragged me through the corridors. "If Dr. Cross takes too much—"

"She'll take what's necessary." His fingers dug deeper into my flesh. "You exist to serve this pack. To serve me."

The infirmary doors swung open, revealing Dr. Cross's concerned face. She'd been our pack healer for decades, had delivered pups and treated wounds since before I became Luna. But now she wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Alpha," she acknowledged with a slight bow. "Are you certain this is necessary?"

"Do it," Jonathan commanded, forcing me onto the examination table.

I felt my wolf retreat deeper inside me, curling into herself as if trying to escape what was coming. *Stay strong*, I pleaded with her silently. *We've survived worse*.

Dr. Cross approached with the needle, her hands trembling slightly. "Luna, this will hurt."

"It always does," I replied softly.

Jonathan's hand pressed down on my chest, pinning me to the table as the needle slid into my vein. The pain was immediate—not just from the needle, but from the mate bond screaming in protest at what he was doing to me.

"Take enough," Jonathan instructed coldly. "She needs to recover fully."

Dr. Cross hesitated. "Alpha, taking this much blood could—"

"I said take it!" His Alpha aura crashed down, forcing her compliance.

I watched the dark red liquid flow from my body, feeling my strength ebbing with each passing second. My vision blurred, darkness creeping in from the edges.

"Jonathan," I whispered, reaching for him with my free hand. "Please..."

He turned away, his back rigid with disdain.

The room spun violently. My wolf howled one last time before retreating into silence. Then darkness claimed me completely.

---

I drifted in and out of consciousness, fragments of voices reaching me through the fog.

"...dangerously low blood pressure..."

"...the wolf is barely responding..."

"...we need to run more tests..."

A cool cloth pressed against my forehead. Dr. Cross's face swam into view, her expression troubled.

"Luna," she said softly. "Can you hear me?"

I managed a weak nod.

She glanced toward the door before leaning closer. "I discovered something while treating you," she whispered. "You're pregnant, Luna. About six weeks along."

The words hit me like a physical blow. Pregnant? A pup?

"But how?" I whispered back. "Jonathan hasn't..."

"Not recently," Dr. Cross confirmed, her voice barely audible. "But the test is conclusive. The pup is strong despite everything."

A tiny spark of hope flickered to life inside me. A pup—our pup. Perhaps this could change everything. Perhaps Jonathan would remember what we once had.

"Does he know?" I asked.

Dr. Cross shook her head. "I thought you should tell him yourself."

I closed my eyes, imagining Jonathan's face softening at the news. Maybe this would be enough to make him send Nanzhi away. Maybe this would remind him of our bond.

"Thank you," I whispered to Dr. Cross. "For telling me."

---

I stood outside Jonathan's office, my hand trembling as I raised it to knock. Despite my weakness, hope sustained me. A pup—his heir—would surely matter more than any chosen mate.

"Enter," his voice commanded.

I pushed open the door, clutching my cane tightly. Jonathan sat behind his massive desk, papers spread before him. He didn't look up.

"What is it?" he asked, irritation evident in his tone. "I'm busy."

"Jonathan," I began, my voice stronger than I expected. "I need to tell you something important."

He finally looked at me, his eyes narrowing. "If this is about Nanzhi's recovery, save your breath. She's improving rapidly thanks to your blood."

"No, it's not about—"

"Because if you're going to accuse her again," he continued, rising from his chair, "I won't tolerate it. Your jealousy and manipulation have gone too far."

"Jonathan, please," I begged, taking a step forward. "I'm pregnant. We're having a pup."

His laugh was cruel and dismissive. "Another lie? Another attempt to manipulate me?"

"It's not a lie," I insisted, tears filling my eyes. "Dr. Cross confirmed it. Our pup is—"

"Enough!" he roared, his Alpha aura slamming into me with such force that I staggered backward.

The spark of hope inside me flickered and died as Jonathan's cold eyes bore into mine.

"Get out," he growled. "And don't return until you've learned your place."

The door closed in my face, leaving me alone in the hallway with nothing but the echo of his rejection and the silent cry of our unborn pup.