My Alpha Bled Me for My Twin Chapter 06
The ER doors burst open with a deafening crash as Silas slammed through them.
Under the harsh surgical lights, I lay perfectly still on the cold metal table. My chest was utterly lifeless.
Silas lunged toward the bed, his eyes a feral, bloodshot red. The small wooden box he’d been clutching slipped, hitting the floor with a hollow thud.
He didn’t care. He was completely out of his mind.
Baring his fangs, he viciously tore into his own wrist, pried my rigid jaw open, and forced his Alpha blood down my throat.
“Drink it, Aria! Take my blood!” he rasped, his hands shaking violently. “I’m right here. You are not dying!
I’m bringing you back!”
The pack healers scrambled forward, desperately trying to restrain the crazed Alpha.
“Alpha, please stop! It’s no use!” one cried. “The mate bond is shattered. Please let the Luna rest!”
“Get the hell away from me!” Silas roared. A terrifying wave of Alpha aura erupted, violently throwing them across the room.
He refused to believe it. *Even after draining so much of her blood, a wolf’s constitution couldn’t just witheraway like this. It had to be another one of her sick games to punish him!*
But as he prepared to scoop me up again, his gaze dropped to the wooden box on the floor–my final relic to him.
Silas froze.
An overwhelming terror seized his throat. He dropped heavily to his knees, trembling as he snatched up the box and wrenched it open.
Three icy stones tumbled out: a Memory Crystal and a Witch’s Truth Stone.
Magic flared instantly, projecting sharp holographic images in the air.
The first scene: him brutally slicing open my chest, tearing out my wolf without a single drop of anesthetic. All the gruesome, bloody details played out before him.
Silas turned ashen. But the projection didn’t stop.
The Truth Stone shifted to a moment from just minutes ago–from my point of view.
As the last drops of my blood were being siphoned away, I had watched him through the crack in the door.
The projection showed him stroking Elara’s face, fully aware of her fake wolfsbane ruse yet carelessly indulging her. It then shifted to them passionately making out on the hospital bed.
“Aria’s empty shell can’t give you an heir. Let me have your pup,” Elara’s coy voice echoed. With a low growl, he pinned her down.
Outside the room, I had been watching it all unfold as I swallowed the witch’s lethal potion and violently severed our mate bond.
She knew… everything. Not just on the altar years ago, but even just now, as she lay dying outside the door…*
Silas’s mind went blank. His massive frame crumpled. Clutching his hair, he bowed until his forehead pressed against the cold floor.
Suffocating remorse shredded his heart. All his arrogance and justifications were brutally crushed by the truth. Suddenly, my abnormal behavior today made agonizing sense.
My dull, lifeless eyes. My absolute resolve to pour out the tonic. The bone–chilling hatred when I asked, “Are ANY of YOU really innocent?”
Only now, with the mate bond irreversibly dead, did he realize I was never just a “perfect substitute.” I was his chosen mate. A mate he could never afford to lose.
Tears of despair smashed against the floor. He didn’t. realize his knee had pressed against the edge of the final stone.
Instantly, Elara’s vicious monologue in the bathroom, accompanied by the sizzling sound of her deliberately pouring wolfsbane over her own legs, echoed deafeningly through the ER. Right then, the door pushed open.
Elara stumbled in, clinging to the frame, putting on her usual agonizingly frail act.
Seeing Silas slumped on the floor, she hurried over, whining, “Silas, what’s wrong? Aria is being so dramatic! Her inner wolf is gone, and she’s still throwing tantrums? Did she buy some cheap witch’s potion to play dead and scare you? A mate bond doesn’t just snap—”
A hand shot out like a steel trap, clamping onto her throat and hoisting her off the floor.
Silas’s eyes burned a demonic red. The murderous surge of his Alpha aura instantly shattered every glass vial in the room. His voice was a guttural growl crawling out from hell:
“I knew you were faking it, but I let you do it! I drained her blood for your new wolf, and you used my indulgence to push her to death!”
His claws drew blood from Elara’s neck. “I killed my mate… over a poisonous bitch like you! YOU KILLED HER!”
His years–old vow to “protect her for a lifetime” was obliterated by unhinged fury.
Elara kicked wildly, her face turning a sickening purple.
She had never seen Silas look so monstrous. The looming reality of death hit her so hard she lost control of her bladder on the floor.
If the guards hadn’t rushed in to pry his fingers apart, he would have snapped her neck on the spot.
Choking and gasping, Elara scrambled out of the ER on her hands and knees.
Silas snapped back to his bleak reality. His legs gave out. He dropped to his knees, dragging his heavy body inch by inch back to my metallic deathbed.
“Aria… I was wrong… I know everything now,” he wept. “Please, just open your eyes. You promised to stay by my side. Punish me however you want, just please don’t leave me…”
As the pack healers steeled themselves to prepare her body for transfer, Silas threw himself over the bed, baring his fangs.
“Get out! Anyone who touches my Luna will have their throats torn out!”
At this explosive stalemate, the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots echoed down the corridor, carrying a chilling aura of slaughter.
A squad of fringe mercenaries draped in black cloaks, reeking of dark magic, filed into the room, effortlessly bypassing the guards.
The scarred leader coldly pushed back his hood, ignoring Silas. He raised a top–tier contract branded with blood and cast a dead–eyed glance at the shattered Alpha.
“We are operating under the commission issued by Aria. The contract is sealed.” He stepped forward.
“From this moment on, her remains are under the exclusive protection of the Shadow Coven. Step aside, Alpha. Now.”