My Alpha Bled Me for My Twin Chapter 05
Silas glared at the small wooden box. Shoving down the sudden, inexplicable void gnawing at his chest, he let out a cold, mocking scoff.
“Dead? What, are you in on Aria’s pathetic little illusions now too?”
“Go tell her that instead of pulling these elaborate stunts to win my pity, she should be on her knees begging forgiveness from Elara–the woman she nearly killed!”
The nurse shook her head in sheer desperation, tears streaming down her pale face.
“No, Alpha… Please, you have to accept reality! The Luna… she truly isn’t breathing anymore!”
“Shut your mouth!” Silas snarled, his voice cracking like a whip.
He unleashed a suffocating wave of his Alpha aura, choking the breath from the Omega’s lungs.
“If you indulge her tantrums for one more second, I’ll banish you from this pack!”
Silas watched with a sneer as the nurse scrambled away in terror.
“If Aria still had the energy to set up this melodramatic charade, it meant the blood they’d drawn hadn’t even come close to pushing her limits.
She was just throwing a tantrum.
Tightening his grip on the wooden box, Silas pivoted to leave the corridor.
But before he could take a single step, the frantic, chaotic drumming of footsteps echoed from the far end of the hall.
The pack healer–the same man Silas had physically coerced into approving the blood draw earlier- barreled toward him. His eyes were bloodshot, his voice cracking with pure, unadulterated panic.
“Alpha Silas! Your mate is gone! Do you understand me?!”
“I warned you! Her inner wolf was hollowed out years ago! She couldn’t handle a double extraction of her blood all at once! Why wouldn’t you listen?!” muscle feathered in Silas’s jaw, a dark flash of irritation breaking through his forced composure.
“Enough with this trap! I know exactly what my mate’s body can handle. For the last three years, I’ve personally ordered the Omegas to spike her post–ritual meals with top–tier blood–replenishing tonics. The amount we took today wasn’t anywhere near lethal!”
“A trap?!” The healer finally snapped. He slammed a heavy parchment dead against Silas’s chest–stamped with the glaring, sacred silver seal of the Moon Goddess Herself. “Dark magic can’t fake the Goddess’s seal! Open your damn eyes and tell me whose name is on this!”
“This is a death writ bound by ancient laws! And beyond that–you’re an Alpha, aren’t you?! Don’t lie to yourself! The mating mark on your neck is completely dead! Do you really think I would joke about a severed mate bond?!”
The name “Aria“, written in glaring, blood–red ink beneath the divine seal, burned into Silas’s vision.
His hand flew to his neck on instinct, violently rub- bing the mating mark. The crest–once humming with comforting warmth–was now ice–cold, like dead flesh.
The terrifying void he’d been desperately trying to ignore ripped painfully wide open, instantly shattering his mask of indifference.
“That’s… impossible,” Silas breathed, staggering back a step. “No. I ordered her meals spiked with the heaviest blood tonics! How could her body fail?!”
Desperate to prove the healer wrong, Silas violently forced his way into the pack’s mind–link network, His furious, panicked Alpha roar echoed directly into the minds of the estate staff.
“You! The Omega on study duty! Tell me she took her tonics today! Tell me she ate her damn food!”
Through the mind–link, a terrified, trembling mental voice whimpered back almost immediately.
“Alpha… Please have mercy… I was just cleaning the study, and I found the Luna’s premium blood tonics and her meat for today… S–she didn’t touch a single bite. She poured it all away…”
A deafening, high–pitched ringing exploded in Silas’s ears, wiping his mind totally blank. The mental link severed instantly.
His knuckles turned stark white as his fists clenched.
Goddess. The tonics he thought were keeping her alive… she hadn’t touched them.
And with her wolf far too weak to protect her, he had personally ordered them to drain double the amount of her blood!
The indestructible fortress around his heart utterly collapsed, caving into a bottomless, consuming black hole of grief and horror.
Every last shred of his Alpha rationality evaporated.
With bloodshot, tear–filled eyes, Silas violently shoved past the healer, sprinting down the endless hallway toward the emergency room.