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&quot;I, Damien Carius, Alpha of The New Dawn Pack, reject you Marissa Gilbert as my mate and Luna.&quot;<br /> &quot;I accept your rejection.&quot; The last cord of the bond snaps like an elastic band.<br /> The room spins as I feel something warm trickle down my legs. Looking down, I see blood.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m sorry, my baby…&quot; I whisper, holding my lower abdomen.<br /> &quot;Why didn&#039;t you tell me?&quot; His hands lift me up as he screams for a doctor. Carrying me away as the world around me turns black.<br /> ————————<br /> Marissa POV.<br /> My fated mate Alpha Damien hates me and only uses me for two things, my blood being one and my body the other.<br /> &quot;Why do you treat me like that? We are mates. We should love each other!&quot;<br /> &quot;I&#039;ll never love you or think of you as my mate. But you&#039;ll do your duties to me physically, well, not until Jessica returns. You are nothing compared to Jessica!&quot;<br /> The one person who is supposed to love me unconditionally only looks at me with disdain. It feels like he rips my heart out of my chest and then stamps on it. I am not the one he holds in his heart and I never will be. The one who he holds in his heart is his childhood sweetheart, Jessica Morgan. I knew then, like I know now.<br /> My name is Marissa Gilbert. I come from a long line of healers who have precious blood, worth as much as gold dust, though it is not golden. Even with this magical blood that has the capabilities to heal any condition and injury, one would think I would be treated as a queen, sadly that is not the case. I&#039;m looked down upon in the pack all because of what and who my parents are. They were traitors as they went rogue, leaving me to my grandfather without a word. No one is permitted to mention their names within the New Dawn Pack because they are traitors. As for what they did to be labelled as such, the story changes with who you ask.<br /> Growing up, I&#039;ve been subjected to all kinds of humiliations. While the most favoured girl in the pack, Jessica, always had her brother Beta Jake and Alpha Damien tightly wrapped around her little finger. She was to be Damien&#039;s chosen mate and Luna, but that all changed the night before their official engagement announcement.<br /> The night I became of age and we discovered I am Alpha Damien&#039;s fated mate. A fated bond is stronger than a chosen one for werewolves. Jessica was enraged and fled the pack after they had an argument. As mate bond is irresistible for werewolves, Damien married me in secret with the promise that if I helped his pack members with my blood, he would mark me and make me his Luna. However, he has never fulfilled his promise. I know he&#039;s been waiting for Jessica.<br /> If I was a vindictive person, I would want them to all go off! But I don&#039;t have it in me. Shaking my head at how my life has turned out, I stand on shaking legs as I head back to the emergency department. I am exhausted. They have used my blood more frequently over the past week because of a building collapsing. No one cares if it kills me as long as I heal their loved ones. It is enough to make me bitter, but I always try not to be.<br /> Walking past members of the pack and colleagues, they all look at me with hatred and whisper behind my back, which is pointless. We are wolves and our hearing is exceptional. They may as well say it to my face.<br /> &quot;Pull yourself together Marissa.&quot; I tell myself I won&#039;t let them see that their words and actions get to me. It won&#039;t do any good.<br /> Increasing my pace, my stomach rolls, I jog towards the bathroom. I vomit what little I had for lunch. Flushing the toilet and opening the cubicle door as I stagger towards the sink to rinse my mouth and wash my face. I have been vomiting frequently. What is wrong with me?<br /> It dawns on me that I haven&#039;t had my cycle. My eyes widen at the realisation, tears streaming down my face. No this, this isn&#039;t happening, it can&#039;t happen. He always made sure I took the morning-after pill because he doesn&#039;t want me to be the mother of his heir.<br /> There is only one way to be certain. After I have composed myself, I head to Dr Brendan&#039;s office. Dr Brendan was a close friend of my grandfather&#039;s and dare I say he is my friend as well.<br /> I explained what was happening and blood tests were taken and sent to the laboratory for urgent testing. Other tests were performed as we waited for the results. Maybe it is just because my blood hasn&#039;t replenished or the fact I am exhausted. After a short while, a ding sounds and the printer starts up.<br /> Dr Brendan looks at the screen, then to me and back to the screen. I shift uncomfortably in the chilling metallic seat. It must be terrible for him to be looking like he has seen a ghost.<br /> &quot;Marissa, I will not ask how this has happened. I know the mechanics of the body.&quot; I furrow my eyebrows. What does he mean? He hands me the report as I read he continues.<br /> &quot;You&#039;re pregnant. But your energy level is life-threateningly low, which is risky for both you and your baby.&quot; I am stunned to speak. But I still can&#039;t help myself weeping when staring at the foetus&#039; picture, wondering if the arrival of this new life would make him have a soft place for me?<br /> &quot;Please, Dr Brendan. What should I do?&quot; my head snaps up as tears leave my eyes.<br /> &quot;You will have to be admitted and placed under observation. But we need the confirmation of the baby&#039;s father too.&quot; he asks, sighing as he adjusts his glasses.<br /> I lift my teary gaze to him and shake my head. To be pregnant is already a death sentence to me. Revealing our relationship is nothing short of killing the last hope of keeping the baby. I fold the report and put it in my bag.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m sorry. I can&#039;t divulge that information. Please keep this between us until I decide what to do.&quot; I stand up and walk out of the office and, in turn, leave the hospital.<br /> Walking towards my car, the weather matches my mood. The wind has a chill to it as it whips around my legs like a serpent wrapping me up in its icy clutches. The drizzle becomes heavy; it matches my tears. Unlocking my car, I climb in, slamming the door. I sob as I place my head on the steering wheel.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m sorry baby. I won&#039;t subject us to whatever that&#039;s gonna take you away. Momma&#039;s got you.&quot; I wipe my face and head back to the pack house.<br /> After some time, I pull up, and exit the car. I hurry towards the familiar pack house as it rains more heavily.<br /> Walking inside, I remove my coat and bag before I make my way to the kitchen to make myself some food. I used to put too much attention on Damien&#039;s diet while neglecting myself. But now my baby is the priority and I must take good care of us. I approach the fridge and instinctively remove ingredients, only realising the dish I&#039;ve made after it&#039;s prepared. Spaghetti Bolognaise. I scoff. This is Damien&#039;s favourite dish.<br /> As I am washing the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher, a spooky figure comes out of nowhere. It&#039;s Lydia, one of the Omega maids in the Pack House, who hates me just like everyone else in this wretched place.<br /> &quot;You&#039;re pathetic and pregnant! I have seen the shadow of a man entering your room. You are nothing but a bimbo!&quot; She chuckles with my report in her hand.<br /> &quot;Did you snoop through my bag? !&quot; I raise an eyebrow at her and clench my fists to my sides. She seems to have it out for me, and won&#039;t spare any chance to create trouble in my direction. This moment is definitely one she&#039;ll seize.<br /> Any other day, I would ignore her and never retaliate, but not anymore. I will not be a pushover anymore, not when I need to protect my pup.<br /> &quot;I would suggest you keep your mouth shut. We wouldn&#039;t want you to lose your tongue now, would we?&quot; I growl out as I shoulder barges past her out of the kitchen. Little does she know the man she has seen is her Alpha and my mate, but it&#039;s none of my business.<br /> &quot;I can&#039;t wait to tell the Alpha. You will be thrown out of here like the garbage you are!&quot; She lashes out behind me.<br /> I smirk. Snitches get stitches, but who cares. I head to my room to wait for Damien. I am still debating if I should tell Damien. If I do, he would potentially kill me; but I don&#039;t, what if he might at least show mercy to his own pup?<br /> However, Damien doesn&#039;t come back as usual. I tell myself that being an Alpha has various duties to perform. If he had marked me like he promised I would be able to mind link him, but here we are. I never know where he is or whom he is with. I suppose it&#039;s a comfort that he hasn&#039;t marked me. No doubt I would have felt his betrayal.<br /> As the night grows late, I pick up my phone and dial the familiar number. I can&#039;t wait any more, I must know his decision on this baby.<br /> The phone rings for a good amount of time before the weird running and heavy breathing breaks forth from the other end of the phone.<br /> &quot;Hello Alpha, will you come back today? &quot; I bite my lower lip in silence.<br /> &quot;Damien, my love, save me.&quot; my eyes go wide and my ego crashes. I hear the voice that has plagued my dreams and caused me this amount of pain. It&#039;s Jessica, she has returned.<br /> &quot;Jessica, I&#039;m here. I will save you. Hold on baby, please. I love you.&quot; I don&#039;t say anything and I know it&#039;s wrong to eavesdrop, but I need to know. I can hear the metal sound under the force. I clench my other fist, my nails digging into the flesh on my palm as I feel my blood trickle.<br /> &quot;Marissa, are you there? Are you okay?&quot; I scoff at his fake concern.<br /> &quot;Oh, yes. When will you be home?&quot; I pretend to be as nonchalant as possible. I know what he is going to say.<br /> &quot;I need you to get to the hospital, there is an emergency. A pack member needs your help. She was wounded.&quot; I laugh inwardly at him, also at myself. He is audacious to ask this of me. Me the one who has lived up to our deal yet he hasn&#039;t. He must think I&#039;m a fool. Well the joke is on him. I need to leave, for my baby. I will not risk the life of my pup to save that god awful woman.<br /> Disappointed, I hang up the phone and start ripping my belongings into my suitcase. How stupid have I been? To think that she would never return. I need to leave; I need to get away, and fast.<br /> Closing the zip on my luggage, my door bursts open and a dishevelled-looking Damien stands there, panting, his hands covered in blood. His gaze locked on me and mine on him. His eyes shift to the luggage.<br /> &quot;Going somewhere?&quot;<br /> &quot;I said, where are you going?&quot; He snarls at me as he stalks closer. My heart is pounding against my ribcage. I will not be subjected to this any longer. I know why he is here and I will have no part in it.<br /> &quot;I don&#039;t see what concern it is of yours, where I am going. After all, I&#039;m nothing to you now that your precious Jessica is back.&quot; I spit my venom at him. It&#039;s stupid of me to show my defiance to him, but right now I need to leave. To leave this wretched place for the good of my unborn pup. A pup that he will never know about.<br /> &quot;Yes, she is back, but you are a healer, Marissa. It is your duty to heal those in need and right now, you will fulfil your duty. Or did you forget our agreement?&quot; He frowns, circling me like prey as I clench my fists firmly to my side. The nerve of him to mention the agreement.<br /> &quot;Ha, so you remember the agreement then? Well, I&#039;m sorry to tell you Damien. You never stuck to your end of the agreement, so I have no obligation to stick to mine. You will have your wish. I&#039;m leaving. Give my regards to your beloved.&quot; I scoff as I walk towards the door when I&#039;m aggressively ripped back by my arm. I stagger backwards at the force when he snarls in my face, his wolf on the surface.<br /> &quot;You have two options. You either go to the hospital willingly or I drag you by your hair kicking and screaming. It&#039;s your call.&quot; My lip quivers because I know he will drag me if I don&#039;t submit.<br /> I smirk up at him. I will not go without a fight. He has hurt me for the last time. This game of tug and war with him is not worth it. He will always win in the end. He is the Alpha and, regrettably, my mate. A mate I loathe, a mate I want to be rid of.<br /> &quot;The hard way it is then, Don&#039;t blame me for showing you no mercy, Marissa.&quot; I can&#039;t believe such cold words are uttered by his 37 celsius degree mouth. He drags me by my arm, out of my bedroom and down the stairs.<br /> &quot;Let go of me.&quot; My emotions are getting the better of me as my head feels dizzy from the anger and pain in my chest. A bitter reminder that I&#039;m only a walking blood bank for him. It will never be me he holds in his heart.<br /> Passing Lydia on the stairs, she smirks at me. How I wish I could tear her apart. Lydia stands there like she is the lady of this house. Her arms folded across her chest. Her chin high, she is arrogant and one day I would love nothing more than to knock her off her perch.<br /> &quot;Alpha, there is something I need to tell you…&quot; Damien stops in his tracks, his grip on me bruising my delicate flash, the flesh pinches under his grip as he faces her.<br /> &quot;Can it wait?&quot; he interrupts her and I pin an icy glare on her.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m afraid not Alpha. Miss Gilbert has broken the law, sir.&quot; She says out loud in smug self-satisfaction.<br /> &quot;What law?&quot; He snaps as I struggle to free myself from his iron grip.<br /> &quot;The law that she isn&#039;t to mate or bear a pup. I have seen the shadow of a man enter her room, Alpha. She deserves to be punished.&quot; I roll my eyes at her as I mockingly scoff, oh Lydia, how stupid can you be?<br /> He snarls and turns dark eyes to me. I don&#039;t look away, praying he will believe her and loosen his grip; once he does, I&#039;m gone. But I have no such luck.<br /> &quot;Is this true?&quot; He frowns at me. A ghost of a smirk curls on my lips. Of course, he knows it&#039;s true because the man in question is him. He looks at me with emotion in his eyes. Is it betrayal? Sadness? Heartache? Whatever it is. It&#039;s quite amusing to see.<br /> &quot;What do you think?&quot; I spit back, not looking from his eyes when it dawns on him. His gaze darkens at my words, he hasn&#039;t realised that it is him she has seen. I will not correct this. I can&#039;t without Lydia knowing who I am.<br /> &quot;You are so shameless to admit it to our Alpha. You&#039;re nothing but a bimbo. Death is the punishment you deserve.&quot; Lydia added.<br /> I smile at her, baring my teeth, my gaze cold as he raises his hand and slaps me across my face. My head snaps to the side and I taste blood on my tongue. He actually believed her, her a cunning bimbo. How stupid is he? He would never believe me anyway.<br /> &quot;How dare you betray me? I&#039;ll get even with you when we come back from the hospital.&quot; Damien whispers to my ears, in a voice that only I can hear.<br /> Dizziness takes hold as I stagger. If he wasn&#039;t holding me up, I would have fallen. He drags me to the front door and takes my coat and bag before dragging me out into the cold, wet night. The rain is torrential; each drop burns my skin with its icy coldness, a sense of dread washes over me. I am reminded that I will not be able to leave. Not unless I&#039;m dead.<br /> Damien fiercely rips the car door open and shoves me inside. I slide over to the far side of the back seat and pull my legs up to my chest.<br /> &quot;Are you ok Luna?&quot; Beta Jake sheds his crocodile tears. I don&#039;t look at him. He is the only one who knows of our fake marriage and doesn&#039;t care at all. Like his Alpha he only cares about her, his sister Jessica.<br /> I keep my eyes glued to the window. When Damien enters the car and instructs him to drive. My warm breath forms on the interior of the car window. Condensation forms in contrast to the cold storm outside. The storm outside matches the storm within me. I know I could lose my pup if I go through with this. I can&#039;t let that happen. I see myself in the reflection of the window. I&#039;m soaked by the rain and my seaweed-like long hair is plastered to my body. I look grey, sickly even. This is done to me by him. My mate.<br /> &quot;Luna? Are you ok?&quot; again I ignore his words when I feel the burning gaze at the back of my head. His cold eyes burning deep, marrying my flesh with his glare.<br /> &quot;What&#039;s wrong with you Marissa?&quot; He snarls out as I don&#039;t turn to him. I solely watch the street lights whizz past the car as the sound of the rain streams down the window.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m exhausted. I need to rest.&quot; Is all I say in acknowledgement. My fate is now sealed. I should have run sooner. I should have left years ago. I was stupid to think he would ever love me. He only holds Jessica in his heart and no-one else.<br /> &quot;Get some rest. We will be there soon and Marissa, you will do this or I will bleed you myself.&quot; Alpha Damien shows his care in a way as if he didn&#039;t show at all.<br /> I don&#039;t respond. I just wipe the tear that has escaped my eyes. Closing my eyes, I try to build up as much of my strength as possible, but I know it&#039;s futile. I will no doubt lose my life tonight. I replay what my grandfather said to me. He always said that being a healer is an honour, even though I would not be allowed to create life. I will always be allowed to save lives. You need to hold your composure and not be too emotional. If you are too emotional your healing ability will waiver.<br /> But who will help me when I need it? The answer is simple. Nobody, I&#039;m all alone. Well there was one, his name is Robert. Robert was laying nearly dead when I discovered him by the pack border. He had lost so much blood that the ground was saturated in it. Grandfather had been teaching me in secret the magical effects of our blood. So I couldn&#039;t let an innocent child die when I knew my blood could save him. I watched with fascination as his wounds healed, leaving no trace of injury. He woke up, and told me with a straight face that he would repay me. I gave him an uneasy titter, that was the first time people had expressed gratitude to me. Since then, Robert became my only childhood friend. He would stand up for me and protect me when the triplet bullied me.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m sorry, baby.&quot; Inwardly I apologise to my pup. I&#039;m a failure. A failure like everyone says I am. Some mother I am, I can&#039;t even protect my pup.<br /> Pulling up to the hospital. I&#039;m snapped out of my daze as the door is ripped open and Damien grabs me out. He drags me towards the emergency department. I stumble but manage to pull myself up. The automatic doors open and the scent of disinfectant hits my nose. My stomach rolls and I fight the urge to vomit as I&#039;m dragged through the department to the emergency room. The halls are eerily quiet; the only sound is my heels against the cold tile.<br /> Dr Brendan comes out as he looks at me and to Damien. Dr Brendan is a general surgeon, he is tasked with many different roles within the hospital. He has experience in many different subjects. I dare say my grandfather was the best in our world and Dr Brendan was next after him.<br /> &quot;Alpha, unfortunately, Miss Morgan has a rare blood group. We don&#039;t have that blood here and by the time we get it sent from another pack, I&#039;m afraid it would be too late.&quot; Dr Brendan looks at me with sadness, knowing I am going to be sacrificed to save her.<br /> &quot;Use Marissa. You know her blood can heal anything right. Use her blood to save Jessica.&quot; He pushes me towards Dr Brendan. I stumble as Jake catches my arm to steady me. I nod my thanks to him and see he holds my coat and bag. The bag that holds my blood results, the blood results that confirm my pregnancy.<br /> &quot;Alpha, I cannot use Marissa. She is in no condition.&quot; My eyes widen at him and I say a silent plea for him not to tell him.<br /> &quot;You will do as I ask. She is a healer. It is her job to heal. Marissa is only tired. She can rest after this.&quot; I close my eyes, praying to the Goddess to save me just this once.

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