My Fated Alpha Signed My Death Warrant

ot trapped inside a novel as

tizing his adopted sister over my life-a woman who had

ed by that very sister, I la

n, not to comfort m

over a few scratches. Y

sister, he snatched my medical consent form and

hal transfusion of Lycan-grade

rt like liquid fire, the healers fra

l's emergency frequency, too busy renting an entire

own blood, listening to

n who would casually sign my death warr

dimensional entity-seven years in his world, one d

in my original world, my final gift activated-a dead-man's swit

the fragile human wife he threw away had just

pte

lla

air, a coppery tang that mingled with the s

bed in the private hospital

corporate monolith of glass and steel. In the city's deep shadows, h

years, never meant to be their Luna. Yet some cruel twist of co

remembered the sickening lurch as the auto-drive system, a technology I helped design, turned against me with a col

was thr

rid residue of cheap smoke and the stale sweetness of liquor from the

d, a living thing inside my soul, reached for him, cravin

gle, violent spasm, and his throat worked as if he were forcibly swallowing some barbed, indi

was whispering ur

the Rogue bar. The strays are

was his adopted sister, a Beta he tre

rected at the Pack Healer who stood, half-hid

"Alpha, the Luna has lost a great deal of blood. She r

n. He did not so much

for wounded soldiers. A transfusion for a werewolf was a trivial matter. His tho

is name acros

oving the clipboard back at the

e transfusion..." the Healer be

eady turning t

nflection. His gaze passed over me, a pair of eyes made distan

bleeding on a cot to rescu

d itself to my soul seven years ago. I had made a pact in a moment of absolute despair: one lifetime in this novel's world, endi

horized a lethal transfusion protocol. If accepted, termination will occur in

s. Seven years of this chilling indifferen

whispered t

begged. "Allow me to double

my voice a hollow reed. "You w

dry, audible click, and

ood entered my human veins, a silen

ones began to ache with a deep, grinding

ers digging into

r, the door

in. Selene tra

rely unscathed. She carried with her the sam

n as another wave of

leased Selene's arm a

noise, Stell

eyes wide with a pai

d you to

It was an absolute, crushing

e. It felt like a great, invisible weight pressing d

. I could only choke on

dabbing at her dry eyes

y wanted to test the Pack's new anti-collision software

her lips were cur

ence, Selene. You were merely curious. A werewolf's vehicle i

e. "You see? She has apologized. Offer her a smile, S

shing the words past the cru

ie, Kaelen?"

ed with a sudd

ent to the aid of my sister? His voice was a lash

ght back, knowing the words

athetic,

as if a rusted hinge had been torn from its frame. He

m around Selene, and

onate as a clock. "Countdown initiate

ust enough time to s