Elizebeth POV:
"She never learns, does she?" Jaylah's voice drifted from the room.
"She is a simple creature," Floyd replied. "Useful for chores. Nothing more."
Useful.
Suddenly, a Beta guard sprinted down the hallway. "Alpha! It's Elder Ryan. Jaylah's mother. She collapsed during the ritual!"
Jaylah screamed. Floyd moved with Alpha speed, a blur of motion. I was shoved into the wall as they rushed past.
I should have hidden. But curiosity—or stupidity—drew me to the pack hospital.
The smell of antiseptic and wolfsbane was choking. In the VIP room, Jaylah's mother, Elder Mara, clutched her chest, looking pale.
"Dark magic backlash," the Pack Healer murmured, sweating. "She tried to bless the territory, but her energy was too weak. Internal hemorrhaging."
"Do something!" Floyd growled, punching the wall. Plaster rained down.
"We need blood," the Healer said. "Pure blood. Ancient bloodline to stabilize the magic. She's Rh-null."
The Golden Blood.
Rare. In this pack, only two people had it. Elder Mara... and me. A trait of the White Wolf lineage.
Jaylah's eyes snapped to me in the doorway. A predator spotting a wounded rabbit.
"Elizebeth," Jaylah sobbed, the tears fake but effective. "She matches."
Floyd turned.
"Is this true?"
I backed away. "I... I'm anemic, Alpha. The silver ring... it weakens my production. If I give blood now..."
"My mother is dying because she tried to protect your home!" Jaylah shrieked.
"It's not faintness," I whispered. "It's my life force."
Floyd closed the distance in two strides. He grabbed my arm, fingers bruising my bicep.
"You ruined the robe," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Consider this payment."
"Floyd, please. I'm weak. I can't."
"You are an Omega. Your life exists to serve."
He dragged me toward the empty bed.
"Alpha," the Healer interjected weakly. "She is frail. The volume required might..."
"Take it," Floyd ordered. "Take what is needed."
I was thrown onto the bed. I didn't fight. You cannot fight an Alpha biologically. My body betrayed me, going limp under his will.
I stared at the ceiling tiles as the nurse strapped me down. Just a blood bag with a pulse.
Moon Goddess, just let me sleep.
