Page 49 of Alpha's Forbidden Fate

It would be so easy to rock back and forth… to let him relieve the pressure between my legs.

That thought is quickly replaced with hunger as my gaze trails back to the wound on his palm. I watch in awe as the wound begins to heal before my eyes, the flesh knitting itself back together as if by magic.

With a shaky breath, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, the taste of his blood still lingering on my lips. I scramble off him, the realization of what I’ve done hitting me like a ton of bricks.

I reach out to touch the wound on my neck but come back blank. Except for the smear of my blood, I am not injured. This makes no sense. I am pretty sure Derek, the wolf that was with Elias, bit me.

I distinctly remember the look of glee in the grey wolf’s eyes as he towered over me.

The way his eyes glittered as he sunk his death into my neck.

The excruciating pain after.

I was supposed to be dead. Wolf bites are fatal to us.

So, how am I still alive?

I turn to face Liam, who has now gotten his breathing under control. “You saved me.”

“It was nothing.”

“How? Your blood… I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice barely a breath as I try to steady myself. “I don’t know what came over me.”

I have never fed on a wolf before.

I have never fed on a supernatural being ever.

And yet!

How am I alive? Was the legend a lie?

“Wolf blood cures wolf bites,” he replies simply. I can see him trying to adjust his pants discreetly, but I am more concerned with everything that is going on rather than the fact that he is turned on.

I sit there, still reeling from the revelation Liam just dropped on me. “Wolf blood?” I repeat in barely a whisper. “How is that possible? Why doesn’t anyone know about this?”

Liam’s expression softens, sympathy in his eyes. “It’s not exactly common knowledge,” he explains. “It’s part of our lore, passed down through generations.”

I nod slowly, trying to process everything he’s telling me. So much about the supernatural world is still a mystery to me, and it’s overwhelming to think about all the things I don’t understand.

“Please tell me, Liam. Please make me understand.”

He runs his now completely healed hand through his hair. “In our world of supernatural beings, there’s this old story passed down through generations. It talks about how werewolves and vampires used to be connected way back in history. They had the same ancestors and stuff, but over time, they kinda went their separate ways.”

“Okay…”

“But here’s the interesting part: even though they’re different now, there’s still something special about their blood. See, werewolves have this amazing ability to heal really fast, and that power extends to their blood. So, when a vampire gets bitten by a werewolf, it’s pretty bad news. The werewolf’s bite is like poison to them, making them weak and sick. But if a vampire drinks werewolf blood, it’s like a miracle cure. The healing power in the werewolf blood cancels out the poison from the bite, making the vampire all better again.”

“You have always known this? This is common knowledge?” I can’t help but think of all the lives we could have saved if wolves had just agreed to give us the cure.

Then again, this would all end if wolves stopped attacking us all together.

Why would he tell me this? Why would he give me this information, knowing I could use it against him and his family?

“I told you what you wanted to know. Now, my turn. Who fucking attacked you?” Liam’s voice interrupts my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. I take a shaky breath, the memory of the attack still fresh in my mind.

“Elias, Derek, and Gavin,” I reply, trembling slightly. “They were from Mia’s pack. They... they came out of nowhere. I thought I had escaped them in the bar, but they followed me to the parking lot. They just…”

Liam’s hand reaches out, his touch feather-light as he traces a line along my neck. I shiver involuntarily at the sensation, but I force myself to stay calm.

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