Alpha's STOLEN Mate (by Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

Oh no.

“For maximum effect, I need the purest blood. Directly from the source. Her voice was clinical, but her eyes… there was something else

there. Something hungry.

This was going to hurt like hell, but we didn’t have a choice.

I straightened my spine, tilted my head to expose my neck, and clenched my jaw. “Do it.”

Elowen lunged. Her teeth sank into my throat with brutal force, tearing through skin and muscle to find the jugular. Pain exploded through my nervous system-white-hot, overwhelming, making my vision blur.

Fuck! This is definitely revenge for Rowan.

But as she drank, something changed. I could feel it through the mate bond-her strength returning, her wolf stirring from forced dormancy, the drug’s effects burning away under the purifying properties of my Alpha King bloodline.

Her wounds began closing. The cuts on her wrists and ankles sealed themselves. Even the bruises faded as my blood worked through her

system.

And then… something else happened.

The bond between us didn’t just flare; it detonated. The act of her taking my blood, of my life force literally pouring into her, created a circuit of raw, primal feedback. It wasn’t just my power healing her; it was her need, her hunger, her very essence flooding back into me through the link.

Her body, which had been clinical and detached, went lax against mine for a split second before pressing closer with an instinct that had nothing to do with tactics. Her arms, which had been braced, now wrapped around my neck, pulling my bleeding throat tighter against her mouth. Her hips shifted, a small, unconscious movement that ground her center directly against my hardening cock. The friction was electric, a jolt of pure lust that shot through me despite the searing pain in my neck.

She was no longer just drinking. Her tongue swept over the wound, hot and possessive, not to heal but to taste. Each deliberate lick sent a fresh wave of fire straight to my groin. A low growl rumbled in my chest-not of pain, but of dominance and a dark, possessive pleasure. Her scent, sharpened by my blood and her returning power, filled my senses: rain-soaked earth, ozone, and a rising, musky heat that signaled her arousal.

My hands, which had been clenched at my sides, came up to grip her waist, my thumbs pressing into the soft flesh above her hips. I could feel her responding, the subtle arch of her back, the way her body was practically melting into mine. We were in a room full of enemies, one of our own dying on his feet, and all I could think about was pushing her up against the nearest wall and taking her right there.

This is not the time-

“How romantic!” Morgath’s voice cut through the haze of bloodlust and arousal. “In the middle of my laboratory, surrounded by enemies, and you’re preparing to mate! Such animal instincts! This is exactly why your kind should be kept in cages!” She turned to Frost with mock sympathy. “Look at your companions, Beta. You’re standing there ready to die protecting them, and they’re moments away from

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Chapter 153

rutting on my floor!”

Frost’s face went through several complicated emotions-hurt, resignation, forced acceptance.

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Elowen jerked away from me like she’d been burned, her face flushing crimson. My blood still dripped from her lips, making her look wild

and dangerous and unbearably beautiful.

I wiped at my neck, feeling the wound already beginning to heal where she’d licked it. Her saliva had healing properties-another benefit

of the White Wolf bloodline.

“Plans have changed, Morgath,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “We’re not leaving. We’re going to kill you, destroy your life’s work, burn this laboratory to the ground, and free every wolf you’ve imprisoned.”

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Chayer 156

they surged my audio? Zavete festive t

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