Mated to the Alpha: Sold to the King novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10: 0010

Lorelei POV

Callista soon lost consciousness in Jaxen’s arms, and while Jaxen looked like he wanted to tear me apart right then and there, his number one priority at the moment was getting her to the pack hospital.

I anxiously watched them leave.

Servants scattered. Guards followed. The corridor emptied until it was just me and the echo of their retreating footsteps.

As much as I was upset with Callista, as much as I hated her for what she had done, I knew how this would end if something bad happened to her.

If she lost the baby.

If she died.

My parents would blame me.

The pack would blame me.

And I would be punished for a crime I didn’t commit.

For the first time in my life, I actually found myself praying to the Moon Goddess.

Please. Please don’t let her die. Please don’t let the baby die. Please...

Not for Callista’s sake.

For mine.

"You have finally done it."

My mother’s voice rang through the air as the guards dragged me outside, the cold night air hitting my skin like a slap. My bare feet scraped against the frozen ground as they forced me onto my knees.

I had been beaten so badly my face was swollen, and blood soaked through my clothes.

My mother and father stood above me, their faces twisted with rage and disgust.

Then—

Slap!

My mother’s hand connected with my cheek before I could even blink, causing me to stumble sideways.

"After everything we have done for you," Elara spat, her voice shaking with fury as tears filled her eyes. "I pleaded on my knees to your father not to kill you while I still bled from birthing you. And this is how you repay my kindness?"

Tears filled my own eyes, and I shook my head repeatedly. "I didn’t do it. Please believe me, Mama. I swear—"

"Don’t call me that."

She spat the words like poison before breaking down further into my father’s arms.

She sobbed against his chest, her shoulders shaking, while he just stared at me as if he were deciding whether to strike me or kill me outright.

"I carried you for nine months," Elara continued, her voice muffled against Harlan’s shirt. "I held you in my arms. I loved you. And you still turned out to be a monster. A curse. Just like the prophecy said."

My entire body trembled as I kept pleading desperately, more tears streaming down my cheeks, but it all fell on deaf ears.

Just as my father was about to speak, his phone suddenly buzzed.

His expression turned grim as he quickly answered it.

I couldn’t hear the voices on the other end, but from the way his face darkened even more, I knew it had to be serious.

"Yes, they share the same blood type. Okay. We’ll be right there."

With that, he hung up and coldly ordered, "Take her."

And just like that, I was transported to the pack hospital like some cheap racehorse being led to slaughter.

*****

I was led into a small examination room and forced onto a bed.

Lying there and staring at the ceiling, it didn’t take long for me to realize why I was here.

From what I had gathered, Callista had lost a lot of blood, and I was the only suitable match.

Multiple needles were inserted into different parts of my body. The doctor, a middle-aged man with tired eyes and steady hands, worked quickly without looking me in the face.

My vision slowly became blurry as I felt more and more of my blood leaving my body.

How much more do they need? I thought weakly as a nurse inserted another needle into my left arm.

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