Mated & Blooded, A Blood Ties Novel, Book 1 (2 page)

I could hear Mary softly talking to the pack
doctor and telling him that he needed to come to the school
immediately. He must have asked why and Mary simply stated that the
Alpha was here and demands it. With that she hung up the phone.

"Alpha," she called from the other room.

"Yes, Mary?" I answered with very little
patience.

"Alpha, may I be dismissed. I’m not feeling
well myself, and the pack doctor should be here any minute."

I could smell the fear still pouring off her,
and her the anxiety in her voice. I didn’t want to scare Mary
anymore that she already was so I said more softly

"Yes, Mary you are dismissed. In the future
Mary, be sure to keep any negative comments you may have about my
mate to yourself."

I heard her whisper thank you as she headed
out of the office. I’m not sure how long I stood next to my
unconscious mate, tenderly touching her cheek and twisting her hand
in my fingers before the pack doctor arrived. I smelled him before,
I heard or I saw him. I smelled fear. Good god I thought to myself
is everyone in the pack in fear of my little mate? He walked in
slowly with his eyes submissively looking towards the floor.

"Heal her." I said simply to him.

He looked over to the cot and directly at my
mate.

"Alpha?" he said questioningly.

"You want me to heal the hybrid?"

I felt my wolf get instantly agitated. Again
my mate was being disrespected by my pack.

"She is my mate." I shouted at him. My teeth
were bared, I could feel my wolves desire to burst forth and rip
out the doctors throat.

"Heal her." I demanded with my full alpha
powers behind it.

The doctor didn’t hesitate another second
before he moved forward and began to examine her. After several
moments of checking her head, he moved to her arm and leg. He then
turned to me. I could tell he was afraid to tell me something. He
opened and closed his mouth twice before he finally stuttered out
words…

"It appears both her left arm and leg are
broken. She has also received a severe blow to her head."

I looked at him with agitation clearly
visible on my face.

"I am not medically trained doctor and even I
can see that! Do something to heal her idiot."

My patience was getting thin. My mate is
suffering and no one has done anything to help. The doctor twitched
and started to play with his hands. Looking down at the floor he
opened and closed his mouth again.

"Stop making fish faces and spit it out." I
said to him

"I am afraid Alpha, she will need to be fed
fresh blood to heal."

I wanted to open my eyes but they felt too
heavy. My mouth was so dry and I could feel the hunger racing
through my veins. The hunger was my need to feed on blood. That
need was what kept me from being like all the other wolves. The
hunger burned inside of me. It wanted blood. It needed blood. I was
starving.

I must have some pretty severe injuries I
thought. Since I had fed just last night. Usually, I didn’t need to
feed more than once or twice a week. I could generally get by with
normal cooked food as long as every three to four days I consumed
fresh blood. What I mean by fresh is straight from the vein.

One huge misconception by most humans and
wolves is that bagged blood is the same as fresh blood. I can tell
you it is not. Once blood has touched the air, it is no longer
fresh and can no longer sustain me. I must drink blood straight
from the vein. Blood that has just been pumped through a heart.
Blood dies the second it leaves the body. Dead blood doesn’t help
vampires. Dead blood makes us sick.

Since the moment the doctor realized I needed
fresh blood, my mother had taken to feeding me from her wrist every
three days without fail. She never let it go longer and she always
begged me to feed even if I wasn’t hungry yet.

I have never fed from anyone but my mother
and I didn’t think my mother could feed me this soon. It took her
body time to regenerate between my feedings. When I was young and
unable to control myself there were times when I would lose control
and almost drain her dry. But as a healthy she-wolf she would
always heal. She never tried to stop me from taking the blood I
needed from her.

I could feel my body searching for fresh
blood. I was so hungry. I sniffed deeply, and realized I could
smell wolf nearby. It was a strong wolf with strong fresh blood. It
smelled so good. I could feel myself begin to salivate with the
idea of drinking the unknown wolfs blood.

I tried again to open my eyes but still
couldn’t force them open. I strained to listen so that maybe I
could figure out where I was, and more importantly who is the wolf
so near me that smells so damn good.

“You’ll need to call her mother, she is the
only one who can provide fresh blood for her”

I heard someone say. My mind thought yes,
bring me my mother. She can provide for me. She always provides for
me. Then I remembered that she had just fed me.

“No” I managed to croak out loud.

“Don’t, she just fed me. It could kill
her”

I wasn’t sure if anyone could hear me. I
tried to speak louder but my stupid throat and vocal cords refused
to obey me. I couldn’t seem to make another sound. Suddenly I felt
myself being lifted into a lap. Then, I felt a wrist being shoved
into my mouth.

“Drink from me” I heard a voice demand.

Oh and what a voice. It was deep and raspy
and had all the right tones to it. I could fall in love with that
voice I thought. No one should have such a manly husky wonderful
voice. I sniffed again and knew the wrist in my mouth belonged to
the wolf that smelled so good. Great I thought, it’s a he and he
has a great smell and an unbelievably wonderful voice, and I am
going to puncture his wrist with my fangs and drink his blood.

Oh well, if he didn’t like me before, this is
sure to make him hate me and with that thought I bared my fangs and
drove them into his wrist. His blood slid so smoothly down my
throat. I could feel it pulsing through my veins and instantly
healing my wounds. First I felt my head begin to heal.

I heard a moan come from the wolf that I was
feeding from. Oh I am so sorry I thought. This must be awful.
Mother said it hurts and burns a bit but nothing she couldn’t
handle. I found myself wondering if she had lied. His moans were
getting louder. She must have lied it must hurt so much more than
she said. It wasn’t painful for me though, in fact I was amazingly
wonderful. I’ve read a lot of romance novels and I tend to think
that feeding fresh blood is a lot like having an orgasm. It is so
good.

I started to feel the pressure lifting off my
eyes. I felt my leg twinge and knew it too was on the mend. He
moaned again, and this time I wasn’t sure why he allowed me to
continue to feed. It must be causing him such pain. I had to see
what the male looked like. I had to see why someone other than my
mother was allowing me to feed from them. I slowly opened my eyes.
I lifted my lids slowly and found myself staring into the most
amazing blue eyes I had ever seen.

Oh My God. The memory slammed back into me.
These were not just any eyes. This is the same wolf that was in the
stairwell with me. He had called me his mate. I am drinking the
blood of my werewolf mate.

I immediately retracted my fangs and pulled
back from his wrist. I wanted to dart my tongue out and lick his
wrist to heal it but I was a little scared at what his reaction
might be. I felt myself tense. What should I do? What should I say?
Oh my god!

He must have noticed that I was going into a
panic. He looked like he was trying to force himself to relax and
take on a non aggressive stance. The wolf in me immediately
identified that he was not threat to us.

“Easy mate, you're safe with me” he said

The vampire in me was not comfortable. It was
quivering with the desire to run. I heard his heart pounding it
sounded like it was getting harder and faster. Something was not
right. I heard blood drip and looked down to see his wrist was
continuing to spill blood from it. I made an involuntary gasp and
quickly went to grab his wrist. He froze and I was unable to move
his arm. I flinched back afraid now that my wolf was wrong. Maybe
he is a threat. I nervously said

“I just want to close the wound” He seemed
sad that I had become afraid and slowly moved his wrist back
towards me.

“Don’t be afraid of me. You are my mate. I
could never hurt you. Have you had enough blood? Do you need
more?”

I watched drops of blood spatter on the white
paper on the cot. My tongue flicked out and I licked my lips. His
blood was so sweet. I don’t know if I could ever say I’d had
enough. Instead of plunging my fangs back into his wrist, I flicked
my tongue out and over the puncture wounds sealing them instantly
closed.

“Thank you” I stuttered.

“I’m fine and have had enough”

Then it hit me. He said mate again. Could he
possibly mean to claim me? How could he want me if he already knows
what I am? He will never claim us. My wolf whined. He knows we are
tainted. He is being kind but he will reject us.

My wolf was suddenly disgusted and ashamed of
us. Feeling her pain, I tried to move away from him. I tested my
leg and could tell that it had healed enough to hold my weight. I
swung them off the cot with the intention of running as fast as my
legs could carry me. He must have sensed the change in us, because
the moment my legs touched the floor he had both of his arms
securely wrapped around my midsection.

“Hold on there a second Kalli, just where do
you think you are running off to? I just told you we are mates;
don’t you think we should talk about this before you decide to go
running off?”

“She needs what?” I said again.

“Fresh blood Alpha, straight from a vein.
You’ll need to call her mother, she is the only one who can provide
fresh blood for her”

I heard my mate barely whisper

“No, Don’t, she just fed me. It could kill
her”

I knew what I had to do. I needed to feed my
mate. She was after all my mate. She should not have to feed from
anyone but me. As a matter of fact after today she would feed only
from me. I mentally questioned the doctor on where it was best to
feed her from. Once he answered, I waved the doctor out of the room
and told him to guard the door to make sure no one came in. I then
moved toward the cot and very gently lifted my injured mate onto my
lap. I pushed a soft red curl out of her face, and placed my wrist
into her mouth.

“Drink from me” I said.

After a few moments I felt a quick pinch as
her fangs slid into my skin. Then, I felt my wrist and arm begin to
radiate a warmth. I had expected her feeding to be painful. In fact
the doctor had warned me that it would burn from the inside out.
Oh, I burned but not in pain. It was amazing. It was sexual and
sensual all at the same time. My blood heated and desire coursed
through my veins.

I felt a moan escape me. I could feel my
pants tightening. How could a vampire drinking my blood feel so
good. This is the opposite of what I’d heard. Then again, this
wasn’t just any vampire this was the one and only hybrid and she is
my mate.

The more she fed, the more I got turned on. I
didn’t want to. I tried to tell my body to stop but It just
wouldn’t obey. My wolf was going crazy. It was reveling in the
touch of our mate. I would happily allow her to drink us dry and
leave us for death. It just felt so good. I think I might have
moaned a few more times. I didn’t care. The doctor was probably
thinking that we had moved from feeding to mating. So what! Its
none of his business anyway.

I could feel her starting to come around. I
watched her face to see if she would open those beautiful eyes. He
eyes opened and I found myself staring into them. I watched them
dilate and knew she was getting ready to freak. I forced myself to
relax I even tried to make myself appear submissive.

“Easy mate, you're safe with me” I said in my
best no Alpha voice

She paused as if she was trying to make sense
of the situation. I saw her eyes dart to my still bleeding wrist
then immediately dart back to my eyes. She made a small whimper,
and then grabbed at my wrist. It surprised me, the touch was so
soft and it sent lightly pleasurable shocks down it. I watched her
flinch away from me like she was suddenly afraid. I could smell
fear come off her. How could she think we would be a threat?

“I just want to close the wound” she said in
a voice filled with fear and doubt.

My wolf whimpered. Our mate is afraid of us
he said. We need to make her understand we will never her hurt. She
is ours to love and protect. We would never hurt her. I slowly
moved my wrist back towards her. If she wanted to close the wounds
she could. If she wanted to feed more she could. Hell if she wanted
to drain me dry and leave me for dead she could. I needed to make
her see I would never hurt her.

“Don’t be afraid of me. You are my mate. I
could never hurt you. Have you had enough blood? Do you need more?”
I blurted out in a rush

I watched her eyes dart between me, my wrist
and the white paper on the cot. She paused and erotically licked
her lips with her little pink tongue. God, what I wouldn’t due to
have that tongue lick parts of me, I thought. She looked down again
at my still bleeding wrist; then bent her head down and slid her
tongue across my wrist. I involuntarily moaned again. Oh god, what
my mate can do to me. I thought

“Thank you, I’m fine and have had enough”

Her voice was as beautiful as the rest of
her. It was sultry and hot, the perfect bedroom voice. She had the
kind of voice that women who worked on sex phone lines could only
wish they had. I watched my mates face change from being content to
being repulsed. What could I have done to repulse her? She couldn’t
possibly know what I had been thinking. Oh god maybe she does, she
is sitting on my lap she can probably feel the evidence of my
thoughts. I felt her shift on my lap and I knew that she was going
to run away from us. No my wolf screamed. We mustn’t let her get
away. She is our mate. We need her. Without our mate we will never
be complete. We must be complete. Please we must make her accept
us.