Bleed for His Mistress, Claimed by the Supreme Alpha

The ruling Alpha of this city had established a strict law: any werewolf without a mate by the age of twenty-five must submit to a mandatory match. I was merely a maid in the Crimson Pack manor, a lowly female Omega. Mason was the pack's young heir, a natural-born Alpha. We had lived together as mates for nearly a year—until an official from the Wolf Council Hall contacted me. "The mate bond you registered is a forgery." "The Moon Goddess has already arranged your true match. In two days, he will come for you in person." At that moment, I had no idea that my fated mate was that very legendary Alpha. The forged mating certificate was incinerated before my eyes, turning into a pile of gray ash. My throat felt parched and raw as I requested to check Mason's mating records. The Council clerk tapped on the screen with an indifferent expression, then turned the monitor toward me. Status: Paired. Mate: Chloe. The registration date was eight months ago—the exact same date stamped on my counterfeit certificate. The day he handed me that fake document, did Mason laugh at me behind my back, thinking I looked like a complete fool dancing in the palm of his hand? A bone-chilling cold swept through me, leaving me dizzy and faint. By the time I came to my senses, I was already standing in front of the Crimson Pack manor. Mason was sitting on the living room sofa, his voice as tender as it always was. "Where have you been? Why are you back so late?" My eyes burned crimson. I marched straight up to him and slapped him hard across the face. My inner wolf roared, her claws threatening to rip through my fingertips. "Why did you lie to me?" "Why did it have to be her?" He froze for a second, then a cryptic smirk played on his lips. Catching my wrists with ease, he pulled my trembling, furious body into his chest. He already knew why I was lashing out. "Vivian, Chloe isn't as bad as you make her out to be." All the strength drained from my body in an instant. Just like that, with one careless sentence, he brushed aside every ounce of agony I had ever endured. When I passed out from weeping at my mother's funeral, when Chloe and her friends cornered me in back alleys and beat me black and blue, Mason had held my hands and sworn an oath. "Your enemies are my enemies, Vivian. I will always be your shield." I had genuinely believed him. Yet now he stood right in front of me, saying Chloe's name with a gentleness that tore my heart to shreds. I wanted to grab his collar, shake him, and demand to know when this betrayal had started. I wanted to ask what else he had hidden from me. Instead, I dug my nails into my palms, forcing myself to stay rational. If I could find a mate within three days, the Council's mandatory match could still be revoked. And besides Mason, I had no one. I wiped away my tears, a desperate flicker of hope igniting in my eyes. "Can you... can you sever your bond with her?" He chuckled softly, reaching out to tap my nose affectionately. "Now isn't the time to throw a tantrum." I parted my lips to speak, but his index finger pressed against my mouth, cutting me off. "Chloe is carrying my pup. I have to give her security." "Don't worry. Once the pup is born, I'll dissolve the bond with her." "Vivian, just wait for me a little longer." My knees wobbled. Tears blurred my vision as I shook my head, wanting to scream that I didn't have time. In three days, I would be bound to a werewolf I had never even met. Yet my throat felt choked with cotton. Not a single word would come out. Mason wasn't done talking. Now that the secret was out, he dropped all pretenses."Chloe is in her third trimester. I can't leave her living alone." "Tomorrow, I'm bringing her to live here at the manor." With the mask torn off, he grew utterly shameless. The very next day, he brought her in, exactly as he promised. Chloe's belly was swollen round and high, and her face beamed with triumphant joy. Meeting my gaze, she offered a venomous, taunting smile. "Vivian, which room is mine?" I stared at her, gritting my teeth so hard they nearly shattered. I would never forget the sunny afternoon she and my stepmother first set foot in my family's house. Back then, Chloe had called my name with that exact sweet, poisonous tone. Moments later, my mother was a mangled heap of flesh and blood on the lawn below. "Vivian, keep your eyes open in the future. Don't make the same mistake I did." After saying those final words, my mother leaped right before my eyes. What followed was an endless, waking nightmare. And now, Chloe was wrapping her arms around my mate, standing in my home, smirking in my face. "Vivian, the guest bedroom is a bit cramped. I want the master bedroom." She never intended to ask for my permission. The moment the words left her lips, Mason waved his hand dismissively. The servants swarmed in, tossing all of my belongings out of the master suite. Everything I owned clattered and scattered across the hallway floor. He supported Chloe gently, guiding her to the bed and helping her settle in. A Moon Goddess talisman resting on the nightstand caught Chloe's eye. It was carved from lustrous jade, smooth and cherished over the years. She picked it up, rolling it between her fingers, and a second later, her hand slipped as if by accident. I lunged forward on instinct, but I was one step too late. The sharp crack of shattering jade exploded in my ears. I froze, staring at the floor as tears fell drop by drop onto the carpet. My wolf gave a mournful howl deep in my chest. That talisman was the very last piece of my mother's scent I had left in this world. Blind rage flooded my skull. I swung my fist toward Chloe. "That was the only thing my mother left me!" Before I could even touch her, Mason stepped in, grabbed my arm, and shoved me backward with brutal force. I crashed onto the sharp, broken shards. Under my full weight, the jagged edges sliced deep into my palms, drenching them in blood. Back when a tiny scratch on my finger would make Mason worry for hours, he would blow on it endlessly. But now, his brows were knitted in irritation, his tone as light as if he were discussing dinner. "It's just a talisman. I'll buy you a better one next time." "Lashing out at Chloe over a rock isn't worth it." I pushed myself off the floor, cradling the bloody fragments in the hem of my shirt. Just then, a servant carrying luggage stumbled and bumped my back, sending the shards clattering across the floor once more. I couldn't hold it together any longer. I collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. After enduring blow after blow, a raging fever consumed me that very night. In my haze, I felt a hand gently wiping away my sweat, placing a cool, damp cloth against my burning forehead. When I was fourteen, I was made to kneel in the freezing snow simply because I hadn't scrubbed the stairs clean enough. My stepmother's face had twisted with spite. "We raised you this whole time, and you can't even handle a chore like this." My father deliberately looked away from my pleading eyes, pretending not to see. Halfway through my punishment, a bucket of rancid, icy water was dumped over my head, chilling me to the bone. Chloe had stood on the second-floor balcony in a thick winter coat, her gloved hands holding the empty bucket. "You looked sleepy. I just wanted to help you wake up." In the end, it was young Mason who carried me back to his home, forcing bowl after bowl of fever medicine down my throat to pull me back from the brink of death. He had held my swollen, frostbitten fingers, his eyes overflowing with heartbreak. I forced my heavy eyelids open. But the boy from my memories was gone, replaced by the cold, distant stranger standing before me."You're running a fever. Don't wander around the manor for the next few days. Chloe is human, much more fragile than you. Stay away from her." Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, soaking into the pillow. I couldn't understand how someone could rot from the inside out so fast. He stood by the door, thoroughly rubbing his hands with disinfectant, refusing to let Chloe catch a whiff of any scent that didn't belong to her. Pattering footsteps echoed outside, and the next second, Chloe threw herself into Mason's embrace. The door to the side room clicked shut, locked from the outside. A standard lock couldn't truly hold me. Even though I was an Omega, I was still a werewolf; one kick would shatter the frame. Yet it was Mason's command, and he was my Alpha. Submission was etched into my very bones, binding me far tighter than iron chains. No matter how hard I pounded on the door, no one answered. I was locked away, simply because I had fallen ill. I slid down the door until I hit the floor, my wolf curling into a tight, defeated ball. In the dark, my phone buzzed with an incoming alert. [Match confirmed. One day remaining until contract finalization.] A bitter, self-deprecating smile pulled at my lips. I couldn't bring myself to tap on the profile of my assigned mate. A whole day slipped by. It felt as though the entire world had forgotten I existed. My fever-weakened body ached with hunger after twenty-four hours without food. My throat was bone-dry and itching, every breath scorching hot. The door cracked open a sliver. Chloe stood a safe distance away, holding a piece of stale bread. She tossed it onto the floor before me like feeding a stray dog. Then, she pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of me. "Didn't you say you despised homewreckers more than anything?" "Now, I'm going to make you taste what it feels like." She laughed maliciously, typing out a caption and posting it instantly on social media. Pings and chimes flooded my phone as mutual acquaintances quickly recognized me. Staring at the cruel comments popping up on the screen, I shook my head, choking back a sob. "No... that's not true..." I wanted to scream that Chloe was the homewrecker, that I was the real victim here. Then I remembered the forged mating certificate, already burned to ashes. My hand slowly dropped. After a long silence, my hoarse voice broke the quiet. "Let me leave. I won't interfere in your lives anymore." Chloe let out a cold sneer. "Not a chance." "I want you here to watch my pup come into this world. I want you to watch me take every single thing you love, piece by piece." She leaned close to my ear, whispering so only the two of us could hear. "Do you want to know when this pup was conceived?" My heart seized. I instinctively tried to pull back, but Chloe gripped my arm in a vice. Her venomous whisper continued. "On your mother's death anniversary." My pupils contracted violently, an overwhelming hatred erupting in my chest. I remembered that day so vividly. Mason had promised to go with me, only to cancel at the last minute. "There's an emergency at work. I can't get away." "Vivian, we'll visit your mother's grave together next year, alright?" Looking back, Mason had sounded breathless over the phone. I had been too drowned in grief to notice. My fists clenched until my knuckles turned stark white. If I had a blade in my hands right then, I would have driven it straight into Chloe's belly.Before I could even move, she suddenly clutched her stomach and let out a sharp cry. Hurried footsteps pounded down the hall. Mason rushed in, his hands shaking as he supported Chloe. "What happened?" "Mason, my stomach hurts so much..." In the next breath, Mason's glare pinned me to the spot, raging with fury. "What did you do to Chloe?" I parted my lips, wanting to say I hadn't even touched her, while the bruises from her grip still throbbed on my arm. "I didn't—" "Shut up." He scooped Chloe into his arms. Before heading out, he barked an order to his guards to drag me along. "If anything happens to my pup, you will pay for it." The car sped toward the medical clinic. I leaned my head against the cold window glass, Mason's endless, gentle reassurances to Chloe echoing in my ears. Chloe gripped Mason's shirt, her voice trembling with panic. "Mason, what if something happens to our baby?" Mason held her protectively against his chest, turning his gaze on me with eyes as cold as ice. "If Chloe or the pup suffers even a scratch, I will make you pay." I lifted my heavy eyelids and offered no defense. Whatever I said, he would never believe me anyway. The moment the car stopped, the awaiting Healers wheeled Chloe inside. I stood outside in the corridor, watching the scene with dead eyes. Chloe glanced back at me, burying her face into Mason's shoulder in faux terror. "Mason, I'm scared." "What if there's massive hemorrhaging during delivery...?" Mason squeezed her hand. Following her gaze, his eyes landed on me. A chill ran down my spine as a sickening realization hit me. "She's an Omega," Mason said flatly, stating it as an obvious fact. "Omega blood carries innate healing properties. Take her inside." Terror surged through me. I stumbled backward, flailing my arms to push them away, but strong hands seized me from both sides. "Let go of me!" I fought with everything I had, but they pinned me down into the chair. A cold blade sliced into my wrist. Crimson blood flowed down the tube into collection containers. My wolf's regenerative ability worked frantically to close the wound, forcing the Healer to reopen the cut again and again, each incision deeper than the last. "We've collected more than enough. Should we keep going?" Mason cast a chilling glance over me, his voice devoid of any warmth. "Keep going. Until I say stop." With that, he turned on his heel and walked away. I felt the warmth and vitality draining out of my body. My wolf whimpered faintly in the depths of my consciousness. Her healing factor strained desperately to mend the damage, but the blood loss was far too rapid—too much even for a werewolf to endure. A muffled voice echoed nearby. "If we take any more, she won't make it... An Omega's body can't handle this volume." No one answered. Violent tremors took over my limbs, and my consciousness slipped into absolute darkness. Outside the delivery room, an inexplicable dread gnawed at Mason's chest. He felt as though something vital had slipped completely out of his grasp. He tried to tell himself it was just worry for Chloe. After what felt like an eternity, the doors swung open. The Healer emerged carrying a newborn bundle. "Both mother and child are safe. It's a healthy baby boy." Mason cradled the infant with utmost care, the heavy knot in his chest finally loosening. Then, Vivian's face flashed across his mind. "Bring Vivian out." Moments later, a guard sprinted back in a panic, holding up a smartphone. "Young Master, Miss Vivian is gone!" "Her phone was left behind in the corner of the treatment room." Mason took the phone. Just as his fingers closed around it, an alert flashed across the screen. [Contract finalized. Your mating status has been officially updated.]