The Mate He Hates

Alpha Edward’s POV

“What are you even saying, Edward?” Matthew frowned, clearly not agreeing with my idea.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“You heard the doctor; she has just a few minutes left. We have to do something,” I murmured, fear and concern gripping me.

“And you think giving up your life is the best solution? You think I’ll just stand by and watch you do that?” he spat with pain and anger. “Amanda is my sister, but you are my friend, my brother, and my Alpha, and I will not let you do this, never!” Matthew said in a tone of finality, his voice breaking with emotion.

A tear dropped down my cheek at the complication of the situation. Amanda’s life was in danger, and we had little time to save her.

“We have to return to the mansion,” Matthew said, causing me to raise a brow at him. “A guard just informed me through telepathy that the witch, Elisa’s mom, is screaming at the top of her voice that she can save Amanda,” Matthew revealed, causing my eyes to widen.

“Alpha, we have to go back. Let’s go see her,” Matthew suggested, and I nodded. “Let’s go.”

A few minutes later, we arrived at the mansion, and I was wheeled to her cell. Upon arrival, I found her standing inside the cell, her eyes filled with excitement. “The day of my freedom has come,” she chuckled excitedly, while my frown deepened.

“Did I not tell you that the one who took your first mate from you would try to take the other?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “But what you didn’t know was that I wasn’t talking about Levi having her. What I meant was Levi taking her to her death, just like he did to your first mate!” She laughed loudly while I clenched my fists, my blood boiling.

“I’m not here for your pranks and riddles. You said you can heal Victoria; tell me how,” I demanded, watching her remain silent for a moment before she moved closer to me.

“Yes, but it comes with my freedom,” she muttered, and I frowned.

“Your freedom?” I asked, and she nodded. “You are going to mark Amanda while I perform some incantations. That incantation will release her wolf from the cage I had kept it in, and once she gets her wolf, her unique healing abilities will cure her heart,” the witch explained, and a lump formed in my throat. “Remember, I am the one who subdued her wolf, and I am the only one who can release it with my incantation.” She explained with a victorious smile on her face.

I exchanged glances with Matthew and saw him nod his head, giving me his opinion. “Fine, let’s do it.”

The witch shook her head. “First, you are going to promise me on your word that the moment it is done, I am free to go.” The witch demanded, and without a second thought, I nodded. Despite how much I wanted her to pay for her crimes, I knew Amanda’s life was what mattered.

“I swear on my word as the Alpha of the Full Moon Pack that you will be set free,” I declared, and her smile widened. She knew there was no way I would go against my crown.

“Very good, now take me to the hospital. We don’t have much time left,” she urged.

Matthew instructed the guards to release her, but the choker was still wrapped around her neck.

Arriving at the hospital, we made some arrangements and were let into Amanda’s room, where she lay on the bed, lifeless with life support. My heart sank at the sight of her in such a condition, and I wished it was me in that state and not her.

“Take this choker off me,” the witch requested, and I saw Matthew hesitating, but I gestured for him to go on. “Don’t try anything stupid,” Matthew warned her before taking the choker off her neck.

We watched her massage her neck for a moment before she looked my way.

“Move closer to her. Once I begin the incantation, mark her,” she instructed and sat back on the floor.

With her eyes closed, she began chanting some incantation, and with a racing heart, I looked at Amanda. “Please forgive me,” I whispered, bringing out my fangs.

As the witch chanted, her voice a haunting melody that filled the room, I felt a mixture of fear and hope. My heart raced as I looked at Amanda, my heart heavy with the weight of what I was about to do. The fear of potentially causing her more harm and the desperation to save her waged a war within me.

The witch’s chanting grew more intense, her words weaving a complex tapestry of magic that seemed to resonate with the very air around us. The room’s atmosphere shifted, charged with an otherworldly energy. I looked at Amanda, her face pale and drawn, her life hanging by a thread.

“Mark her now,” the witch commanded, her eyes still closed in concentration. Her voice was firm, cutting through the tension that had settled over us. I steeled myself, feeling the sharp sting as I sank my fangs into Amanda’s neck, my own blood mingling with hers as I completed the marking. My heart ached with each drop of blood that fell from her neck, a silent prayer escaping my lips for her recovery.

“Mark her again,” the witch commanded, and as told, I sank my fangs deeper into the crook of her neck. This time her body tensed momentarily, and then, as the mark was completed, a soft, golden light began to emanate from her. The witch’s chant grew louder, more fervent, and the energy in the room became overwhelming. I watched, a mix of hope and anxiety etched on my face, as the light enveloped Amanda, her chest rising and falling with newfound strength.

The witch continued her incantation, and after what felt like an eternity, she suddenly fell silent. She opened her eyes and looked at us, her expression a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. “It is done,” she declared, her voice weary but triumphant. “Her wolf is freed, and her healing abilities will now begin to work. She should be awake within a few seconds.”

I glanced at Amanda, my heart pounding as I waited for her to regain consciousness. Seconds later, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me with a mixture of confusion and relief. “Edward?” she whispered, her voice faint but clear.

“Yes, Amanda, it’s me,” I replied, my voice breaking. I took her hand in mine, feeling the warmth of her touch and the strength returning to her. Tears of relief streamed down my face as I saw her begin to recover, the color returning to her cheeks.

Matthew stood beside me, his own emotions barely contained. The witch, seeing her freedom so close, stood up and looked at me expectantly. “As promised, I am free to go,” she said, her gaze unwavering.

I nodded, the weight of the promise I made settling heavily on me. “Yes, you are free,” I confirmed, my voice resolute.

The witch smirked and turned to leave, but suddenly, I heard her exclaim in pain and saw her fall to the ground. She had just been shot by a silent firearm. With widened eyes, I saw blood gushing from her head as more bullets landed in her skull.

Matthew, who held the gun, moved forward and shot her again. Luckily, the gun was silent, so it wouldn’t draw attention.

“Bitch, you think I would let you go after all you did to my sister?” Matthew spat and shot her again, but this time she was already dead. “Rot in hell,” Matthew spat and slowly turned to look my way. “Sorry, Edward. You were the one who made the promise, not me.”