Mated to the Ruthless Alpha

I must have hallucinated the whole thing. Because when I slipped back into Dimitri’s room the next morning, he lay exactly as before—motionless, machines beeping steadily.“Did I imagine it?” I whispered.My wolf whimpered. "Mate."“No, absolutely not."I crossed my arms, staring at him suspiciously. Those icy blue eyes yesterday… the tiny twitch of his eyebrow. It had felt so real. But now? Nothing.“That’s it. Isolation has finally broken me,” I muttered. “I’ve officially gone crazy.”The apartment door opened. Familiar footsteps. The nurse entered with her supplies, her face souring the second she saw me.“Move.”No greeting. No manners. I rolled my eyes but stood aside.I watched her work for a moment before curiosity won. “Can I ask you something?”“Depends.”“Is it possible for someone in his condition to just… open their eyes?”She froze, then slowly turned. “What did you say?”“I asked if he could open his eyes.”“No.” She replied flatly.“But—”“Mr. Romanov has been in a coma

I knew he wasn’t kidding about making my life miserable. My wolf whimpered and retreated to the back of my mind.That wasn’t how things were supposed to work between mates. But it was clear he didn’t see me as his.“She’s not a stray,” Alexi said flatly, stepping between us. “Lyrien might not be from a respectable family, but she is a hybrid. That will help produce a strong pup. Besides, the marriage already happened. You can’t do anything about it.”Dimitri stopped pacing. He ran a hand through his disheveled dark hair, then slowly turned to glare at me. “So that’s how it is. You allowed this gold digger into my house. You let an abomination become my wife… for a pup?!” His growl shook the entire room.I whimpered again. I had nothing to say.“I gave you enough time to have one, and you didn’t care about my warnings,” Alexi said, shrugging. “Now

"This young lady took care of you, Alpha, and thanks to her, you had a speedy recovery," The doctor said, packing away the last of his instruments with a satisfied nod. He glanced between us, oblivious to the storm brewing in the room. "The fever broke faster than I expected. Keep up the fluids, rest, and monitor that scar. If anything changes, please give me a call!I stood awkwardly near the window, arms wrapped around myself.Dimitri sat propped against the headboard now, looking less like death and more like the powerful alpha he was. Sweat had dried on his skin, his dark blond hair tousled and damp. The black t-shirt clung to his broad chest, the silver scar visible where the fabric rode up. His blue eyes flicked to me, unreadable at first, then narrowed with irritation."Speedy recovery?" he echoed, voice still hoarse but gaining strength. A bitter scoff escaped him. "Don't paint her as some saint, doc. The stray probably just wanted to make sure her meal ticket didn't die befor