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Pregnant With the Northern Alpha’s Six Heirs

Pregnant With the Northern Alpha’s Six Heirs

By:  DaphneCompleted
Language: English
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I was an ordinary pharmacist's apprentice. To save my gravely injured brother, I agreed to a mysterious deal and slept with a man. Then I found out I was carrying six wolf pups! From that day on, I lived as a fugitive, hunted endlessly by the Silver Cross. When they strapped me to the silver altar, my six children were right in front of me. Their hands and feet were clamped in silver rings. The smallest, Nell, had already stopped breathing. The warden held a moon core extraction needle and said half-blood pups had no human rights. They were nothing more than experimental specimens waiting to be taken apart. No one knew their father was the Northern Alpha, who had gone three hundred years without an heir. Nor did anyone know that to find us, he had followed a cracked moonstone, three decoy prison wagons, and seven trails of blood for three full years. I tied the torn strips of my dress back onto my six children's wrists and told them, "Don't listen to them. Mommy is still here." The next second, six howls tore through the sanctified silver seal. The cathedral doors shattered. A man covered in snow stepped through the silver dust, his golden eyes fixed on me. "Take your hands off my family."

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

My younger brother, Theo Hart, had shielded a coworker from a slab of iron when the boiler exploded at the printing factory. Fine coal dust had lodged deep in his lungs. The charity hospital bled him twice before declaring there was nothing left to do but wait for him to die.

The clerk pushed the bill across the table. "Pay two hundred pounds within three days. Otherwise, his medication stops tonight at ten."

I had long since spent every penny I had. Theo was my only family, and I could not watch him die. The last time I had begged, the only answer I received was this: charity beds were reserved for people of greater value.

I folded the bill and walked out of the sanatorium.

A black carriage waited outside, with a silver feather inlaid in the door and thorns wound around the quill.

A lawyer in a gray wool coat called out to me. "Miss Hart, there is a nursing contract that may solve your problem."

He handed me a document: thirty days of live-in nursing care for a man who suffered from periodic fits of violent mania.

The employer was Lucian Blackwood, Duke of Ravencliff. The contract barred me from carrying silver, contacting anyone outside, leaving Blackthorn Manor without permission, or disclosing anything that happened while I was there.

The pay was two hundred and fifty pounds, with two hundred advanced on the night of signing.

I flipped to the last page and noticed the binding thread was newer than the rest.

Beneath the wax seal, there was another page written in a script I could not read. The letters looked like wolf claws dragged through snow, scored so deep they nearly cut through the paper.

"What is this?"

"A Northern confidentiality clause." The lawyer glanced at his pocket watch. "Miss Hart, the sanatorium stops medication tonight at ten. You have four hours left."

I did not hesitate any longer. I picked up the pen and signed my name.

The lawyer wrote out a bank draft for the sanatorium on the spot.

The draft was delivered, and Theo could finally continue his treatment. I climbed into the black carriage and rode deep into the fogbound night.

Blackthorn Manor lay beneath the city. The carriage passed through three iron gates before stopping in an underground courtyard where no sky was visible. Gas lamps lined every wall, and the air smelled of herbs, rust, and animal fur.

The butler did not take me to a guest room. He led me straight to the underground sickroom.

The moment the door opened, I saw eight chains as thick as my wrist running from the walls and shackling a man.

He was bare from the waist up, his shoulders and back scored with scratch marks. His black hair was soaking wet, his head bowed, each breath a muffled growl trapped in his throat.

Four nurses stood outside the sickroom. Not one of them dared go in.

Lady Octavia Blackwood stood by the door.

She was Lucian's aunt and the regent of Blackthorn Manor.

"The Duke doesn't recognize anyone during an episode." Octavia glanced at me. "Give him his medicine on schedule. Don't do anything else."

A servant brought a silver cup.

The liquid inside was pale gray, with tiny glinting particles floating on the surface.

I sniffed it and frowned. "There are metallic salts in this."

"This is a formula from the court physician." Octavia's tone was flat. "Miss Hart, you are a pharmacist's apprentice, not a doctor."

Lucian suddenly raised his head.

A pair of golden eyes swept past everyone and landed on the silver cup.

The next second, he lunged against his chains.

Iron cuffs slammed into the wall, all four nurses stumbled back, and the terrified servant forced the medicine down his throat.

Lucian's body arched instantly. His nails dug into his palms. Black veins spread from his chest all the way up his neck.

The silver salts were poisoning him.

I snatched the silver cup and poured out what remained.

Octavia's voice cut through the room. "What are you doing?"

"Saving him."

I had them bring egg whites, charcoal powder, and warm water, then used a scalpel to lance the most swollen vein on his inner arm.

Black blood dripped into the basin, immediately forming a silvery-white precipitate.

I placed the evidence in front of Octavia.

"There is silver salt in the medicine. One more dose will kill him."

The sickroom went silent.

For the first time, something changed in the way Octavia looked at me.

"Give the cup to the butler," she said. "This does not leave this room. Your brother will be moved to a better ward."

I handed over the silver cup with my eyes lowered. But before turning away, I scraped a thin layer of the sediment from the bottom of the cup with my fingernail and hid it in a compartment of my medicine case.

Late that night, only Lucian and I remained in the sickroom.

His convulsions had gradually subsided, but those golden eyes stayed fixed on me. I leaned over to change his blood-soaked bandages.

"What is your name?" His voice was raw.

"Elowen Hart."

"I know."

My hands froze.

He reached through the chains and closed his fingers around my wrist. His palm was cold, but his grip was carefully controlled and never tightened enough to hurt.

"Don't trust my aunt."

He glanced toward the door, his voice so low only I could hear.

"And don't drink anything they give you here."
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I loved all the detail.
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This story was dark af, and not for the faint of heart.
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