Mated To My Four Step Brothers
My brothers hover over her, their faces etched with worry, as her faint heartbeat barely registers.
I swiftly hook her up to an IV, making sure to add a little extra medicine to ease her discomfort. “She needs blood,” I urge as my hands rummaged through the cupboards, hoping to find a blood bag. “Use mine,” Sabastian offers as I frown at him.
Since he is her mate, a different blood type does not affect their compatibility. Her body will readily accept it with no adverse effects. “You know what it means,” he nods. Although not ideal, the act of sharing blood strengthens the bond between mates.