Bonded For Blood, Not Love
My foster sister, Gloria Binder, and I married a pair of werewolf brothers.
I married the older brother, the steady one who ran the Dixon household. She married the man who held power over the entire pack.
We got pregnant in the same year. In a couple of months, they would be able to take a sample of our babies' cardiogen and use it as medicine to treat their fathers' illness.
Two months before my due date, the gates of the outer villa were kicked open.
The intruders beat me, fists and boots coming down hard, then forced a bowl of labor-inducing medicine down my throat.
I screamed at the maid beside me to run and get my mate.
But all I got back was his message.
He was furious.
"You said you wanted peace and quiet and insisted on staying at the secluded villa to rest. Now you're pulling something this low just to drag me over there? I don't have time to waste on you. Judy needs a few plants moved into her yard. She's delicate and can't do heavy work. I'm helping her."
The medicine had already taken effect. I could feel the baby thrashing, as if it were about to tear its way out of me. I would have died from the pain if Gloria hadn't come back from gathering herbs and saved my life.
She sent people to find my mate and demand justice for me.
Yet, all she got was another message.
"You're living just fine in the villa. Who would dare hurt you? I need to help my brother plant a few more shrubs for Judy. I don't have time for your petty drama!"
Gloria was pregnant, too. After being beaten and kicked, she lost her baby.
We lay in a pool of blood, holding each other.
"Gloria," I whispered through tears, "I don't want to repay any debts anymore. I want to sever my bond with Lesley."