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"Halen, admit it. On his scale, a single tear of mine weighs much more than your dignity." She didn't look like a seriously ill patient at all, even aggressively approaching me. I raised my hand, wanting to push away her encroaching body. Just as my fingertips touched the corner of her clothes. Elena's expression suddenly changed. She abruptly grabbed the glass of red wine on the table, splashed it fiercely on her own face, and then fell backward screaming. "Ah—!" Accompanied by the crisp sound of the glass shattering, she fell heavily onto the carpet, her palm pressing on the broken glass, blood gushing out instantly.

Everything was going smoothly, but she suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. Mamma grabbed her hand in a panic. "What's going on? The doctor said your toxins were cleared! Why are you suddenly spitting up blood?" Rita kept coughing. "I don't know. This is the only meal I've had since leaving the hospital…" "This meal…" Enrico suddenly turned to look at me in disbelief. His lips trembled, but he didn't say anything. I clenched my fist. Rita cast a secret glance at Enrico. Her gaze suddenly went cold, and then tears started streaming down her face.

Elena pressed her palms to the cold metal door, her breath shaking, her vision swimming. She slid down to her knees. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t exist. Only one thought pounded in her chest Don’t die. Don’t die. Not you. Not now. Not after everything. Footsteps approached softly. “Miss Elena.” She didn’t look up. “Miss Elena,” the nurse said again, kneeling beside her. “You need treatment too. You’ve lost a lot of blood” “It’s not mine.” She wiped her palms, smeared red. “This is all his.”

I didn't listen, my ears filled with a buzz that made my head crack. I tried to thank Miguel for his help, but I lost concentration when my vision became totally dark, and something inside my soul stirred on alert. My nose dripped once again, and blood began to poke. Vraxlon cursed, approaching to raise my head. For a moment, I drowned in my own blood, and the hot, iron-like liquid came down my mouth, filling it. "What do we do? "Faye asked, in a panic. "Don't do anything," I ooped. "This is perfectly normal.”

Panic rose immediately. “My baby,” she muttered. By the time she reached the hospital, her hands were still shaking. An hour later, Elena sat inside the St. Alper's hospital examination room under bright white lights. Doctor Miz reviewed her scans carefully before looking up. “You’re under severe emotional stress, Miss Elena.” Elena lowered her eyes quietly. The doctor’s expression softened slightly. “You also appear exhausted and malnourished. Have you been eating properly?” Elena almost laughed. Not recently.

she hesitantly asked him. The man smirked and turned his head at her. “You think so?” Elena sighed. They arrived at the hospital and Elena was taken by a paramedic using a wheelchair to the emergency room. She was surprised as she saw her Dad was there. Emir Drake looked so worry and he approached her in scurried steps when he saw her. He kissed her head. “Are you okay?” Elena nodded, “But I feel my legs are hurt…” she replied, not tried to be spoiled but she really felt her legs were hurt after bumping into the ground and rolling down the street. She saw her jeans were torn so bad and dirty with some dusts.

CHAPTER 15 DARIUS’S POV “Alpha, Miss Elena’s condition has worsened. Her vitals are unstable. The transfused blood reacted badly with her system.” “What do you mean reacted badly?” I snapped, stepping closer to the bed. “You told me the blood was safe. You told me it was tested.” “We tested for compatibility,” he said quickly, sweat beading on his forehead, “but there are complications we couldn’t predict. Her body is rejecting it. Her hemoglobin levels are dropping fast.”

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

Maya returned with a tray of food, simple ham sandwiches, fresh coffee, and a bowl of fruit. "Here, eat something. You look like you’re about to collapse.” She said, dropping the tray on a nearby stool. However, Elena didn't want to taste anything. But with the help of Maya, she forced herself to take small bites. On the surface, the moment felt almost normal, two friends sharing a meal. But deep down, Elena was still deeply disturbed. Her mind kept replaying the near-disaster at the club, the transmitter, Soren’s voice, and the way her body had betrayed her in his office.

Elena shrieked. She didn't run for the ladder. She threw herself flat onto the iron grates, her arm reaching out over the open drop, her fingertips catching the edge of the blue glass vial just an inch before it plunged into the dark whirlpool below. She slid backward, clutching the medicine tight against her chest, her body shaking as she looked up at me.