Abraham was my real mate!

Hannah's POV

How could there be such a stupid werewolf like me?

I should figure out just now when Bernie walked into this silver jail with the dining cart.

All was a trick! A complete plot!

When Bernie came in, I could only recognize him by his voice, not by his scent. The slight scent on his body had completely disappeared!

What the hell was going on, I was supposed to understand immediately when Abraham had a witch doctor by his side.

The truth of these things must be that Abraham got the mystic from the witch doctor so that Bernie could have the scent on his body. The purpose was to confuse me and make me recognize wrongly that Bernie, a Beta, the guard captain of the Black Pack was my mate!

They forced me to recognize a wrong mate, made an unforgivable mistake, then forced me to eat so much. Eventually, they didn't want to keep hiding their plot anymore.

"No need," said Abraham, he turned his head to look at the witch doctor who was just next to him" please draw her blood directly."

Drawing my blood?

That's why!

I glared at Abraham angrily. His scent became even more stronger since the scent of Bernie disappeared.

Abraham was my real mate, but what he wanted was only using me!

The witch doctor came to me with a needle and an empty bag.

I couldn't help bearing but struggle with fear finally.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! YOU CAN'T TREAT ME IN THIS WAY!"

I screamed, yelled, and roared desperately. But the more I struggled, the more painful my body was against the silver stake.

In a few seconds, my desperate screams were full of every corner of this clearing sliver prison.

AHHHHHH!

The sharp needle stabbed my veins. I watched as my blood was drawn out of my body, bit by bit, into the empty bag.

As the blood bag got bigger and bigger, I could feel that my power was taken away as well and I became weaker and weaker.

By the time the witch doctor drew a full bag of blood, I was so weak that I could barely stand.

I knew that my face was definitely as pale as a vampire now, and the huge exhaustion and powerlessness made me want to sleep immediately. But I struggled and raised my eyelids to look at the indifferent man in front of me.

Abraham just stood there watching me get blood drawn with emotionless eyes from the very beginning!

"Why? Why did you do this to me? Obviously, I'm your mate!"

I just wanted to know why he hurt me so much in this way.

What was the hell he wanted to do with all of these, to torture his mate like this, and to draw my blood!

However, Abraham laughed coldly: "Mate? You're just a slutty woman. I just played some tricks, and your slutty body welcomes and seduces other men."

His deep eyes were full of disdain: "I will never admit that you are my mate."

"But! I am!"

I shouted with all my strength angrily.

"Shut up!"

He suddenly became furious.

He took a step forward, grabbed my neck again, and lifted my whole body up in the air along the slider stake. The chains around my body cut my skin painfully.

"What qualifications do you have to be my mate? There will always be only one mate of mine, that is Sonja! Understand!"

I was thrown onto the silver stake again and coughing awkwardly the next moment.

The pain in my neck and body made me cry.

I stood in front of the silver stake depending on the chain like a marionette, while my heart ached beyond any descriptive words.

The werewolf in my body kept screaming constantly, I didn't know if they could hear it, or if they heard it, there was still no response.

"Bernie, you are responsible for watching her eat all of these. We will continue to draw the blood tomorrow."

Abraham said these words coldly and left the silver prison.

I laid on the ground in a mess, and the werewolf in my body howled until it was unable to make a sound.

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Abraham’s POV:

I was so angry!

I've been in a state of fury since the moment I saw Hannah.

Why this woman was my mate? Why she was the princess of the Red Pack, Aidan's sister?

Obviously, I only loved Sonja.

Only that beautiful and gentle woman is worthy of my cherishing and protection.

However, smelling the scent released by Hannah, I couldn't control my instinct!

The smell on her was so strong. When she was crying, it seemed like my heart had been softening by my instinct. However, the damn instinct became the evidence of my betrayal of Sonja at this moment!

I couldn't accept this reality, and I couldn't forgive myself.

Yes, it was all of my plan including using the mystic given by the witch doctor to transfer the scent of my body, and arranging the guard captain to seduce her. My plan proceeded very well, and she was literally mesmerized.

But why? Why my heart was still angry when seeing her being held in the arms of other men and watching her cry for other men!

I, obviously, did not love her at all!

I put her in the silver jail, forced myself to bring a witch doctor to draw her blood.

But why did I feel so distressed when I saw her getting weaker and weaker with her paler face?

Especially when she questioned me, my anger reached its peak.

"Shut up!"

I growled angrily, grabbed her neck, and lifted her up in the air.

Her neck was so slender and fragile that she would die at my hands if I pushed even a little bit harder.

But I still released the hold.

Even though I told myself she had to live. That was only because I was going to draw her blood.

Although I didn't want to admit it at all, I really wanted her to be alive when I listened to her crying sadly with laying on the ground.

DAMN IT!

I hated that woman, and I hated myself being controlled by my instinct!