Bound By Moonlight to My Mates (by Sofange Daye) novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34

The metallic taste of blood still coats my tongue. Isaac’s blood mixed with mine. Only his blood doesn’t taste as it should. It is tainted with something that I can’t place my finger on.

The moment his teeth sank into my shoulder, everything went white. Rage, confusion, and betrayal all flooded my mind. Why? Isaac is my beta. My brother–in–arms. My best friend.

I fought him off, pinning him to the ground, while his teeth gnashed together, trying to bite me again. My guards rushed in, pulling him away from me. His eyes never swayed from me, but he isn’t the same. This isn’t the man who grew up beside

1. me.

Now, he’s shackled to the infirmary bed. Silver cuffs bite into his wrists and ankles, but he doesn’t seem to care. His body jerks wildly, desperate to break free. Foam spills from his lips and dribbles down his chin. His eyes are wild amber, glowing oddly, and marred with black veins.

The healers crowd the doorway, masks covering their faces. They are scared. Too scared to try to save him.

“Get out,” I bark at them. “Everyone out!”

**

“But, Alpha,” one attempts to argue, but the snarl that rips from my lips sends them scattering. The door slams shut behind them, leaving me alone with the feral thing disguised as my friend.

My brow wrinkles as I watch him strain against the cuffs. His muscles bunch together painfully, and he growls so deeply it vibrates the floor. The scent of his burned flesh fills the air around him, and I fight the urge to vomit.

I don’t want to admit that I am afraid, but I don’t allow myself to get too close to him. Not when he looks like this.

“Isaac,” I growl. “You know me. You can fight this.”

His eyes snap toward me, and for a second, clarity flickers behind his eyes. But it only lasts a moment. Then a guttural roar rumbles in his chest. “Charlotte.” His jaw locks on her name. “Charlotte?”

My stomach drops, sending bile into my throat. I swallow it down, only for it to rise again.

He slams his head back against the mattress, rattling the entire frame, and foam sprays from his lips.

I take a singular step back, needing to put distance between us. Needing to give me space to think. Charlotte’s mother has descended into madness. Now, Isaac. Both of them tied to Charlotte in different ways.

Elder Nia’s words echo in my head. “Wolves will become feral, losing themselves to the beasts that reside within.”

Thorne feels my doubt and growls in response. ‘You must protect her?

But I run the numbers. If this spreads beyond Isaac, my pack will collapse. What if it spreads beyond our borders? Packs across the region will be at war before dawn. I can’t let that happen. I am the Alpha of the strongest pack; it is my duty to protect not only my pack, but us all.

I step closer to Isaac and look down at his convulsing form. My hands clench together at my sides. He’s been by my side since we were pups, but he’s also been Charlotte’s first. And that condemned him to the sickness taking over his body.

“Damn you, Isaac,” I whisper. “Damn you for proving those arrogant fucking elders right.”

I should leave him and solve this problem before it gets worse, but I don’t. I drag a chair to the foot of the bed, and it creeks under my weight. Isaac’s scent is changing by the minute, sour and rancid. It clogs my lungs.

“Isaac,” I call out to him again. “This isn’t you. This has something to do with her. Something she carries. It isn’t something she understands.”

His head rolls to the side, and another whisper parts his lips. “Charlotte,” he mutters before a growl consumes it.

I stand and swallow my decision like acid.

I step from the room, leaving Isaac muttering my mate’s name behind me. I close the door, running my hand down my

face.

My guards wait outside for my command. “Guard the infirmary. Double the silver.” No one in or out unless I say so. And if he breaks free…”

I shuffle awkwardly on my feet, struggling to make the words leave my lips.

“Kill him,” I rasp.

They nod, eyes wide and faces pale.

I stalk back to my office, ignoring the worried looks of the rest of my pack members. Ashley is standing outside my door, arms crossed over her chest, and tears streaming down her cheeks. I look her up and down, and the realization thumps into my chest like a hammer.

“He is your mate.”

She swallows hard, not answering me. Not that she needs to. Her face says it all.

“You will need to quarantine,” I grumble. I suspect you are nëxt.”

At my unspoken command, two guards appear in the hallway, approaching Ashley with silver cuffs in their hands.

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