---- Chapter45 Alpha, Blood infusion is considered one of the most rarest bond in werewolves.


    Its said that blood, is not just a liquid that sustains life, but also is a vessel of memories, pains and individuality of a person.


    When one person gives his or her blood to another, its like an exchange of not just the liquid but a part of themselves.


    Evidences in the past have proved that if we go ahead with this? There are chances you may see her dreams and she may see yours.


    You may feel what she feels...


    her thoughts may also enter your mind.


    Chloe was bbering some shits about some blood infusion side effects and I ignore her words to just nkly stare at the womanying on the bed beside me, covered in machines and tubes and wrapped in bandages.


    ---- eee Her wounds were not healing.


    And her heart rate was slowing down with every beat.


    Her face was pale almost white and she shivered every other second.


    Her body looked like it was freezing and I don''t know why but I had this urge to pull her into my arms and warm her.


    Her face...


    half of it was covered by that ugly cut and her left arm had a simr fate.


    Tt wasn''t healing...


    so it was clear.


    It will leave a scar.


    A memory of this night.


    Even if she survived.


    Before I know my fists clench thinking about that fucksr who dared to touch her in my own fucking territory.


    ---- -_ I swear when I get my hands on him? He will beg me for his death but I won''t give it to him.


    Death would be a luxury for him.


    Tts an irreversible process Alpha.


    I have to make sure you understand the repercussions if blood infu- I snap.


    Having heard enough of her bullshit.


    The only repercussion I can see, doctor.


    Is her dying if you don''t hurry up with the infusion.


    Now do you need a special invitation? She gulps looking at Sierra to nod.


    And next I know I was made toy on a bed right beside her and a tube was injected into my forearm.


    That connected my arm to hers.


    Within seconds, I see the red liquid leaving my body and entering hers.


    Arching up my head I look at her pale face, hoping for some colour to return into those dried chapped lips of hers.


    ---- eee = But this was a slow process.


    Once done I rip the irritating tube to get up.


    Chloe was busy looking at her vitals, hope shining in her eyes.


    And then just like that her wounds start closing up on their own.


    My blood was doing its job.


    But as I said, the scar remained.


    Once the skin gets damaged and time passes, no matter what we do, the scar tissue is always stronger and more resilient than the original skin.


    It is very much simr to the concept of us building stronger walls around us if someone hurts us once.


    Her pulse ising back to normal, Alpha.


    She will survive this.