The Mate He Hates

Alpha Edward’s POV

A sudden pain struck my chest, causing me to exclaim, which caught Aunt’s attention.

“Are you okay?” she asked worriedly as she moved closer to me, but I couldn’t respond. Instead, I closed my eyes as the pain continued to linger.

“Should we send for a healer?” Aunt asked again, but I still didn’t respond. With my eyes closed, I thought of Amanda, and an uncomfortable, strange feeling hit me.

“Edward, are you okay?” Aunt kept asking, but I didn’t respond until I heard heavy footsteps approaching the sitting room. When I opened my eyes, I saw some guards, looking worried.

“Alpha, an accident has happened,” a guard announced, and my eyes widened.

“Amanda!” My breath hitched in my chest.

“The car got into an accident, Alpha. It’s serious, but they’ve been rushed to the hospital,” the guard added, and fear gripped me even more.

“No, no, take me to the hospital,” I ordered, fear and panic consuming my entire being.

The guards wheeled me out of the sitting room and helped me into the car, while Aunt sat beside me before the car moved.

“Matthew, where are you?” I called out through the mind link and instantly got a response.

“I’m at the hospital,” Matthew responded, his voice filled with worry, which made me even more scared.

“How is Amanda? How is she?” I asked, filled with worry.

“They’re in the theater, and the healers are there too,” Matthew responded, his voice breaking as if he were about to cry.

“I’m on my way,” I muttered before ending the call. Just then, we passed through the accident scene, and my breath caught in my throat at the sight of one of my cars-the one Amanda and Levi were in. The car looked so damaged. The vehicle was barely recognizable, its metal twisted and crushed, and I couldn’t help but imagine the worst. The image of Amanda, broken and bleeding, flashed in my mind, and I clenched my fists, trying to suppress the rising panic.

“Amanda, please be okay,” I whispered, my voice trembling with fear. The thought of losing her-after everything-was unbearable. I hadn’t been the best to her, far from it, but the idea of her not being here, not being alive… it was suffocating.

Aunt Victoria reached out and placed a comforting hand on mine. “Edward, she’s strong. She’ll pull through,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of hope and concern, but I could see the fear in her eyes too.

The car sped through the streets, the siren blaring as we approached the hospital. My heart pounded with every passing second, the uncertainty gnawing at me. The moment the car came to a stop, I was already trying to get out, but my legs betrayed me, weak and unsteady.

“Careful, Edward,” Aunt urged as the guards helped me into the wheelchair.

We rushed into the hospital, the sterile smell of antiseptic hitting me like a punch. My eyes darted around frantically until I spotted Matthew pacing in the corridor, his face pale with worry. The moment he saw me, he hurried over, his eyes red-rimmed.

“Matthew, tell me, how is she?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking louder would make my fears come true.

He swallowed hard, struggling to maintain his composure. “She’s still in surgery… both Amanda and Levi. The healers are doing everything they can. But…” His voice cracked, and he looked away, blinking back tears.

“But what, Matthew? Tell me!” I demanded, gripping the arms of the wheelchair so tightly that my knuckles turned white.

“The injuries… they’re severe, Edward. They’re fighting, but it’s… it’s bad.” His voice broke completely, and he turned away, unable to face me.

I felt the world spinning around me, my vision blurring as a cold numbness settled into my bones. The thought of Amanda, lying on an operating table, her life hanging by a thread, was too much. I felt utterly powerless, trapped in this broken body, unable to do anything but wait.

“Take me to them,” I managed to choke out, the desperation in my voice evident.

Matthew nodded, wiping his eyes as he led the way. Aunt Victoria stayed close, her hand on my shoulder, offering silent support as we approached the operating room.

Through the small window in the door, I could see the healers and doctors working frantically, their faces grim. I stared at the scene, my heart aching in a way I had never experienced before.

I should have been there. I should have protected her. If anything happens to Amanda because of me…

“Please, don’t take her away from me,” I whispered to no one in particular, feeling more vulnerable than I ever had in my entire life. The realization hit me like a freight train-I couldn’t lose her. Not now, not ever.

And at that moment, I realized just how much she truly meant to me.

Minutes later, the doctor stepped into the hallway, his expression somber and tense. The sight of his white coat made my heart plummet even further. My gaze locked onto him, searching for any glimmer of hope in his eyes, but all I found was a burdened man about to deliver news I wasn’t sure I could bear.

“Alpha Edward,” he began, his voice steady but filled with the weight of the situation. “Levi and the driver are out of danger. Their wolves’ healing abilities have done a remarkable job in stabilizing their conditions. They should recover with time and care.”

Relief washed over me briefly, but it was fleeting. My mind immediately shifted back to Amanda, my throat tightening as I waited for him to continue.

“What about Amanda?” I forced the words out, even though I dreaded the answer.

The doctor’s expression grew even more serious, and he took a deep breath before speaking. “Amanda’s situation is… critical. She’s sustained severe injuries, and despite our best efforts, her heart… it’s been significantly damaged.”

My chest tightened with a mixture of fear and disbelief. “What are you saying?” I managed to ask, my voice trembling.

He looked at me with compassion, but his words were like a knife to my soul. “Alpha, Amanda’s heart has suffered irreversible damage. If we don’t act quickly, she… she won’t survive. She needs a heart transplant within the next 24 hours.”

The world around me seemed to collapse in on itself. The sterile walls of the hospital, the distant sound of machines beeping, the muted voices of the staff-all of it faded away as the gravity of the situation hit me.

“A heart transplant?” I echoed, almost in disbelief. “How… how can we find a donor in time?”

“We’re already searching through the registry, but a suitable match is difficult to find on such short notice,” the doctor explained, his tone filled with urgency. “We’re doing everything we can, but time is running out.”

Aunt Victoria gasped softly beside me, her hand gripping my shoulder tighter. I could feel her fear, her worry, but all I could think about was Amanda. My Amanda, fighting for her life, and I couldn’t do anything to help her.

“There has to be something-anything-” I started, desperation clawing at me. “She can’t… she can’t die.”

“Twenty-four hours? This is…” Matthew choked on his tears.

“We have less than that,” the doctor responded in a low voice. “The healers’ abilities are what’s keeping her alive, Alpha. Once they stop, Amanda’s heart will stop working.”

The doctor’s words buzzed in my mind, and I shook my head, not wanting to accept it. I can’t let Amanda die. She’s gone through so much, and she can’t die after all that. She needs to live-not just for herself, but for our son. She deserves to live, and I will do everything to make that happen.

“Test me, Doctor. I believe my heart can match,” I blurted out, seeing the stunned look on everyone’s faces.

“No… Alpha…” the doctor shook his head and took a step back, not wanting to agree with my request.

I frowned. “I’m not asking you. I’m commanding you as your Alpha.”