Chapter 3
1028 Words
Kira
As the treatments continued, I spent more time in Ashford archives than expected.
What was I doing there? I don't know, I guess curiosity had led me down that part of maybe it was just my way of avoiding Declan.
I wanted to avoid triggering my mate bond by all means. So I guessed staying away from the parameters between us would help.
It didn't, the reduced proximity only distracted me for the time difference that it could.
While in their archives I noticed something that was quite interesting. Apparently the resets here had done their possible best to find a cure for Declan but failed.
I guess that was what made me special after all. It tickled me a bit by the thought of it.
The thought that I had studied and done my research so well, I had come up with a groundbreaking solution.
As I carried out my tests I found out that the Silverblood did not behave like a natural disease. Which was what simply made it the terror it was.
I had noticed that its aggression made no sense without pressure. I followed data trails that others avoided. I dug into restricted research logs tied to Alpha bloodlines.
Because I wondered why my cure had so many peculiarities in curing Declan. Also why it took longer.
Then it struck, like a shovel hitting a gold mine.
"Oh my goodness. What is this?"
I exclaimed with shock. This revelation was one that I couldn't believe was real.
What I found changed everything. As it was that the Silverblood was accelerated. Not by accident. But by ritual suppression used to control blood purity.
"It all makes sense now"
I said.
"What makes sense?"
A voice by the corner of the room questioned. I starlted as I turned to see who it was.
"Declan"
I said with disbelief because what was he doing here? I didn't even know he was that strong.
"You don't seem happy to see me?"
His weak hollow voice called at me.
"That's not it, I'm just-"
"Surprised to see me standing and...walking"
He managed to say as he coughed. I rushed and grabbed a chair for him to sit.
Just then the mate bond woke up again.
"You shouldn't be here, you should be resting"
I said cautiously
"I'm still the Alpha. I can't let a disease strip me of my power"
I found that comical because he had no power.
"Still, bed rest is required"
I said as I tried to walk away but he held my hand, enlightening a spark inside of me.
My wolf cried, wickedly. The heat had risen. Quickly I let go of his hand and face my work.
"I have to return back to work. Your case seems a little different from what my cure is used for; it's almost as if the Silverblood has mutated and passed just lab experiments to something different. Your genes are accommodating it differently"
He looked at me tiredly and I could feel my wolf crying. She wanted him alot more than I did. In fact I didn't want him at all, or did I?
"I have something to say. Something that has been passed down to us. From the bloodlines of Alpha's to another."
"I'm listening"
My interest was spiked as he cleared his throat and gathered physical strength for his speech.
It must have felt good, watching the man who had thought I was weak and would ruin him struggle. Now who was the weak one? But it didn't, my wolf wouldn't let me enjoy these little feats without growing attached.
"Early Alphas weakened hybrids and diluted bloodlines intentionally to protect dominance. They thought they were preserving power. But little did they know that they were poisoning themselves.
The stabilizing factor missing from pureblood wolves is hybrid blood. Your blood. The blood they rejected. Blood they erased."
I couldn't believe what Declan had just said.
So he knew all along. I suspected that Declan’s family was involved. Not directly at first. But knowingly.
I suspected that someone had buried the results. So that they could allow the practice to continue.
Declan knew parts of this history. But he did nothing to stop it. Now it had affected him in a way that required my indulgence.
The anger that had risen in me was sharp and agitated. It didn't explode. It settled into resolve. Obviously a solution was needed. The last thing I wanted was to give up even though it would be easier to manage my emotions that way.
I had to focus on curating a cure with my blood. Hybrid blood, a blood he had rejected
Every treatment I gave now was weighed against the truth. Every decision carried more meaning than I thought or imagined.
Declan worsens. His wolf fights the cure. His body resists change because dominance had always been forced into one shape.
This worried me because how am I expected to help if he is not responsive.
But I noticed bigger problems as the pack sensed his instability and they reacted with fear.
Control tightened. Rules were enforced harder. That only speeds decay. I watch a system eat itself.
It's almost as if it's close to the end for Declan as things are helplessly falling apart for him.
What shocked me is that in the midst of all of this. The mate bond reacted but differently now. It no longer demanded closeness. It asked for some much more.
I didn't answer it. I wait. The council pushed for early release of the cure. They wanted numbers saved, not lives stabilized.
They were willing to risk deaths for speed.
I refused vehemently.
I knew what unfinished treatment could do. I knew it would kill Alphas like Declan. I also knew what truth costs.
Ashford territory stood on the edge of collapse. Leadership was questioned openly.
A rival Alpha prepared to challenge control during a conclave meant to hide weakness.
Declan was running out of time.
And so is the lie that built his power.
Seeing all of this crumble I decided that now was the time to put my experiment to test.
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