The Lycan King's Pregnant Healer

Chapter 1 Sage’s POV “Heal it.” That was all he ever said. No greeting or show of concern No acknowledgment that I was more than the hands he bled onto. Cyrus stood in the doorway of my room, my cage, with blood soaking through his shirt and dripping onto the floor like I was nothing more than another place to stain. His eyes were dark, impatient, already demanding obedience. I swallowed the ache in my chest and nodded. “Yes, Alpha.” I moved toward him without hesitation, even though my body screamed for rest. My palms began to glow the moment I touched his skin, the familiar warmth spreading as the wound sealed beneath my hands. His breath steadied as the curse loosened its grip on him. Mine weakened. Healing always took something from me. Every time I closed a wound, something inside me drained—strength, breath, sometimes even hope. But I had learned not to complain. I was his mate. Or at least… fate said I was. He stepped back the moment the bleeding stopped, already turning away. No thank you or even a glance back. The door shut behind him, leaving silence and exhaustion in its wake. I sank onto the edge of my bed, staring at my trembling hands. I used to think healing made me special. Like the moon itself had pressed a blessing into my palms the night I was born, marking me as something rare. I grew up believing every glow was proof I belonged somewhere in this world. That every breath I lost after healing someone was a fair sacrifice. But time taught me differently. With every bruise I mended and every bone I healed, I learned the truth. Being useful didn’t mean being valued. Sometimes it only meant people kept you alive because they had too much to lose if you disappeared. And sometimes… that person was your mate. The man fate tied me to. The Alpha who should have loved me. But to Cyrus, I wasn’t a mate. I was a tool. I had spent years waiting for the day he would finally look at me and see more than the healer he summoned when his demons clawed too loudly inside him. Waiting for him to say my name instead of barking commands. He never did. I was warned to stay in the shadows. At first, I believed it was protection. But slowly, painfully, I realized the truth. He wasn’t hiding me to keep me safe. He was hiding me because I embarrassed him. He never announced our bond. Never stood beside me before the pack. I existed only when he was wounded, cursed, or breaking. And every time the bond softened my heart, every time instinct whispered loyalty into my blood, I obeyed. Because that was what mates were meant to do. Or so I believed. --- Later that evening, I stood on the balcony overlooking the pack grounds. Below, Cyrus strode toward the gates, his steps sharp and purposeful. “I’m heading out,” he said to his beta, Conrad. “I’m meeting someone tonight.” Conrad smirked. “Your new girl?” “Yeah.” The word struck me like a slap. New girl? I stepped back before he could see me. Two days passed before I saw him again. “The Alpha is back!” Conrad called. Hope stirred, fragile and foolish. This took me another round of waiting. I waited for minutes, hours… I became restless and very worried. What if he got injured while away and didn’t even have the strength to call on me? Besides, I never got to see him, I only heard that he was back. I should check on him. I hurriedly made my way out of the room without even thinking twice. Soon enough, I was at his door. A sharp pain pierced through my heart even before I could open the door. Could he really be hurt? Is that why I’m feeling that pain? “It hurts so much!” I whimpered. I was so drunk in my pain that I didn’t hear those sounds until I pushed the door open. Everything in front of me instantly became blurry. “Cyrus?” The world shattered. My mate had another woman in his bed and they were… “Who asked you to come here?” He barked, covering himself up immediately. “Are you for real right now?” I shook my head at him with pain in my eyes. “Get out before I lose it!” Speaking of losing it, something inside of me snapped. “I spent my years, my life… giving my all to you, and how do you repay me?” “You’re so unbelievable.” I hissed. He put his pants back on and approached me with force and a kind of anger in his eyes I had never seen before. I should have run, but somehow I couldn’t find myself moving. His hand gripped my neck so hard and I was struggling to breathe. He didn’t even care that I was gasping for air, he just wanted to unleash his anger. The lady behind him sat like this was some kind of amusing show. She didn’t even do anything to plead my case. In fact, she looked proud of him. It was the air in my lungs that kept me from giving up, and I didn’t know how long that was going to keep me. I struggled, I kicked, I begged… All to no avail. “Cyrus, what’s going on in there?” At the sound of his mom’s voice, he let go of me. I dropped to the ground, gasping for air. His mom looked at me with pure disgust, “You?” “I got this, you can leave.” He dismissed his mother. Without another word, I hurried out of the room too. Desperate to save myself from the monster, I called my husband, my mate. He would really go that far to kill me for another woman. “How worthless am I to him?” I thought. My stomach churned and my heart ached in pain Is this really how I’m going to spend the rest of my life? Goddess, you tell me…