Once Rejected: A Slave To My Alpha Stepbrothers

Veil. My breath hitches, and I gawk at Dr. Eliza. I wasn't expecting that question. It's been years. So long, I can't even remember. I try to respond, but the words can't seem to pour out of me. She clears her throat and arches a questioning brow at me. "I'm sorry if it's too sensitive to ask, but I pretty much want to know because this concerns your health." She draws closer, my heart beginning to gallop in my chest. "When was the last time you had an intercourse with a proper um...orgasm?" Last night, that's the first answer that comes to my mind, but I very much know that what happened last night wasn't sex. Whatever Quin did to me last night was far from intercourse. It's shameful to admit that I haven't indulged in any sexual activity despite how much my nature as a wolf demands it. Just like water, sex is life. It keeps us together as well as our wolves. It boosts our strength. My silence is enough to answer the doctor. Her face falls, and with a sigh, she looks through the clipboard again, probably checking out my results. "What does it say, doc?" My voice comes out in a croak. I doubt she heard me. However, she peers up at me and reveals. "I'm afraid, Veil, but you're developing Malignant Rutlock..." I don't know what that means, but the weight of it shows it's a severe...disease. "Can you...explain?" "Rutlock disease spreads quickly like...cancer, which is common among humans. But to us werewolves, Rutlock causes distortion in heart rhythm, damages the reproductive system, affects your nerves and blood flow..." she lowers her voice, adding. "And kills the development of a wolf which is currently happening to you, Veil. Your wolf is being suppressed by the Rutlock disease..." Hearing her say that, my eyes widen like saucers. My wolf? That is impossible. I lost Lyra, my wolf, the day Ryder marked someone else and rejected me. "From the test result, it shows your wolf is still new, so I'm guessing you're a late bloomer?" "You're kidding, right, doc?" I sputter, hyperventilating. "I'm sorry, what?" "I don't have a wolf anymore...I mean it...died." She gasps, checking the record again, and then looks back at me. "Did you suffer a rejection?" She asks. I nod meekly, and a sympathetic look crosses her eyes. "This is strange. The results show...you have another wolf growing inside of you." I stall, feeling the rush of blood through my veins. Now, it makes sense. That voice calling out to me while I was in the toilet wasn't just any voice. It was another wolf rising inside me. This has never happened before. One person with two wolves. Is that a good thing? "What does that make me, doc?" She shakes her head, "I don't know yet, but...I'll have to research it. But whatever it is, you should know it's at risk. The disease is spreading so fast. Something has to be done." I bite my lip, looking away. "What's the best cure?" I voice out, and her next response sends my heart racing. "Sexual intimacy. You'd need it constantly for the...better part of a year." I snap my head up at her, shaking visibly. "I don't have a mate anymore...there's no way I can..." "I'm certain some unmated pack males will be willing to help?" That suggestion twists my belly. It's not going to work. Yes, the majority of unmated people do that, but given my situation in the pack as a traitor, which everyone thinks I am, no one would want to get involved with me. Suddenly, thoughts about Quin come to my mind. He's your only option now. You just need to... No! I snap at the voice in my head, hating the idea of it. There's no way I'm going to let him touch me again. If Quin happens to be the last option I have, then I'd rather die than have him touch me. It doesn't matter if he spared my life. Doctor Eliza seems to notice the battle raging in my mind. "Well, there are other options left, Veil." She adjusts her glasses. "There's a medicine called Lunar Aegis, which helps to suppress the effects of the Rutlock disease. It hinders it from spreading fast, but the only problem is that it's very expensive, and only the alpha king of the realm can authorize it for aging werewolves who don't have the stamina it takes to indulge in sexual activities." Oh, that's... bizarre. It already sounds out of reach. Reaching the alpha king for the medicine will be difficult. Only the council members of the packs in the werewolf league can contact the alpha king. "Well. It's...definitely not going to work." Doctor Eliza nods. "That's why getting a male to do that for you is the best option. Ever heard of the Elite party?" She continues in my silence. "It's held in Yellow River Pack every first Sunday of a new month. People go there to find their mates or a sex partner, so you might as well take your chance." "Thank you, doc." She scribbles something on the clipboard. "With that said, you're not to undertake hard tasks that'll increase your heart rate, such as running and whatnot. Eat healthy meals and occasionally...masturbate. It'll help. Any day you start seeing blood coming out of your nose, just bear it in mind the disease has reached its limit." I force a smile and nod, mentally dreading her last statement. "The nurses will be here soon to discharge you, Ms. Veil. Thanks for your cooperation." She takes her leave right after, and as the door closes, I drop my head back onto the pillow, eyes on the ceiling as I wonder what exactly to do now. Quin, the voice chimes in again. He'll do it. You have to go to him. I turn on the bed, restless. Between developing a new wolf and having the worst disease a wolf will ever have, I feel so stuck. A couple of minutes later, a nurse comes into the ward and checks my vitals one last time before discharging me. It's the peak of the night, and the streets are empty as I trudge my way back to the pack house. Only the guards patrolling the pack house perimeters are awake. They don't so much as look my way, which is good. The melodic sound of water rushing out of the huge fountain in the center of the compound calms my frayed nerves as I clamber the cobblestone steps and into the silent house. I walk into the kitchen, open the fridge, and see leftovers of pancakes. I grab them and devour, taking a sip of cold water before walking up the steps to my bedroom. Every move I make feels so agonizing, my nether parts aching, the walls around my heart closing in on itself. I bite hard on my lip at the struggle until I reach the landing, heading to my old bedroom. With three long strides down the hallway, I hear it, a deep moan of pleasure coming from the door on the other side of the hallway. "Ahhh. Yes, fuck...so...good..." Curiosity pushes my legs to move in the other direction. My throat tightens as I pause before the door, which is thankfully ajar. Taking a sneak peek, my heart drops to my toes. Tbc.