Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 16

I began waking up from my fever-induced dream; confused about my whereabouts. The room was dimly lit by candle lights, and I was covered in a maroon comforter on top of a bed that began looking more familiar the more I woke up.

I felt a cold compressed washcloth over my heated forehead, the cold water dripping down my features and soothing away the hotness the fever brought me. With each breath I took, I realized how badly my chest ached; I could feel my beating heart pressing against

my chest, making each movement more painful than the last.

A man stood at the end of the bed; he was a bit shorter and hardly had any hair. But the hair he did have I noticed to be a blonde shade. He wore a white trench coat with a blue blazer underneath and black pants. He wore glasses that nearly covered the entire top of his face; in his hands was a clipboard that he appeared to be reading some notes from it to Marlon who also stood nearby.

Marlon looked concerned; his features turned down into an intensified frown.

Eventually, they both turned to me; both seeming surprised that I was awake. I had no idea how long I was asleep.

"This is Dr. Lovewitt. I called him in to look at you. You've been running a fever the last couple of days," Marlon explained.

He had a doctor come look at me? Why didn't he just let me die?

"Yeah, it turns out you're pregnant," Dr. Lovewitt said.

I couldn't have heard that correctly. I was just tested a few days ago by Oliva and she said I wasn't pregnant. She has no reason to lie about something like that, so why would she? None of this made any sense.

Looking over at Marlon the little color he had on his face was completely gone. This must have been the first time hearing of this. I wondered what they were talking about right before I woke up. The concern on Marlon's face indicated that it was something serious and the fact that Dr. Lovewitt was looking at a clipboard while speaking to him, I assumed it had to do with me.

Seeing the confusion on my face, Dr. Lovewitt continued speaking and answered my unspoken question.

"It also appears that you do have a congenital heart condition," Dr. Lovewitt explained. "With this condition, you have a max of 6 months to live. Both you and your wolf won't survive. Plus, as someone with a heart condition, childbirth alone would be fatal for you." 6 months to live? Was he serious?

"You're sure she's pregnant?" Marlon said, his voice sounding distant even though he was standing right next to me.

Dr. Lovewitt glanced at him, then back at me, and then back at him again.

"Yes sir," Dr. Lovewitt answered. "A false positive isn't likely."

(Marlon)

Marlon was refusing to believe that he impregnated this little slave. This couldn't possibly be real life. She had told him that she was spayed at the farm; had she lied to him? She must have.

His inner wolf spoke to him intensely. Though it didn't sound angry, it was riddled with worry.

What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he bring himself to be angry? Why couldn't he hate her for all that she is? Because his wolf seems to be drawn to her? Because when he sees her, he doesn't see a dirtball slave wolf, but a mate. His wolf was yearning for her and treating her like she was his mate. But it couldn't be possible. He couldn't possibly mate with a 17-year-old, black-furred wolf.

He felt disgusting just thinking about it.

He spent his life thinking that dark-furred wolves were uncleansed, uneducated, bottomless creatures. Yet Deonna didn't appear to be any of those things. She seemed to enjoy learning and she didn't seem dirty to him.

At first, he was thinking he was only feeling this attraction because of the drugs, but it's been over a month since that night, and it hasn't gone away. Even before they were drugged, during their first encounter, his wolf was drawn to her in a way he couldn't explain. He spent the last couple of days listening to her speak in her sleep. It was obvious she was dreaming about her time on the slave farm. She was telling the others in her area that they were going to see beyond the chains one day and that there was a light at the end of the dark road.

If Marlon had to be honest with himself, he admired her ambition and her strength. It was clear those qualities were what got her through the slave farm and placed in the Roessler manor.

Now here she was, bearing his child. If this child is born, he would be a crossover between a dirtball and a noble.

What would people think?

However, Dr. Lovewitt had just informed them that both Deonna and the baby won't survive more than 6 months due to her heart condition. A condition he wasn't made aware of from the beginning.

He felt a sadness tugging at his heart. His stomach felt uneasy at the thought of losing her.

"Why didn't you tell me you had a heart condition?" Marlon asked, staring directly at Deonna, and ignoring the presence of Dr. Lovewitt.

"I didn't know..." she answered.

He thought of her not being around anymore; not embracing her and feeling her body against his. He could feel his wolf-self stirring uncomfortably at the very thought.

For a moment he thought maybe if she were to die, then things could go back to normal. He could continue with his life. But a sudden jolt of pain shot through his heart where he almost tumbled over; thankfully, he was able to stifle the movement that came along with it. His wolf was angry with him.

"I need you to do whatever it takes to treat her heart condition," Marlon finally said, addressing Dr. Lovewitt.

Both Dr. Lovewitt and Deonna looked surprised at his words.

"Don't ask questions," he said; he wasn't sure which one of them he was speaking to. "Just do it."

After a brief hesitation, Dr. Lovewitt finally nodded.

"I'll do what I can," he assured Marlon.