Mated & Blooded, A Blood Ties Novel, Book 1

by Kalalea George

  Mated & Blooded

  A Blood Ties Novel

  Book 1

  by Kalalea George

  Copyright K. George 2013

  Published at Smashwords

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  I would like to thank my Wattpad fans for helping me to finish this book. Without their input and comments I might never have finished my first book. Thanks to all of you and especially my husband Michael George and my children Heather, Katy, Tara and Jayden

  Chapter 1

  "Ugg," I felt the covers being ripped off me. It was the first day of my senior year of high school, and Mom was still waking me up by pulling off my covers and tickling me.

  "Mom, come on. Stop tickling. I’m awake," I said in a sleepy voice.

  "Good thing, cause I was just going to start tickling your tummy, if you didn’t wake up soon."

  My mother made a habit of making sure to have a lot of physical contact with me. She loved to tickle, hug and give me kisses all the time.

  Mom stepped out of the room and I groaned as I got myself out of bed. I wish I could be as happy as my mom. Mom was always so happy; she never wasted a moment or took anything for granted. She always said

  "Baby, life is what you make it. You can choose to be happy or sad. I choose happy."

  I could never really understand how my mom could be so dang happy. She lost her mate when she was pregnant with me, and had to raise me as a single mother, shunned from the rest of the pack. If not for the vampire blood, she was injected with after the death of my father, we would both be dead. Then again, me being dead would be okay with me, since I am a freak and there is no one else like me. I am a werewolf-vampire hybrid.

  I am lonely and alone. I am seventeen years old and have never had a friend, not one. In fact, aside from my mother, I have never had anyone voluntarily touch me, which was really hard given my werewolf side. That side of me wanted to be touched all the time. My wolf is a pack animal, she wants to be wanted and touched. As a pack animal, she only wants what the rest of them want, to be included and loved. That, however, is never going to happen for her. The wolves in our pack really dislike me. Sometimes they abuse me, and most of them refer to me a blood sucking bitch.

  The vampire side of me doesn’t mind being alone. It’s a bit more comfortable without others being around all the time. But even that side of me gets lonely. I remember when I was in middle school, I tried to befriend a few of the vamps, and it didn’t work out. They didn’t like me anymore than my pack did. In fact, I think more than a few actually came to hate me. When I pass them in school now, they call me a dog and say I stink.

  Strange though, because when I look in the mirror, I think I am a very attractive female. I believe, if not for the vampire blood I carry within me, I would have been a very popular she-wolf. I have beautiful, shoulder length, curly, red hair. I have a powerhouse body- five foot seven and one hundred and thirty pounds. I am athletically built with curves in all the right places. Despite being physically attractive, I have never been invited or gone to a party, school dance or on a date. Chances are, aside from my mom I will never have anyone ever touch me. Even doctors avoid flesh to flesh contact with me.

  Sometimes when Mom finds me crying alone at night, she tells me I will find my mate or possibly even my blooded. A mate is a werewolf’s soul mate. All werewolves have a soul mate; it is the other side of your wolf. The wolves call to each other across great distances so that they can be rejoined to the other half of their soul. Your mate completes you. I’m afraid my mate, if I have one, will reject me. He too will probably not be ‘okay’ with my vampire side. Sometimes, when I tell mom my mate isn’t going to want me, she rubs the back of my head and says,

  "Well, who knows, maybe you will be a vampire’s blooded." A blooded is a vampire’s equivalent of a werewolf’s mate. Chances are though, I have neither. I would have been born a normal she-wolf, if my father hadn’t been killed by wolves while my mom was still pregnant. He died in her seventh month. Since most mated couples die within months of each other, the pack doctor decided to experiment on my mom.

  She had collapse and gone into a coma the moment my father was killed. She’d been taken to the pack hospital to be kept and cared for until her soul passed on. The doctor there, had decided to give her daily injections of vampire blood to see if he could keep her alive long enough to give birth to me. It worked better than he could ever expect. My mother regained consciousness two weeks after my father passed, and instead of withering and dying she got stronger and healthier every day.

  I was born two months later as a full term healthy pup, a miracle they said. Before my mother not a single known she-wolf had survived and mothered a pup after her mate had died. The doctor was being heralded as a genius!

  Then, things started to go wrong. I didn’t react like a normal pup. I developed sensitivity to sunlight. I would welt up if left in the sun for more than ten to fifteen minutes. I couldn’t keep enough food down and I wasn’t gaining weight. My mom and the doctors tried everything. My fangs emerged just fourteen days after birth, instead of nursing like a normal pup I had struck at my mother’s breast with my fangs and had drank her blood. It was then they discovered their error.

  By treating my mother with Vampire blood while I was still in the womb they had created a monster. I was part vampire and required fresh blood on a regular basis to survive. In addition to my fangs, sensitivity to light, and need for blood, I eventually also grew the elongated ears of the vampires. In fact, if not for my beating heart and warm blood, one could say I visually looked more like a vampire than my full blooded werewolf parents.

  Mom didn’t care. She too was somehow changed by the vampire blood. She didn’t need blood to survive, but she also needed very little food, and always found the good side of everything. Oh, well… Time to shower and go get the education my mom insists I have.

  I was pushed twice, had my books knocked out of my hand, and I swear that dick put his foot out on purpose so I fell down the stairs, and I have only been in school for an hour. This is not going to be a good day.

  I know they hate me but do they need to torture me? Maybe mom would let me switch to night school for my senior year. I know from experience the humans and vamps don’t like me any better but at least they keep to themselves. I just don’t think I am going to be able to take much more of this being pushed around. In fact, the next time it happens I might just snap!

  Just as I had that thought, I could hear two males wolves behind me making nasty comments about my smell and my ears.

  "Do you think it is that freak hybrid?" one of them said,

  "Must be" said the other.

  They continued to talk nasty about me. Knowing full well I could hear every comment they made. Suddenly, shouts erupted behind me and some started shouting freak I sensed it before I felt the shove, but there wasn’t going to be enough time; I was going down another flight of stairs face first.

  It happened too quickly for me to even protect myself. More than one set of strong hands shoved me from behind. I felt myself being propelled into the air, and struck my head on the wall before collapsing onto the stairwell. No one stopped. They stepped on me or over me and just continued to head to their next class.

  Most of them snickered and made com
ments as they stepped. Then something changed. I felt an electric pulse thickening in the air. Suddenly in front of my eyes was the most gorgeous male I had ever seen. He must be new I thought to myself. If I had ever seen him before I would know it.

  He had the most beautiful bright blue eyes, his dark brown hair was cropped short and he had an amazing smile. I watched as he reached his hand out towards me. In that moment I realized he was actually going to touch me. He must not know what I am. Just before he made contact with my hand, I found my voice and screeched

  "Don’t touch me, don’t you know who... I mean what I am?"

  I didn’t want to ruin his chances of being fully accepted into the pack. Touching me, hell just talking to me was going to make things harder on him then they needed to be. He looked at me with his head tilted slightly to the side. Grinned even wider

  "My mate." he said, simply and lifted me into his arms.

  Chapter 2

  (Lucas POV)

  I smelled my mate. I knew it had to be her. The smell was the most wonderful thing I had ever smelt in my life. It was a combination of tangerines and fresh lilies. I would never have believed that anyone could smell that good. I looked to my left and right but couldn’t pinpoint where the smell was coming from.

  I heard a commotion ahead of me and decided to figure out what the pack was so excited about. That’s when I saw her. Lying in stairwell her neck twisted in a strange angle. Her head was bleeding, and it was clear that her arm and possibly her left leg were broken. My pack members were taunting her and stepping roughly on her as they passed. I felt my wolf emerge and bellow in rage.

  That is my mate down there. How dare they hurt her? How dare they mock her pain? I growled in anger. The hall cleared immediately. They had to obey I am their future alpha and they know it. Today might be the first time I joined them in the public school, but they all knew with one glance exactly who I am.

  I rushed to her side intent of lifting her and taking her to the pack doctor. She opened her eyes and looked at me. Suddenly her pert lips parted and she whispered,

  "Don’t touch me, don’t you know who... I mean what I am?"

  I would have been unable to understand what she said if not for my excellent hearing. Of course I know who she is. I tilted my head and smiled at her. I could tell she was losing consciousness.

  "My mate." I said and lifted her into my arms just as she passed out.

  I carried her down the hallway towards the school nurse. I could tell my beautiful mates injuries were too severe for a simple nurse to heal, but I figured she could call the pack doctor and he could come here to treat my mate.

  I felt her warm blood dripping down my arm as I carried her through the hall. She seems to be healing slower than the average she-wolf. I reached down to push the hair from her face and that’s when I spotted her ears; Vampire ears.

  I stumbled and stopped moving. I stared down at my mate. It’s her, I thought. The hybrid I am mated to the hybrid. This is Kalli Brooks the vampire-werewolf freak hybrid and she is my mate. The future alpha of the largest pack in North America is mated to the hybrid.

  The fates really screwed up with this one. No, my wolf thought. There is no screw up. She is our other half. She completes us. She is our mate. He’s right, I thought. I agree with him. Kalli is perfect and she is mine, my mate. I took a deep breath and continue to walk towards the nurse’s office. Mary the school nurse screeched when she saw me walking in carrying Kalli in my arms.

  "Oh my God Lucas! Put her down before she contaminates you!"

  She continued to huff and puff and swat her arms in the air like there was a swarm of bees attacking her. I could feel my anger building. How dare she talk about my mate that way! I felt a growl building deep in my chest. I could barely contain my wolf from attacking her. My body was shaking with the contained anger. No one will ever speak badly of our mate, my wolf chanted over and over. I opened my mouth and growled at her.

  "She's my Mate."

  Mary’s face froze. Her whole body stood in shock. Tears silently started flowing down her cheeks. She tilted her head and bared her neck to me. Fear emanated off of her.

  "Mary," I said,

  "Call the pack doctor, she is going to need him."

  Mary continued to stand there submissively still not moving. I raised my voice and threw in a side of alpha and shouted at her,

  "NOW, Mary, call the pack doctor."

  I guess my alpha got to her because she scurried away from us like a mouse running from a cat. I heard her lift the phone in the other room. I gently laid my mate down on the little cot, and again brushed her hair out of her face. I watched as her chest gently lifted and fell while she continued to breathe shallowly. I found myself tenderly caressing the side of her cheek.

  I could hear Mary softly talking to the pack doctor and telling him that he needed to come to the school immediately. He must have asked why and Mary simply stated that the Alpha was here and demands it. With that she hung up the phone.

  "Alpha," she called from the other room.

  "Yes, Mary?" I answered with very little patience.

  "Alpha, may I be dismissed. I’m not feeling well myself, and the pack doctor should be here any minute."

  I could smell the fear still pouring off her, and her the anxiety in her voice. I didn’t want to scare Mary anymore that she already was so I said more softly

  "Yes, Mary you are dismissed. In the future Mary, be sure to keep any negative comments you may have about my mate to yourself."

  I heard her whisper thank you as she headed out of the office. I’m not sure how long I stood next to my unconscious mate, tenderly touching her cheek and twisting her hand in my fingers before the pack doctor arrived. I smelled him before, I heard or I saw him. I smelled fear. Good god I thought to myself is everyone in the pack in fear of my little mate? He walked in slowly with his eyes submissively looking towards the floor.

  "Heal her." I said simply to him.

  He looked over to the cot and directly at my mate.

  "Alpha?" he said questioningly.

  "You want me to heal the hybrid?"

  I felt my wolf get instantly agitated. Again my mate was being disrespected by my pack.

  "She is my mate." I shouted at him. My teeth were bared, I could feel my wolves desire to burst forth and rip out the doctors throat.

  "Heal her." I demanded with my full alpha powers behind it.

  The doctor didn’t hesitate another second before he moved forward and began to examine her. After several moments of checking her head, he moved to her arm and leg. He then turned to me. I could tell he was afraid to tell me something. He opened and closed his mouth twice before he finally stuttered out words…

  "It appears both her left arm and leg are broken. She has also received a severe blow to her head."

  I looked at him with agitation clearly visible on my face.

  "I am not medically trained doctor and even I can see that! Do something to heal her idiot."

  My patience was getting thin. My mate is suffering and no one has done anything to help. The doctor twitched and started to play with his hands. Looking down at the floor he opened and closed his mouth again.

  "Stop making fish faces and spit it out." I said to him

  "I am afraid Alpha, she will need to be fed fresh blood to heal."

  Chapter 3

  (Kalli POV)

  I wanted to open my eyes but they felt too heavy. My mouth was so dry and I could feel the hunger racing through my veins. The hunger was my need to feed on blood. That need was what kept me from being like all the other wolves. The hunger burned inside of me. It wanted blood. It needed blood. I was starving.

  I must have some pretty severe injuries I thought. Since I had fed just last night. Usually, I didn’t need to feed more than once or twice a week. I could generally get by with normal cooked food as long as every three to four days I consumed fresh blood. What I mean by fresh is straight from the vein.

  One huge
misconception by most humans and wolves is that bagged blood is the same as fresh blood. I can tell you it is not. Once blood has touched the air, it is no longer fresh and can no longer sustain me. I must drink blood straight from the vein. Blood that has just been pumped through a heart. Blood dies the second it leaves the body. Dead blood doesn’t help vampires. Dead blood makes us sick.

  Since the moment the doctor realized I needed fresh blood, my mother had taken to feeding me from her wrist every three days without fail. She never let it go longer and she always begged me to feed even if I wasn’t hungry yet.

  I have never fed from anyone but my mother and I didn’t think my mother could feed me this soon. It took her body time to regenerate between my feedings. When I was young and unable to control myself there were times when I would lose control and almost drain her dry. But as a healthy she-wolf she would always heal. She never tried to stop me from taking the blood I needed from her.

  I could feel my body searching for fresh blood. I was so hungry. I sniffed deeply, and realized I could smell wolf nearby. It was a strong wolf with strong fresh blood. It smelled so good. I could feel myself begin to salivate with the idea of drinking the unknown wolfs blood.

  I tried again to open my eyes but still couldn’t force them open. I strained to listen so that maybe I could figure out where I was, and more importantly who is the wolf so near me that smells so damn good.