Mated by Contract to the Alpha Chapter 150

Rebecca's POV

As we walked toward the parking area, I could feel the tense atmosphere beginning to ease. The funeral had gone more smoothly than expected, despite Ronald's obvious hostility. Dominic seemed pleased with my performance, his pride flowing through our bond.

"You did well," he told me quietly, his hand on my back. "Your behavior today is very much in line with the image of a future Luna."

I was about to respond when my phone suddenly vibrated. I quickly pulled it out, my heart dropping as I read the alert.

"What is it?" Dominic immediately asked, his body tensing.

"It's the security system at home," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Someone is trying to override our security codes."

Dominic's expression darkened as he pulled out his own phone, quickly contacting Marcus: "Increase protection for Lucas immediately. Someone's trying to breach the villa's security system."

The thought of someone threatening our baby sent a wave of protective fury through me. I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm and focused as Dominic had taught me.

"Where's Raymond?" Dominic suddenly asked, scanning the parking lot with narrowed eyes.

I looked around, then pointed toward the distance. "Isn't that our car? But I don't see Raymond."

We moved quickly toward the vehicle, and as we approached, I saw Raymond lying motionless on the ground beside it. There was a pool of blood forming around his head, his face deathly pale.

"Raymond!" Dominic dropped to his knees, carefully checking his condition. "He's been attacked—blunt force trauma to the head." He gently turned Raymond's head, revealing a deep gash that was still bleeding profusely. "This was done recently, he's still bleeding."

The metallic scent of blood hit my senses, making my stomach turn. I crouched down to check Raymond's phone, which had fallen a few feet away, finding a map of the parking lot displayed on the screen, with all important werewolf vehicles marked.

"What does this mean?" I asked, my throat tightening with anxiety as I handed the phone to Dominic.

"This is a coordinated action targeting the Silver Moon Shadow Pack," Dominic replied, his voice tense as he quickly used his handkerchief to apply pressure to Raymond's wound. He immediately sent a warning to his father through their mind link.

Suddenly, I caught an unfamiliar scent. "Someone's coming," I whispered, my enhanced senses picking up something distinctive. "I can smell silver."

Three figures disguised as security personnel approached us from different directions, their movements precise and threatening. I could tell these weren't regular guards—something in their posture and the way they scanned the area spoke of combat training.

"When I say run, you run," Dominic told me through our mind link.

But I wasn't about to leave him facing three attackers alone, especially with Raymond bleeding and vulnerable. "I'm not leaving you, Dominic. We fight together."

I shifted my body into the defensive stance Emily had taught me during our training sessions, feeling my wolf awakening within me. The first attacker suddenly lunged forward, a silver-gleaming dagger aimed straight at Dominic's chest. Before Dominic could react, I moved instinctively, my body memory taking over. I quickly sidestepped, grabbed the attacker's wrist, and used his own momentum to trip him, following with a precise chop to the nerve point in his neck. He went down, his weapon clattering to the ground.

Dominic gave me a surprised look but immediately turned to face the second attacker. His movements were lightning-fast as he grabbed the man's throat, lifting him off the ground.

"Who sent you?" Dominic growled, his voice filled with Alpha power and command.

The attacker struggled, fear flashing in his eyes, but refused to speak. Suddenly, I caught a glint of reflection from the corner of my eye—the third attacker was throwing something at me.

"Dominic, watch out!" I barely called out when Dominic had already moved with incredible speed, positioning his body between me and the incoming weapon. A silver throwing knife struck his arm, causing a hissing burn and a pained growl from Dominic.

Seeing him injured, something snapped inside me. A rage and protectiveness I'd never felt before swept through my body. I felt my nails lengthening into sharp claws, my teeth becoming pointed as I lunged at the third attacker with a speed that surprised even me.

I tackled him to the ground with a flying leap, my claws digging into his shoulders, eliciting a scream. "Who sent you?" I growled, my voice no longer my own but a feral snarl.

Fear filled the attacker's eyes as he stammered, "We're just paid to do this... nobody told us we'd face... face a Gained One..."

Dominic contacted the Delta team through his earpiece: "Protect the wolf pack. Don't let anyone get hurt."

Dominic's expression became even more serious. "This means someone is using Elizabeth's funeral as cover, possibly trying to instigate conflict between packs."

He quickly made a decision, handing me his family ring. "Take Raymond to the hospital, protect yourself and the ring. I'll find father and mother."

Seeing I was about to protest, he added, "Lucas needs at least one parent with him. I'll return to you both as soon as I can, but right now I must evacuate everyone first. Raymond needs immediate medical attention—head wounds are serious even for werewolves."

I nodded reluctantly, knowing he was right. I took the ring, clutching it tightly. Dominic bent down to pick up one of the attackers' earpieces and ID tags, preparing to disguise himself to infiltrate back and protect the other leaders.

"Be careful," I said softly, my heart full of concern for his safety.

Dominic gently touched my cheek. "You too. Remember your training, stay alert. I'll keep in touch through our bond."

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My hands gripped the steering wheel of Dominic's Maybach with white-knuckle intensity as I navigated through traffic. In the rearview mirror, Raymond's unconscious form lay across the back seat, his breathing shallow, blood still seeping from the head wound despite my makeshift compression bandage.

I pressed a button on the steering wheel, activating the car's secure communication system. "Dr. Winters, this is Rebecca. Raymond's been attacked—blunt force trauma to the head. He's unconscious and losing blood. We'll be at Silvercrest in ten minutes. Please prepare for immediate surgery."

"I'll have a team ready at the emergency entrance," Dr. Winters replied, her voice calm but urgent. "What's his current condition?"

"Breathing is shallow but steady. Pulse is weak." I swallowed hard, the metallic scent of blood filling the car. "The bleeding has slowed but hasn't stopped. He hasn't regained consciousness since the attack."

As I maneuvered through traffic, cutting across lanes with a precision I didn't know I possessed, my mind raced.

"This isn't a coincidence," I whispered to myself, pressing harder on the accelerator as the light turned yellow. "Someone is systematically attacking us."

A car honked as I cut in front of it, but I barely registered the sound. My focus narrowed to a laser point: get Raymond to the hospital, then ensure Lucas was safe. I caught a glimpse of my eyes in the rearview mirror and nearly swerved in shock. They were no longer their usual gray-green but had taken on an amber-gold hue, my wolf responding to the threat against my pack.

The hospital came into view, and I felt a momentary relief. I reached out through our bond, trying to connect with Dominic. "Please be safe. I love you."

I couldn't tell if he received my message. The connection felt strained, distant—as if something was interfering. The thought sent a fresh wave of anxiety through me.

"Hold on, Raymond," I said to the unconscious Delta in my backseat. "We're almost there."

The emergency entrance of Silvercrest Medical Center was a flurry of controlled activity as I screeched to a halt at the curb. Dr. Winters herself stood at the head of a trauma team, rushing forward as I exited the car.

"He's in the back," I said, moving quickly to open the rear door.

Two male nurses gently extracted Raymond from the vehicle, transferring him to a waiting gurney. Dr. Winters immediately began her assessment, her experienced hands moving with practiced efficiency.

"Significant cranial trauma," she muttered, shining a penlight into Raymond's unresponsive eyes. "Possible fracture at the occipital region. Get him to CT immediately, priority on the head scan. I want to rule out intracranial bleeding."

The team moved with coordinated precision, wheeling Raymond into the building.

Just before the doors closed behind them, Dr. Winters turned to me. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, took in my disheveled appearance and the blood staining my clothes.

"Ms. Brown, do you need medical attention as well?" she asked, her gaze lingering on my hands, which were still smeared with Raymond's blood.

I shook my head. "I'm fine, but our pack is under attack. I need to get back to protect Lucas."