Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 249

Him pov

The moment the report reaches me, my calm shatters like glass under intense pressure.

“Dominic,” the scout says, his voice trembling, his face as pale as a paper sheet. “We found him near the perimeter, passed out. He’s in bad shape.Very bad, I’ve never seen that freak like this, boss. Never.”

My grip tightens on the edge of the table, my knuckles whitening. Dominic, my wild card, my weapon, my irreplaceable asset. The very thing holding the future of my work together is out there bleeding into the dirt.

“What do you mean, ‘bad shape’?” I snap, my voice colder than the steel walls surrounding us.

“Deep wound in his side, looks infected. He’s burning up, bad fever. It’s... It’s not good, sir.”

The air around me seems to drop ten degrees. I can’t afford to lose him. Dominic isn’t just some grunt I picked up off the street; he’s the keystone of everything I’ve built. The power in his blood, the chaos in his veins - he’s the foundation for the ultimate weapon. Without him, everything I’ve worked toward crumbles into nothing.

“Bring him in. Now,” I order, already heading toward the infirmary.

The hunters scramble to obey, their boots pounding against the floor as they rush to fetch him. I stride into the medical bay, the sterile smell of antiseptic and the faint hum of machines fills the air, making me sick to my stomach. The doctors glance up as I enter, their expressions tight. They know better than to waste my time with questions.

“He’ll need immediate attention,” I say sharply, pacing the room. “Prepare the equipment. I want him stabilized the moment they bring him in. No matter what it takes, I need that man alive, even if you have to keep him on a fucking life support. Whatever it takes, you hear me, whatever it fucking takes.”

The doctors nod, moving quickly to ready the table, the monitors, and the vials of wolfsbane we keep locked away for emergencies. Unlike other monsters, Dominic is immune to that shit, it helps him, not breaks away from his life. Minutes pass like hours, the silence grating against my nerves. Then, the door bursts open, and the hunters drag Dominic in.

His body is limp, his skin pale and slick with sweat. Blood stains his side, soaking through the makeshift bandages they’ve tied around him. His face is slack, lifeless, but even now, there’s a kind of feral strength in the way his muscles twitch, like his body refuses to surrender completely.

“On the table,” I bark, stepping aside as the hunters hoist him onto the table.

The doctors swarm him, cutting away his torn clothing and hooking him up to machines. Beeps and hums fill the room, but my eyes are locked on Dominic’s face. He looks fragile. And that thought unsettles me more than I care to admit.

“Vitals are weak,” one of the doctors mutters, adjusting a monitor. “He’s running a dangerously high fever. That wound, it’s not healing the way it should.”

“Explain,” I demand, my tone sharp enough to cut.

The doctor hesitates, glancing at his colleagues before answering. “Sir, while Dominic is powerful, his body is still human. He doesn’t heal like a supernatural being. He’s strong, yes, but his roots - his origins - limit his ability to recover from injuries like this.”

Human. The word grates against me like sandpaper. It’s easy to forget sometimes, watching Dominic move, fight, and destroy with the ferocity of something otherworldly. But beneath all that power, he’s still bound by the frailties of a human body. And now, those frailties are threatening to take him from me.

I step closer to the table, watching as the doctors work to clean the wound and stabilize his vitals. Blood pools on the steel beneath him, dark and viscous, carrying with it the potential for everything I’ve built.

“Save him,” I say, my voice low but laced with steel. “I don’t care what it takes - keep him alive.”

The doctors nod, their movements frantic but precise. “We’ll need more wolfsbane,” one of them says, glancing up at me. “It’s the only way to control his temperature and stabilize his system. Without it, his body might shut down from the strain.”

“Then use it,” I snap. “Use everything you have. I’ll authorize more from the reserves if needed.”

The doctor hesitates again, his hands pausing over Dominic’s wound. “Sir, too much wolfsbane could-”

“I said use it,” I cut him off. “You don’t question me. You follow orders.”

“Yes, sir,” he mutters, returning to his work.

I cross my arms in front of my chest, watching as they inject the wolfsbane into Dominic’s IV. His body jerks slightly at the contact, a low groan escaping his lips, but his eyes remain closed.

“His blood,” I say, my voice quieter now, but no less commanding. “We’ll need to extract more once he stabilizes.”

One of the doctors glances at me, his face pale. “Sir, his condition-”

“-will improve,” I interrupt, glaring at him and daring the moron to try to argue. “And when it does, we’ll proceed. Dominic’s value isn’t just in his strength. His blood is the key. Don’t forget that.”

The room falls silent except for the steady beep of the heart monitor. I look down at Dominic, my jaw tightening. “You think you’re expendable,” I mutter, my voice low enough that no one else can hear. “You think walking away means you’re free of me. But you’re wrong.”

He’s a tool, a weapon, a means to an end. And yet, as I watch him lying there, pale and broken, something twists in my chest. I can’t lose him. Not just because of what he is, but because of what he represents. The power, the potential - the chaos he brings. It’s irreplaceable. He doesn’t get to leave, not like this, not on his goddamn terms. I call the shots here and I say he fucking lives.

The doctors work through the night, their hands move with precision as they fight to pull Dominic back from the edge. I stay in the corner, silent and still, watching every move they make. By the time the first rays of dawn seep through the windows, his vitals have stabilized, the fever has broken, and the wound is clean and bandaged.

“He’ll live,” one of the doctors says, his voice thick with exhaustion.

I nod, my gaze never leaving Dominic’s face. “Good.” As I look at him, lying there so still, a single thought echoes in my mind - he doesn’t know it yet, but Dominic’s fight is far from over.