Serving bonds after bullied by my family and mate

When I was seven moons pregnant with my first pup, my sister Quinn Whitmore got mauled by a Dark Moon Wolf during a hunting run. The pack healer said only my "Lunar Blessing Blood" could save her-turns out, my wolf lineage carried a rare gene. But I was drowning in morning sickness that left me puking wolfsbane tea, too weak to stand, my belly swollen like a full moon but my wolf core flickering dim.

My family didn't give a damn. They dragged me to the Lifeblood Altar, my swollen stomach bumping against stone steps. I howled for my mate, Harrison Sinclair, but he just stood there, s brows knitted.

"You're a strong she-wolf, Savannah. A little blood won't kill you. Quinn's different-she's marked by the Moon Goddess. We can't let the pack's future seer die."

After the transfusion, my vision went black.

"Savannah, you're really gonna abort the pup? You know Harrison's wolf core is damaged-this might be his only shot at siring an heir. Once the Moon Goddess' blessing is gone, it's gone for good!"

The pack healer shoved Harrison's cracked moonstone medical amulet in my face. "Your pregnancy's a miracle-. Are you sure-"

"I'm sure." My voice didn't waver. If no one else cared about this pup, why risk my life to bring it into a world where Harrison's "sister" was his real mate?

I howled for the abortion witch and limped back to Harrison's villa. He stepped out of the kitchen. One glance at my pale face and trembling hands.

"There's venison soup in the cauldron. Drink it-you lost too much Lunar Blood today."

I blurted, "Where are you going?"

Harrison's face contorted.

"To the Moonlight Infirmary-where else? Quinn's blood is still thinning; she needs someone to guard her gland."

He shot me a look of disgus.

"All you had to do was donate a vial of your Blood, and you turned it into a pack-wide drama. I thought you wolves were taught to value bonds-guess your heart's as cold as the Winter Howl."

I bit my lip until it bled.

"Heartless? Me?" I snarled, my wolf core throbbing. "Who am I saving this Lunar Blood for, Harrison? If I wasn't carrying your pup, d'you think I'd refuse?"

The word "pup" set him off

He lunged forward, reeking of rank disgust.

"Still using the pup as an excuse? It's just a vial of Lunar Blood, Savannah-not your life! You think you're too precious to spare it? You really believe the pup's at risk?"

I gaped at my mate, voice trembling.

"Do you even know I haven't kept down a single potion in six moons? Or why I passed out in that Lifeblood Altar?"

A flicker of guilt passed through his eyes, but it was gone in a second, swallowed by anger. He grabbed my chin so hard it hurt, his fingers digging in.

"Oh, so pregnancy's got you acting up? If you hadn't insisted I drive you to those baby checkups, Quinn wouldn't have been in