Mated To The Crippled Alpha-Chapter 349: Order Me Around

I wasn’t surprised.

Amber would never agree easily.

If she gave in to one demand, it would only invite more.

She would never allow that.

But I had already prepared for this.

I pulled a small dagger from my pocket.

The blade reflected the soft yellow light as I raised it above my wrist.

Amber’s eyes narrowed immediately.

"Amber," I said calmly, "you underestimate what I’m willing to do for my family."

And then I moved.

The blade sliced down without hesitation.

Pain burned across my skin as warm blood spilled instantly onto the sheets.

Red spread across the bed like a sudden storm.

I looked up at her and smiled.

"Sorry for ruining your bed," I said lightly. "But red looks better, don’t you think?"

"Elena, have you gone insane?" Amber snapped, fury flashing across her face.

I tilted my head slightly, lifting the blood-covered knife.

"All I want is Whitney’s freedom," I said cheerfully. "If you don’t believe I’ll kill myself... should I try my throat next?"

I tapped the blade thoughtfully against my neck.

"Or the heart?" I added. "Which one do you think would be faster?"

Amber’s jaw tightened.

"Oh," I continued casually, "and make sure you and Lewis bury my body properly when I’m gone."

Her expression darkened even more.

I chose my wrist for a reason.

It looked dramatic.

It bled a lot.

But if controlled, it rarely killed anyone.

Amber suddenly grabbed the knife from my hand.

Her movements were sharp with anger.

She snatched a towel and pressed it hard against my wrist.

"How could Lewis fall in love with someone as twisted as you?" she snapped. "Do you even think about him when you pull stunts like this?"

Her voice rose.

"His life is tied to yours! Is this what his love means to you? Watching you destroy yourself?"

So that was it.

Lewis.

He was the one she truly cared about.

I gave her the sweetest smile I could manage.

"Amber," I said softly, "have you decided yet?"

I leaned back against the pillows.

"Because if not... I can just bleed out right here."

She glared at me.

"Do whatever you want," she snapped.

But after a long pause, she exhaled harshly.

"Fine."

She pressed the towel harder against my wrist and pulled out her phone.

"I’ll do it." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Not long after, a man dressed in black entered the room with a pack doctor behind him.

Amber sat at the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette.

"Bandage her," she ordered coldly.

I smiled at her.

"Amber, you’re so kind. I didn’t know you cared about me this much."

"Shut up," she snapped. "Don’t say disgusting things to me."

"Disgusting?" I laughed softly. "I thought it sounded sweet."

She crushed the cigarette in the ashtray, her eyes burning with anger.

She clearly wanted to strangle me.

But she held herself back.

And honestly...

Watching her struggle like this was strangely satisfying.

After the doctor finished wrapping my wrist, the servants replaced the blood-stained sheets.

Amber turned to me with a cold expression.

"What are you staring at? Do you expect me to stay awake worrying about you all night? I’ll deal with Whitney in the morning."

That wasn’t good enough.

I needed to make sure nothing changed.

"Of course," I said lightly. "But I don’t mind staying here tonight."

I stretched slightly.

"I’m a little tired anyway."

"Then go sleep somewhere else."

I glanced around the room.

"Your bed is really big," I said thoughtfully.

Amber narrowed her eyes.

"What are you implying?"

I smiled at her.

"I’ve never shared a bed with you before."

Then I patted the mattress beside me.

"Amber... why don’t we sleep together tonight?"

"Don’t even think about it!"

I sighed dramatically and touched the bandage on my wrist.

"Such a small request... and you can’t even grant it."

I looked at the bedside lamp.

"Maybe I should just end things here after all."

"Elena!"

Amber slammed her hand on the table beside the bed.

For a moment, I thought she might throw the lamp at my head.

Instead, she switched off the light.

The room fell into darkness.

"Fine," she said through clenched teeth.

"Let’s sleep."

She lay down beside me stiffly.

It felt surreal.

Sharing a bed with the woman who had once arranged my death.

I hid my smile in the darkness.

Then I asked quietly,

"Amber... why did you kill me in my past life?"

I never thought Amber would answer me.

But after a short silence, her voice came through the darkness, calm and cold.

"Believe it or not, your death in your last life had nothing to do with me."

I turned to look at her, my body going still. "Then who did it?"

"Elena," she said quietly, "the more you know, the faster you die. Why keep digging up what should have stayed buried?"

My mind started racing at once.

If she was telling the truth, then the reason she tried to kill me this time was not the same as before. It had to be because of Lewis. She wanted to stop the bond between us from dragging him down with me. She wanted to cut off the life tie before it could destroy him too.

I stared at her shadow in the dark and asked, "So it was someone from the Blackwells?"

She didn’t answer.

But silence can say more than words ever do.

That silence was enough.

Years ago, the Morrigans and the Blackwells had torn each other apart. The hatred between their bloodlines ran too deep to fade. It was old, bitter, and alive, like something buried under the earth that never really died. That was why Whitney had been taken when she was only five. Revenge had been planted in her life before she was even old enough to understand it.

Wisteria, her father, and the rest of the Blackwells had all fed that revenge over the years, watering it until it grew into the nightmare standing in front of all of us now.

I had more questions.

Too many.

But it was late, and I knew better than to keep pushing.

Amber did not care for me. We were not friends. To her, I was a problem, a thorn lodged too deep to pull out cleanly. There was no reason for her to open her heart to me, even if she had one. Still, she had made me suffer on that island. She had left me in fear and pain, trapped in a place where every breath tasted like punishment.

So if I wanted to make her miserable now, that only felt fair.

I shifted on the bed and spoke into the dark.

"Amber, make sure you wake up early tomorrow."

She didn’t answer right away.

I could almost feel her confusion beside me.

So I continued, very seriously, "For breakfast, I want ravioli and soy milk. Not the machine-made kind. I want the beans ground fresh with a stone mill."

Her voice came out through clenched teeth.

"Would you like to eat crap instead?"

I smiled to myself.

"Amber, that’s so rude. Where is your dignity as an elder? Maybe I should punish you by adding stuffed dumplings to the menu too."

"Elena!"

I turned my head on the pillow and grinned into the dark.