Crown and Shackles: The Princes Mate (Story Updated)

Bloodlines and New Beginnings

Sam POV

Logan’s voice was a low growl, threaded with panic and rage

“Well?” he hissed, every muscle in his body coiled and ready to explode. “What’s wrong with my mate?”

The doctor swallowed hard, eyes glued to the clipboard like it might shield him from the storm rising in front of him.

“I… I don’t know how to explain it,” he said, voice trembling. “We ran tests—full diagnostics. Bloodwork, DNA scans… and we double-checked everything.”

Logan stepped forward, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop.

“Say it,” he commanded.

The doctor’s lips trembled. “She’s… not just werewolf. Her blood shows a dominant strain of vampire genetics. Deep in her DNA. She's a hybrid.”

A silence fell so heavy it felt suffocating.

“That’s impossible,” I said, though even as the words left my mouth, something inside me whispered no, it’s not.

The doctor shook his head. “It should be impossible. Werewolves and vampires can’t interbreed—not naturally. Their bloodlines reject each other. But this… this wasn’t a bite. She wasn’t changed. She was born this way.”

I turned to Logan—he was completely still.

Too still.

His eyes had shifted to that unnatural golden hue. His chest rose and fell in shallow bursts. The wolf was close. Too  close.

“Logan…” I warned.

He didn’t seem to hear me. His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

“Born this way…?”

The doctor nodded. “It’s written into her genes. One of her parents must have been vampire. Possibly both were hybrids themselves. This isn’t contamination. It’s legacy.”

Logan staggered back a step, like the words had struck him. He brought a hand to his head, clawed fingers shaking.

His breath came faster.

“She’s mine,” he said through clenched teeth. “She’s my mate. My bond. And now I—now I’m supposed to believe she’s *half something else? That the wolf inside her isn't pure? That her blood— her scent—"

He slammed a fist against the wall, cracking the wood. His claws were out. The wolf was screaming inside him, demanding answers.

“Logan!” I stepped between him and the wall before he tore the room apart. “Listen to what you’re saying. This isn’t something that happened to her. She didn’t choose this. She didn’t hide this. She didn’t even know.”

He collapsed to his knees, chest heaving.

“She was born this way…” he repeated, softer now. “She’s always been like this.”

The rage in his voice was fading, but something else was taking its place—confusion. Grief. Love, twisted into something fragile and aching.

“She didn’t betray me,” he said, almost to himself. “She didn’t become something else. She was always this. And I… I loved her before I knew.”

“You still do,” I said. “That’s what matters.”

He looked up at me, eyes clearer now. The wolf was receding, slowly. The man was winning.

“I thought he was going to say she was pregnant,” he muttered, voice breaking.

I snorted. “Honestly? Me too.”