His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 119

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 119 – Tears pricked my eyes as I felt his infidelity. Life was cruel and the moon goddess, if she existed, was determined to make me suffer. Rolling on my side, I hugged my belly with my free hand. Half an hour later, the pack doctor came in. The man was an older gentleman. He looked over my notes and shook his head. He checked my drip when the woman from before came in.

“Alana will give you something to help you sleep, and in the morning, I will give a small injection into your ovaries to bring on your heat. You were fortunate. You almost died, if it wasn’t for Kade’s quick thinking of remarking you, we would have lost you,” The Doctor says.

“Yes, so lucky to live with my pig of a mate,” I sneer, and he nods, having not paid attention to what I was saying, too busy looking at the charts in his hand.

“You can give it to her, Alana, then obs every two hours,” he tells her, and the woman comes over to me.

She smiles sadly as she walks around the bed and takes my arm in her hand. The Doctor watches as she stabs the needle into my cannula port in my free hand.

The Doctor sighs when I feel the top of my hand become wet, and I look at her. Her eyes met mine, and I looked down to see her hand covering the needle as she squirted the contents on my skin, not through the cannula, it spilled on the bed. She then places my hand over the spot.

“Hurry, I haven’t got all night,” the Doctor complains.

“I’m done, Doctor,” she says, dropping the syringe into the small green plastic bowl she brought in with her. He nods, and she makes her way over to my drip, changing the bags out while the Doctor walks out.

She waited a few seconds before rushing over to me and grabbing my hand just as the Doctor walked back in. I feel something metal brushing my palm, and she quickly makes out she was tucking the surrounding blankets around me.

“You may feel a little groggy, don’t fight it,” she says, staring at me before glancing at the hand she had placed a Key in, and the Doctor clears his throat.

“Alana, bed 4 needs changing again. Mr. Masters wet himself again,” the Doctor groaned.