My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 129

Draven finally made me feel more comfortable by putting on a pair of sweatpants he had in a training locker. I could handle him being shirtless, and I didn't insist he wore a shirt without patching the nasty cut I gave him on the nape of his neck.

"I'm sorry," I said for the millionth time.

"Stop it, Lilith." Draven frowned. "I didn't go easy on you either, and it's good. Besides, I heal fast," he claimed with a sly smirk on his face and messaged poor Melinda to come over and patch us up.

I had to admit that the bite Draven gave me hurt like hell. I limped over to the wall and leaned against it while waiting for the painkillers. Although the parts of my flesh stabbed by his teeth were already regenerating, I could only feel that the pain was getting worse. Draven stepped towards me and placed his hand on my forehead.

"You're getting feverish. That is my fault," he smiled apologetically.

"Now you're apologizing?" I chuckled, slightly shivering over the rising body temperature.

"I should have considered that you are a human… and I kind of treated you like you were a wolf," he explained, lowering his gaze.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to smile as if I was telling him that I was fine.

"The Alpha's bite is different than the other wolves' bites." His concerned tone made me nervous. He kept looking at my torn leggings and the healing bite wound, his eyes restlessly going from the wound to my face and back.

I knew why he had become anxious: the Alpha's bite could turn any non-supernatural into a werewolf. He must have known that it was impossible in my case, but he couldn't have known what kind of consequences his bite was going to have on my body.

"I'm not going to turn into a wolf. You know that I can't," I assured him, stretching my lips into a feeble smile.

"I know that you are immune to that, but I can see that you are suffering." Ninety percent of his face was covered in guilt.

"Well... compared to Brick's bite... this one hurt like fuck," I snorted, hoping that making fun of the situation would alleviate my pain.

I could barely stand on my feet. At one moment, I felt I was going to fall, but Draven stepped in and held out his arms to support me.

"I got you," he muttered, pulling me into his embrace.

We stood like that for a while. He was leaning against the wall with his back, and half of his chest was covered in blood due to the cut that was yet to be healed, and I was leaning against his chest while balancing my body weight on one foot.

"What the hell happened here?!" Melinda yelled when she entered the training hall.

I couldn't blame her. Half of the mats were covered in our blood, and there were the two of us standing in a careless embrace while resembling survivors of the zombie apocalypse. Melinda ran towards us with her eyes, doing a medical scan on the way. Draven released me from his embrace and helped me sit on the floor. As soon as he did, Melinda's eyes stopped at my bitten thigh.

"Alpha Draven, what the hell did you do to her?!" She glowered, hurriedly opening her medical bag.

"Hey! I'm injured too!" he protested.

Melinda gave him a meaningful gaze and waved him off with her hand. "You'll heal in no time, but your bite could have killed her," she hissed.

"I don't believe that it's that serious…" I smiled anxiously while feeling worse by the second.

She placed the thermometer against my forehead, then she looked at the screen and cursed under her breath. "You're burning up fast. You need to be taken to the clinic," she said, nervously glancing at Draven.

"Fuck," Draven muttered, angrily clenching his fist.

I wanted to stand up, but it suddenly turned out to be a huge problem. My whole body became feeble. Fighting against my weakness, I made another attempt at getting up, but then my body started to shiver even more. I vaguely saw Draven walking away and taking out a sweatshirt from his locker.

Suddenly, I felt as if my thigh was beginning to burn. I screamed as the scorching pain contorted my body. A wave of agony crossed my body, as if each one of my cells was on fire. Melinda grabbed my hand to check my pulse, and even her touch seemed to inflict more pain. She gave me a terrified stare, then dug into her medical bag, took out a syringe with some drug, and injected it into my arm.