Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Antivenom

Dr. Reeves rushes in, his pristine white coat a blur of motion. My hand throbs with each heartbeat, sending waves of rainbow droplets down my arm.

"Pulse elevated. Pupils dilated." His cool fingers press against my wrist. "Temperature already rising."

The ceiling spins in lazy circles above me. "Pretty colors." I watch another opal drop slide down my skin.

"Shock response initiated." Dr. Reeves’ pen scratches across his clipboard. "Accelerated absorption rate due to serum integration."

My tongue feels thick. "What’s happening?"

"Dragon toxin entering your bloodstream." He grabs my chin, tilting my face up. A bright light flashes in my eyes, making me squint. "Track the light."

I lean into his palm instead, his skin wonderfully cool against my heated face. The rough calluses on his fingers feel amazing.

"Stop that." He tries to pull away, but I follow the motion.

"Why is your head so shiny?" The question bubbles up before I can stop it. "Do you polish it?"

Dr. Reeves lets out a long-suffering sigh. "Hold still while I clean the wound."

"But really, how do you get it so smooth?" I reach up to touch his scalp, but he catches my wrist.

"Please focus."

The antiseptic stings as he dabs at the bite marks. I watch him work with detached fascination, noting how precise each movement is. No wasted motion. Just calm, clinical efficiency. Like a bald robot.

"Your hands are nice." The words come out slurred. "Not like Xavier’s. His were cold. Yours are just right. Like Goldilocks."

"That’s the toxin talking." He wraps gauze around my hand with practiced ease. "Try to stay still."

The room spins faster. "Everything’s moving."

"Close your eyes. It will help with the vertigo."

I do as he says, but the darkness behind my eyelids swirls with kaleidoscope patterns. "Pretty."

"I’ve been told that, yes."

"Not you." My eyes pop back open. Seeing is infinitely better than not seeing. "You’re like a ghost. A shiny-headed ghost."

"I’ll keep that in mind. Please stop moving your hand."

"Maybe a robot."

"Definitely a robot," Jim interjects, sounding amused.

* * *

I must have fallen asleep, because now I’m waking up.

My head feels stuffed with cotton. My mouth is dry and tastes surprisingly like Skittles. My lips smack without my consent.

"Thought that would get her." Dr. Reeves. He’s clinical and cold, as always.

"Yes, yes. I’m a robot. Now, open your eyes."

Did I say that out loud?

"You did. Open your eyes."

My eyelids pry open, but light assaults them. Squeezing them closed, I’m determined to fall back asleep.

"If you don’t open your eyes, Xavier Moon will probably come in to check on you pers—"

My eyes fly open, panic beating in my chest.

"There we go." Dr. Reeves flashes a light into my eyeballs with a rude lack of consideration. "Pupils normal and reactive to light."

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