Rebirth of the Alpha's Slave Mate (Samantha and Kade) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

Elena’s POV

The world was dark again for a little while.

I came to on an infirmary bed for the second time that day. It was becoming a little too close to a routine for me, it seemed-blacking out, only to wake up in agony in a hospital cot, blinking up at the bright lights on the ceiling of the infirmary while people rushed around me with medical supplies and worried expressions drawn across their faces.

Groaning through a throat that felt raw and hot like I had swallowed fire, I tried to sit up, but Jayne’s warm hand gently pushed me back down against my pillows before I could get far.

“Don’t move too much,” she said softly but firmly. “You popped a few of your stitches from the thrashing, and I just finished restitching you.”

“Great,” I muttered, letting my head drop back against the pillows. Even saying that one word made my throat burn even harder, and I coughed dryly, rolling onto my side from the force of it. The movement made my chest hurt.

Jayne handed me a small cup of ice chips. “Suck on some of these,” she said gently. “You’ll feel better soon.”

I popped a couple of the ice chips into my mouth and sucked, my dry tongue immediately soothed by the cold. The entire inside of my mouth felt itchy, though, like I’d eaten a mouthful of burrs.

“What happened?” I asked once I found the strength to speak again. I recalled everything before I had passed out pretty clearly-my fingers swelling, my throat closing up, falling to the floor and being injected with something in my chest, right where my heart was-but it didn’t entirely make sense. I never knew I had an allergy to anything.

“You had an allergic reaction to the serum,” Jayne said, confirming my suspicions.

“It was fake.” Natasha, of course, just had to butt in with her meaningless opinions immediately. “The serum was a dud. She just wanted to get out of answering questions. Now, all of our time has been wasted.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. She said that as if she hadn’t witnessed the whole fucking thing with her own eyes. But I supposed she only saw what she wanted to see, didn’t she?

Jayne, however, was done taking Natasha’s nonsense. “Need I show you the test again, Luna?” Jayne asked, shoving a piece of paper into Natasha’s face. Natasha blanched, throat bobbing, and looked away.

“What’s that?” I croaked, lifting my head. Jayne held out the paper so I could see. It was a result from a blood test -a surge of histamines had been found in my blood, indicating a real allergic reaction.

Even Natasha couldn’t deny that. Good. I enjoyed seeing her ears flush with embarrassment as she was proven wrong yet another time today.

“Thankfully, I injected you with epinephrine before it got too bad,” Jayne went on, folding up the paper and slipping it into her pocket, “but you’ll need to rest for now. Which means no running off again! I want you spending the night in the infirmary so I can monitor you.”

I sighed, but couldn’t argue with that. I was utterly exhausted and had no energy left to run off anyway. It had

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been a long day. A long lifetime, really, even though I hadn’t been in this body for all that long comparatively.

When I turned my head, I saw Samson sitting beside my cot. His face was pale and full of shock. Forcing a smile, I reached out and squeezed his hand. “I’m okay, Samson. It was just a freak accident.”

But he shook his head. “It’s not that. I mean, yes, I am deeply worried about you, but…” He paused for a long moment, licking his lips, then said, “Elena, there’s something else I think we should talk about.”

“What is it?” I tried to sit up a little more on my elbows and grimaced at the way the movement tugged at my fresh stitches and hurt my chest. Tyler propped my pillows up behind my back and gently helped me. I relaxed against the mountain of pillows with a sigh of relief.

Samson looked uncertain. He glanced between me and Tyler as if trying to figure something out, and for a long time, he didn’t speak.

Finally, he said, “I’m also allergic to the serum.”

“Oh?” I arched a brow at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s a relatively rare reaction,” Jayne pointed out, although she looked just as confused as I was.

“Jayne, are allergies often genetic in origin?” Samson asked.

“Not necessarily ‘often’, but it’s more likely to be present in children whose parents have the allergies than those without.” She drew her brows together. “What are you saying, Alpha?”

He didn’t answer; he simply began to unbutton his shirt.

“Samson!” Natasha gasped, rushing over and grabbing at the collar of his shirt. “What are you doing?!”

Samson firmly pushed his wife’s hands away and continued undoing the buttons. “I noticed something when you showed us your wound earlier, Elena,” he said in a low, uncertain voice. “Something that I didn’t notice before. I thought it was just a coincidence, but now that I know we share a rare allergy, I’m not so sure anymore.”

I furrowed my brow and exchanged an arch look with Tyler. He simply shrugged, equally as confused as I was.

Finally, Samson finished undoing the top few buttons of his shirt. He pulled it aside, then tugged down the collar of his undershirt beneath-revealing the hairy chest of a middle-aged male. I wrinkled my nose and looked at him curiously.

“Is this going somewhere?” I asked. My heart was pounding for reasons I didn’t understand.

“Look closer,” Samson said, leaning toward me so I could get a better look. Behind him, Natasha seemed to be on the verge of passing out. “Tell me what you see.”

I pursed my lips and squinted to see what he was pointing at. It took me a moment, but then I saw it—a small map of moles a few inches below his right collarbone.

Moles in the shape of the Little Dipper.

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