Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 501

Chapter 501: Father

"Doctor." Micah shot to his feet the moment she stepped out.

The woman in the white coat didn’t even get a full breath in before he demanded, "What’s going on?"

She paused at first, then exhaled like someone about to deliver bad news. "According to the scan, she took suppressors."

Micah blinked. "What?"

"She took too many of it from the look of the result" the doctor clarified. "However, we’ve flushed her system, and pumped her stomach clean."

"What?!"

Micah was still trying to wrap his head around it. Suppressors? Was Adele out of her mind? Was he really that horrible?

The doctor said, "It’s a good thing you brought her in when you did. Any later, and it could’ve gotten worse. Possibly even fatal."

Micah dragged a hand through his hair, ruffling it in frustration. He was clearly losing his mind, unable to process Adele’s reckless choice.

She went on to explain. "Suppressors are mainly to help feral wolves manage surges by silencing the wolf entirely. However, even such an act is unnatural. Think of it like rejecting a limb. Uncomfortable, right?"

Micah couldn’t speak. He didn’t trust what would come out if he did.

"In Adele’s case..." The doctor adjusted her coat nervously. "Her wolf didn’t react well and lashed out against the drug itself, probably aggravated by the mating fever. You know how active wolves get during that time."

Then came the kicker. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Who in the world takes suppressors during mating fever?" the doctor muttered, mostly to herself. "If I wasn’t so careful, I’d think she was trying to—"

She stopped dead when her gaze collided with Micah’s. He hadn’t moved, but the look in his eyes made her blood run cold.

The doctor swallowed, cleared her throat, and stepped back quickly. "You can see her now, Your Highness."

She turned and scurried down the hallway like her life depended on it.

Without wasting time, Micah went in to see her.

The room didn’t look like a hospital at all, and it was his doing.

Micah ordered that she be treated privately and quietly. The room was large, almost too large for just one person, and painted in warm cream tones with soft, ambient lighting.

There was no beeping monitors, no smell of antiseptic, no scratchy sheets or ugly white tiles. Instead, the floor was polished wood, and a deep-blue armchair sat near the wide window, overlooking the city beyond. The place could pass for a penthouse suite if not for the IV line hooked to her arm.

Adele was asleep, wrapped in soft ivory sheets, her breathing steady and even. Her dark hair was spread across the pillow like ink, and her lashes fanned out over pale cheeks. She looked peaceful.

But that peace twisted something sharp in Micah’s chest because beneath it, he saw the vulnerability. The kind that only came after nearly dying.

Micah closed the distance between them, standing before her. Then his eyes fell on the mating rune.

Etched into her skin at the base of her neck, the ink-black mark stared back at him. Three intersecting lines, vertical and diagonal, met at the center, forming an "X" with a spine and two more offshoots branching like fangs.

Micah reached up and touched his neck. His own mark was two thick lines slashed in an "X," with two crooked prongs climbing out of the top like claws. It was different shapes but of the same bond.

He let out a slow breath, his hand dropping.

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