The Alpha's Luna Is Mine

Something Is Wrong

Aethelwulf POV

It's been three days since Kiera has been laying in this bed with no form of improvement, instead she keeps looking paler each day, her skin losing its natural glow bit by bit, her lips dry and slightly parted like she’s trying to breathe through something heavy. I can feel it strongly that something is not right, the kind of feeling that doesn’t just come and go, it stays and presses at the back of my mind. It's either the diagnosis was wrong or the medication itself is the problem.

But the same medication is doing wonders in the entire Pack, there are no death rates again, the healing wing has reduced drastically in pressure, in fact the doctors already came up with a vaccine for protection against the virus, the pack members are all getting better, walking around like nothing even happened, but then the one person that found the cure to the virus is about to die from it, that doesn’t make any sense at all. I dragged Kiera's door open and stepped in, the faint scent of herbs hitting me immediately, and I saw Tasha seated beside her, feeding her the herb slowly like she was handling something fragile.

"Greetings Alpha Aethelwulf," she said as she dropped the herb into the tray and stood up quickly, adjusting her posture with a bright smile on her face like she had been expecting me.

"There's a whole lot of improvement today, we even had a little conversation before she passed out again," she added, her tone light, almost excited. I couldn’t help the low chuckle that escaped me, shaking my head slightly. She only improves when she's alone with her so-called enemy, that’s actually funny if you think about it.

"Okay, thank you for taking care of her, I really appreciate it," I said, keeping my voice calm and controlled. Her smile broadened even more, like she was soaking in the acknowledgement.

"I love being of help," she replied, clearly pleased with herself before turning and walking out of the room, her steps light like she had done something remarkable.

The moment she stepped out, I pulled out my phone and called Martha immediately but her line wasn’t going through, it kept ringing without response, so I ended the call and dialed the doctor’s number instead.

"Come to the Alpha's mansion, do not put your white coat on, come in your regular clothing, your protective wear can be in your bag, come with equipment for testing the G virus," I said without wasting time, my tone firm. He affirmed immediately and I hung up the call.

I walked closer to Kiera's bed, my steps slowing down as I got to her side. I noticed the saliva slipping off one side of her mouth, her breathing uneven, her body looking weaker than it did the last time I saw her.

"Kiera, can you hear me?" I asked, my voice lower now, but of course I got no response. I reached out and held her hand, it felt colder than usual, lighter too, like there was barely any strength left in it. My eyes moved to her face, her once spotless skin now filled with dark spots that didn’t belong there.

"Hang in there, I promise that I will do anything, I mean anything to make sure you survive this phase, you can do this, you are a strong girl," I said, my voice firm but low as I bent slightly and placed a light kiss on her cheek. I stayed there for a second longer than necessary, just looking at her. I miss her voice, the way she talks, even the way she argues.

"Uhh yeah, Aethelwulf, come off that thought," I said out loud to myself as I straightened up immediately, running my hand through my hair. She's your twin brother's mate and wife, the Luna of this Pack, I need to get myself together.

I stood up fully and walked toward the door, my hand resting briefly on the handle before pulling it open. There’s still something about her condition that doesn’t sit right with me, the feeling is there, constant, like I’m missing something important but I just can’t place it yet.

A knock came on the door and I opened it immediately. The doctor walked in quickly, his eyes already scanning the room.

"She's getting worse!" he exclaimed the moment he stepped in, his voice carrying urgency. I didn’t say a word, I just stepped aside and kicked the door shut behind him. He brought out his protective clothing from his bag and put it on quickly before walking to her bed. He reached out and touched her arm, his expression tightening slightly.

"She's losing so much blood, is she actually taking the medications?" he asked, glancing at me briefly. I didn’t respond, my gaze remained fixed on him. He could clearly see the empty bottles littered around the floor, there was no reason for that question.

"I will call my team to get me equipment that we will set up so as to transfuse blood to her, I will just take her blood sample and run a few tests then come back with my team," he said as he brought out his syringe and carefully took her blood sample, his movements precise and quick.

"Run the G virus test on her first, let's know what the problem is, why is her body not accepting treatment, did we abuse it on her? Probably we need to use another treatment for her," I said, my voice steady but filled with questions. There were more questions in my head but I needed answers to these first.

"Let me run the test," he replied as he brought out the testing machine. He inserted her blood sample and waited, his attention fixed on the screen. The room stayed quiet for a few minutes until the machine beeped softly. He looked at it and then nodded at me.

"It's positive," he said.

He removed his protective coverall but kept his gloves on, then turned toward the door.

"I will be right back," he added before walking out.

I stayed there, standing beside the bed, going through the files my secretary had sent me on my phone, but my attention wasn’t fully on it. I didn’t even notice how much time had passed until I heard another knock.

I opened the door and he walked in again, this time with two nurses behind him. They moved in quickly, setting up the drip stand beside the bed, bringing out a blood bag and connecting it carefully. One of them fixed a cannula into her vein, adjusting it properly before attaching the pipe that connected to the blood bag. Their movements were fast but controlled, like they had done this many times before.

"The nurses will be here, they will give her the herbs after the blood transfusion," he said, his tone calmer now.

I nodded slowly, my eyes still on him, watching every move carefully.

"How many bags will she have?" I asked.

He cleared his throat slightly before answering.

"She's supposed to take four, but then she will have just one because the medication itself drains blood, we will transfuse more blood into her in two days interval," he explained.

I couldn’t help the slight grin that formed on my face, not out of amusement but disbelief, because the explanation didn’t sit right with me at all.