Cara Licik Membuat Testpack Menjadi Positif Novels & Stories

she says, sliding everything onto the table. I sit back down, trying to keep my face as neutral as possible. She starts mixing ingredients, and her movements are quick and precise. “This will mimic the pregnancy marker in the test. You’ll need to take it one minute before you touch the powder.” When she’s done, she pushes a small, chalky pill into my palm. “One minute before. Understand?” I twirl it between my fingers, then laugh nervously. “What if I was actually pregnant but wanted to hide it?”

But here I am, sitting at the edge of the tub, holding a kit, my finger trembles just a bit. I hesitate. Then I proceed. My head is spinning and my hands shake as I rip it from the packaging. I peed on it, place it on the counter and wait, hearing nothing but my own heartbeat. With racing heart, I pick the stick up and look. Two blue lines. My heart sank…

“You’re drinking? Are you insane? You’re pregnant!” She looked at me over the rim of the glass. Her eyes were cool, clear, dangerous. “No,” she said softly. “I’m not.” The words were quiet. But they landed like a bomb. “What?” “Not pregnant,” she repeated, smiling like she was giving me the most normal information. “I never was.” I blinked. The floor tilted. “I lied.” My jaw clenched. “What do you mean you lied? You faked the test?” She turned her head and looked out toward the garden, a breeze lifting her hair. “I added a few drops of soap to the sample. That’s all it takes. A little protein breakdown to mess with the results.”

Chris cleared his throat and brought out an envelope from his bag. "Alpha, here is the test result." "Is it positive or negative?" I asked Dr. Chris, hesitating to collect the test result from his grasp. "You can take a look, Alpha Benson," Dr. Chris said with a smile, and I asked him, using my Alpha aura on him. Taking him off guard, I suppressed his wolf and asked with a cold voice, "Did you tamper with this result?" "No, Alpha Benson. The test results are accurate," Dr. Chris replied.

"It triggers it." The silence that followed had weight. "It accelerates the full possession," Claire said. Not a question. "Yes." Lena looked up. "The Harrow healer figured that out on the third test. She ran it on four pack members. Two were clean. One had a shallow mark and it extracted correctly." A beat. "The fourth had been carrying the mark for six months." Lena's voice went flat. "The test completed the possession in under a minute." Julian's hand on the table, completely still.

The look in my eyes said enough. She hesitated. Her fake bravado cracked like cheap glass. “I already did the test,” she muttered. “Where? Which hospital?” Because if she actually had a pregnancy test in the pack clinic and it turned out positive, the pack doctor would have called to congratulate me. “I… I went to a private clinic.” Her voice was barely audible now. “Outside the pack.” Of course. How convenient. I stood and watched as she fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. “Here,” she said, holding it out to me. “This is the result. Go through it and tell me if I'm right or wrong.”

I reassured my reflection and nodded before retrieving the packet of test kits. I followed the instructions on the sachet, peed on the sticks; I used the five kits at once to get a more accurate result, turned it to face downward and set the timer to five minutes. I folded my arms across my chest as I waited, while nervously tapping my foot on the ground. Soon, the time was up and I sighed heavily as I darted my reflection a fearful stare before turning the test sticks upward. Three out of the five test sticks had two visible lines on them while the other two had dim but slightly noticeable lines on them.

Lydia exclaimed happily as she called Erika. Yes. There were no two lines on the flat thing she had used in the office. And that made Lydia extremely relieved, but only for a moment. Because Erika's next explanation made Lydia panic again. "Test packs are more effective in the morning and a week after intercourse. It's late at night, so the effect is a little less, and when did you have sex? Was it more than a week ago?" "Oh God. Why didn't you say so before?" Lydia protested loudly.

I scold at her. She blinks twice like I’m the crazy one, “yeah? I’ll share.” “Well…obviously the cookie dough, what kind of question even is that?” I say dumbfounded. “Okay, good choice, I’m gonna put the other one back.” She says. “Oh and get the first response early results, the pink dyes are more accurate, especially if it’s a little early to test, you’ll still get a faint line if it’s positive.” She says so confidently.

The words come first in my mind that I only said cheaply. What the fvck !?” No! Two lines. No! I should repeat this right? I should probably do all the one box. Yes. Right. I should do that. That’s what I did. I tried five more test kits and this time I watched them. My eyes were still trembling as I watched one of them gradually form a line until it was three. I held unto the sink seeing all three turn positive. I placed my palm into my tummy and tears slowly fell.