Is Alpha Gal Contagious Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes and saw an old woman standing close to us. "Do you know if she is allergic to any kind of medication, Alpha?" The woman said. 'Alpha,' that word again, not the first time I hear it, maybe his last name? "I have no idea, can't you give her something to relieve the pain?" "I can try, but it is a risk if we don't know her body reactions. Let me..." "I am not allergic to anything as far as I am aware..." I interrupted her, I wanted something now, and her arguments only kept prolonging any soon relief.

My eyes flickered through their faces as I spoke. "I have word that a contagious sickness is going around." Whispers began to buzz through the whole room and I looked at each of them, waiting for the noise to cool off. After a while, the noise died down and I spoke up again. "The sickness might not have spread to a large extent, and that is a good thing. I called you all today, so we can take full measures to avoid it." "What can we do to help your highness?" One of the alphas spoke up.

He shifted and was hovering over Dalton as he began to lick his burn wounds. But it did nothing. I had contemplated it earlier, but I knew fatal wounds were not curable even by Alphas saliva. I just stared at my Beta. I couldn’t believe all of this was happening. ‘Is anyone in danger?’ I sent a pack mindlink, not wanting to ask for casualties, but I was hoping someone would let me know something.

"He was rushed home. Didn’t you hear?" "He’s an Alpha," Zara says, confused. "Aren’t they, like... invincible? It’s just a fever." "It was serious," Tyler shrugs. "That’s what I heard. He’s been out since yesterday." I slide forward in my seat, eyes narrowing. When Harry said Aiden was sick, I didn’t think much of it. But now? An Alpha getting sick? That’s rare. We heal fast. Even regular wolves don’t fall sick like that. And it’s been days?

“I wasn’t entirely myself.” The words landed with quiet force. I stared at him. For a moment the only sound in the room was the soft hiss of snow against the window. “What does that mean?” He dragged a hand through his hair, the first truly restless gesture I had ever seen from him. “Someone put something in my drink that night. An aphrodisiac. Strong enough that the team doctor later said it could have put a lesser man in the hospital. I didn’t know until the next morning when the residual effects were still burning through my system.”

He was making me crawl to him, and the worst part was, for my children, I would crawl through fire. LUCA I watched the liquid drip into the IV bag, the rhythmic sound of the monitor the only thing keeping me from putting my fist through the wall. My son looked small and fragile. My daughter was curled into a ball, her breathing shallow and ragged. Wolves don't get 'stomach bugs.' We don't 'catch' things. "The diagnosis, Doctor," I said, my voice a low rumble that made the man in the white coat flinch. "It’s... it’s acute gastrointestinal dysfunction, Alpha," the doctor stammered, clutching his clipboard like a shield. "Specifically, it looks like a reaction to contaminated food. Something to

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.

“We should call 911!” When I looked at Isaac’s eyes, I saw hesitation. It was then I realized that a beast like them couldn’t get the proper treatment from a human hospital. ‘Then what should I do?’ Well, it’s already weird that an Alpha has fruit allergies. I swear I did not expect this. Why is he so weak compared to the three Alphas that I know?! “I d-don’t need to go to the hospital,” Vincent said while catching his breath. "He doesn't want our help," Isaac calmly said. "Let's ignore him."

After my dinner, I called for the physician to know about the matter. "What's going on with the girl you took from the restriction room?" I asked. I was in the pack hall seated on my chair. "Alpha, I think she's reacting to something she took" he replied. " She has allergy?" I asked surprised. I've not heard of a werewolf having allergy. Well there's always a first time in everything. "Actually I asked her and she said she's not allergic to anything but what I discovered happened was an allergy reaction" he explained.

the Alpha continued to list off issues the patients encountered. “Is this contagious?” Rowan asked as they stood outside one of the quarantined rooms. “We do not know yet,” Alpha Wyatt shook his head. “This has spread so quickly, bodies taking up the beds and dying that we haven’t been able to test anything. Some family members have gone inside, remaining by their relation’s side, and have shown no signs of catching the disease. While others have.” Rowan nodded, his jaw clenching. This was indeed going to be hard.