Is Alpha Gal Contagious Novels & Stories

They all stood up, bowing lightly. "What the fuck is this?" "You are late," Ezra whispered in my ears while Ezekiel gave me a quick run down with his inner eyes. I know he did because I can feel it burn into my skin. "That still doesn't answer my question." I rebuffed him. Ezekiel shared a look with Ezra before clearing his throat. "Alpha Gael, one of our members, has caught the disease." "So, does this place look like some damn clinic?" "This is us crying out for your help, Alpha." Omega Harold interjected. "One of us is down, which means it will spread out soon."

“In this heat?” “But Alpha, we've got tranqs. We could put them down instead,” a brown-haired, messy pomp Elite pointed out. I huffed and opened a general pack link, so every single pack member could hear me. Everyone had to be on the same page. “I noticed the rogues’ scent affects our wolves. It triggers their bloodlust. It draws them out. That is why too many of our men are still tearing into them and getting infected,” I asserted. “When their slime and their blood get on pack grounds, it will infect anyone who goes to that spot, and the contagion will never end, even after we kill them all. I don’t know what the disease is called, but my priority is to secure the pack and stop the rest of

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.

Too fast. She freezes. “Okay… that’s definitely not suspicious at all” she ironically replies. Think, Alex. Think. “It’s… communicable,” I blurt out. “You shouldn’t touch me.” Her eyes narrow. “Communicable.” “Yes.” “What kind?” “The… umm, the contagious kind.” Her lips part in disbelief. “…Right. That’s very specific.” I shrug helplessly. “I’ve already got off to a horrible start in this clan. I don’t want to infect anyone.”

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.

The silence after. I forced my eyes back to the page. Dr. Sloane Davis, the letterhead read. Not Mara. Never Mara, not on paper, not anywhere that mattered anymore. I breathed once, deliberately, and kept reading. Dr. Jackson had already pulled the assignment sheet toward her, scanning it with the brisk efficiency she brought to every unfamiliar case. "Alpha showing active symptoms," she reported. "Multiple additional infected within the same household. Rapid progression noted in the last seventy-two hours." She glanced up. "They're requesting you specifically. Not a Council physician. You."

He put those slides on the screen side by side now and circled the same cell. “Well, I still wasn’t alarmed; I figured a strain of the flu struck your pack in your youths and naturally you all have the antibodies in your blood. But then... I was forced to draw Alpha’s blood from almost a month ago when she fell into a coma...” The final slide was put on the projector now and we all looked at it shocked. Now the same cell was in her blood???

His strides were wide and fast as he jumped over the pile and then made his way through The Palace doors. It was then that Garth spotted Cora. "Cora." Cora turned. "Garth. Just arrived?" "Yes," Garth replied quickly. "How is Alpha? Is it that serious?" "Alpha has not been awake since last night. Scott examined him but couldn't give a definite answer as to what illness Alpha is suffering from." The worry Garth had felt during the whole trip boiled over now. "I need to see Alpha right away." Cora nodded and they both went to the top floor of The Palace. They hurried. The escalating worry made them move as fast as they could.

Would she come out stronger, or would we face even more challenges? Just when my worry felt unbearable, Alpha Galan entered the waiting room, carrying a flask and a small bag. He immediately noticed my tear-stained face and came over, his crimson eyes filled with concern. "Theia, what happened?" Alpha Galan asked, his voice gentle but filled with worry. I quickly wiped away my tears and explained, "They're performing an operation on Marshmallow. They asked me to wait here. The doctor said there's hope, but..." Alpha Galan placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, his presence a source of comfort. "We'll have faith in the medical team," he said firmly. "Marshmallow is strong, and she's a fight