Novel & Cerita Is Alpha Gal Contagious

“Oh, you didn’t know? The Alpha announced it earlier—longer holidays for the Gammas. Isn’t that great?” Zara eyes lit up, but then she turned to me with a mock-serious look. “Oh… I guess I should mention—I fully support the Alpha now. So, uh… I don’t think I can help you fight him anymore.” She shrugged playfully. I blinked at her, pretending to be shocked, before rolling my eyes. “As if we were actually going to fight him!”

I asked slowly, listening carefully. The Alpha shot the trembling woman at his side a sharp look. She must be the child’s caregiver. “Um… granola,” she said, voice wavering. I frowned. “Granola…” I muttered to myself. Then I turned to the child, rising slowly to stand. “She’s having an allergic reaction. To the nuts in the granola.” The Alpha’s eyes widened. “Can you do something about it, then?” “Yes. Please… give me a minute.” I bolted out. As Miss Penelope pulled me through the pack house, I spotted some herbs. Outside, I grabbed them, then rushed back inside.

“Because your Alpha bat signal went to the entire pack. I’m sure they’re lined up waiting for us.” “Oh. Jeez.” “Yeah.” “Can you radio in and have everyone disperse? Not because I don’t want them to see, but honestly, I don’t know if she’s contagious. I didn’t think of that until just now. Bad magick is not what the Pack needs right now.” “Or ever.” “Or ever,” I agreed, sipping on more coffee while Kane got on the radio. I needed a scalding hot shower and a good home cooked meal, maybe three of them.

“No pressure, then.” Corvin arched a brow. “You’re already under it. You just keep pretending you’re not.” Silence stretched between us, heavy with things I didn’t want named. “What happens,” I asked finally, “if the Alpha rejects the bond?” Corvin didn’t answer right away. He stared into his mug, jaw tightening. “Then the fire looks elsewhere,” he said. “And gods help anyone standing in its path.” My wolf snarled uneasily. I stood, heart pounding. “You’re saying she’s dangerous.”

I said quickly, taking another step toward the door. “No, seriously. You let her in here? Near the food? Are you people fucking insane?” “Dante, she’s just coordinating,” Patricia started. “She’s contaminating everything she touches! The last thing I want is to catch an STD from food she’s been breathing on, and you’re all acting like it’s fine? Like there’s no risk letting her get close to knives and prep stations and everything we’re going to serve to the entire pack including the Alpha and Luna?” “You can’t catch STDs from food,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “Plus, I haven’t touched anything.”

Sarah gestured for her to stop and asked, “The boy’s food earlier… you’re sure there was no Talic in it?” The maid nodded without hesitation. “Yes, Miss. The Alpha specifically ordered us not to add Talic to any of his meals. He said the boy is allergic to it.” Sarah froze, her heart pounding in her chest. Allergic to Talic? She felt a chill run down her spine. This little piece of information fit too perfectly into the puzzle she had been avoiding for weeks. She clenched her fists, trying to steady her breathing. “Are you sure the Alpha himself gave this order?” Sarah pressed, her voice sharper now.

Did Katrina ignore my warning, or is there an enemy out there I don't know about? Maybe it's that bastard! The sound of the door opening interrupted my thoughts. I kept my gaze on Laura, knowing who had entered by his scent. It was Gael, the hospital's top specialist. "She was poisoned, wasn't she?" I asked, still facing away from him. "Unfortunately, yes, Alpha." He paused and then sighed. "She took quite a lot of it, and we're having a hard time flushing it out of her system." "A hard time?" I scoffed harshly, finally turning to face him with a cold glare that made him cower in fear. "I didn't pay you and your team well to hear excuses like that!" I snarled.

"Word has spread among everyone. It's the first time Douglass Brady has brought a partner to an event like this. He's struggling right now in the Alpha Room, trying to stop everyone from rushing out to see you." "Alpha Room?" Mitch paused while drying his hands, hearing the unfamiliar term. "Ah. Don't misunderstand. It's nothing strange. There's a separate room just for alphas. Omegas sometimes find it unpleasant when too many alpha pheromones mix, and accidents can happen." "..." "When alphas party hard, they sometimes can't control their pheromones. Even if you spray neutralizers in those cases, it's still noticeable." The man freely shared information Mitch hadn't even asked for. It seeme

The next moment, he closed the distance, his scorching lips capturing mine in a kiss that was all-consuming, robbing me of both breath and thought. My head was forced back as I endured the storm he unleashed, my fingers clutching helplessly at the fabric of his shirt. "No... please..." I whimpered brokenly, the last shreds of reason still fighting a losing battle. Though Alphas possess robust constitutions, certain rare blood disorders or viruses still posed transmission risks. If I fell ill, I could rest—but he couldn't. Too many pack affairs demanded his leadership. This momentary lapse in judgment couldn't jeopardize everything.

That evening, the pack was restless. Not loud. Not chaotic. Just… unsettled. People moved faster than usual. Guards stayed in places longer than they normally would. Conversations dropped the moment someone else walked in. I noticed the atmosphere was not peaceful. At first, I ignored it. Then I heard it. “Alpha was attacked.” My hand stopped mid-air. I didn’t turn. I just listened. “They said it was something from the forest.” They brought him back quickly. By the time they reached the house, something was already wrong.