Lost Alpha: Switched At Birth
Not for a weak thing like me, in a pack like Snow Pointe.
"Take a deep breath for me, Aurelia," the pack doctor instructed, her fingers pressed against the vein in my arm as she pricked me with a needle. A bead of dark, purple blood dripped from my arm, and she quickly wiped it away.
I didn't flinch.
Years of needles in arms, blood draws, IV fluid bags, have left my arms dark with bruises and old scars. Ever since I was a child, I'd dealt with the pain of these special treatments from Dr. Andromeda.
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