Page 77 of Claim Me
"It might be food poisoning. We recently changed couriers. Maybe someone tampered with the delivery?"
"If that were the case, his condition would be deteriorating quickly," replies an unfamiliar voice.
"Or maybe low blood sugar?" James suggests helpfully.
"Blood tests don’t indicate that. His panel is completely normal for a young alpha. There’s only one minor deviation. Please take a look."
A brief silence follows. Clearly, whoever is speaking is showing something to someone else in the room.
"But that deviation is small," I hear Blue’s voice.
"Still slightly above the norm."
"Slightly," Blue repeats with a strange kind of insistence.
The unknown man clears his throat and says,
"If that hormone is even slightly above normal, we can’t rule out that his condition is the result of what’s called Mate Rejection."
Silence drops over the room.
"You mentioned the conversation between the two of you was quite intense, or something along those lines…"
"Don’t speculate, Dr. Gross," Blue’s sharp voice cuts him off.
"I’m only pointing out one of the possible explanations," the man replies in a subdued tone.
Okay, I’ve heard enough. Finally, I feel sufficiently stable to slowly open my eyes.
I’m lying on my back in my room, the lights slightly dimmed, covered with a blanket, wearing only damp boxers underneath. I guess nobody dared take them off me.
James, Blue, and a tall beta with gray hair and thick glasses are standing by the bed.
I stare at him for a moment. So after I fainted, Blue must’ve called a doctor.
Does that mean I was out for that long? That he actually had time to get here? And take a sample of my blood?
The doctor is holding a portable blood analyzer in his hand.
A strange irritation builds in me at how humiliating this situation is. I’m a bodyguard, and I’m the one being taken care of? I don’t even know why, but it feels like a matter of pride.
I blink again, steady myself, and force every bit of strength I have into sitting up in one sharp motion, which immediately sends the room spinning.
All eyes turn to me, but the only ones that matter are Blue’s. I lock onto him.
And…
Wow, what’s going on?
I can’t read him at all.
It’s like he’s disappeared. Blue is a blank page to me now. Nothing. Zero.
What the fuck?
"??? ?????????[9]? What the hell is going on?" I mutter under my breath, completely confused.
It’s strange how the doctor’s words, ‘Mate Rejection,’ keep echoing in my head even though it makes no sense, because we were never mated.
