Page 199 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

“Coincidence.” I shrugged.

“Lennox was convinced—”

“Yes, because his dad brainwashed him his entire life to believe if he marked me as his mate, he would be stronger and could be an alpha,” I said, exasperated. “You’re really going to take the word of a psychopath who attacked me in an alley over legitimate facts and science? Over the DNA test that confirmed I am just human?” I argued. “I mean, obviously, I don’t know what kind of tests you have that can detect supernatural DNA or whatever, but wouldn’t that show up?”

Harrison’s lip twitched as he watched Wes and I go back and forth with our arguments. “We can ask Doctor Russo to clarify that for us,” he suggested.

Wes furrowed his brow. “That would mean telling another person,” he said.

“True, but Maya and Levi already know. And I trust Doctor Russo as much as I trust my beta, gamma, and delta,” Harrison replied.

Wes sighed. “All right. Go ahead and call him.”

Harrison walked to his desk and picked up his phone.

“Can’t he do that mindlink thing?” I asked Wesley while his dad spoke to the doctor.

“Yes, but Doctor Russo prefers phone calls. In case he’s in surgery or something. That way, he’s not distracted from his work.”

“That makes sense.” I nodded. “Will I be able to do that? Mindlink?”

He blinked at me. “I-I don’t know,” he admitted with a shake of his head.

“You’ll be able to mindlink her, Wes, but she won’t be able to reply,” Harrison said as he set his phone down. “Doctor Russo will be here in a few minutes,” he added.

Wes and I both nodded, and I leaned back into his warmth, closing my eyes and soaking in his presence and comfort.

He put his arms all the way around my body, squeezing me as he placed a kiss on the top of my head. “Are you all right?” he whispered into my hair.

“It’s been a wild couple of days since Friday,” I replied. “My brain feels like mush, and I am beyond exhausted. I just want to go home, curl up in our bed with you, and sleep for a week,” I admitted.

“Whatever you want, Sugar Plum,” he said. “We can do whatever you want. After we get some answers, okay?”

I just nodded and kept my eyes closed with my head on his chest. His hand cradled my face, his thumb rubbing against my cheek as he pressed another kiss to my head and inhaled.

The knock on the office door jolted me from my snoozing state. The warmth of Wesley’s body and his delicious scent had lulled me into a light sleep, and I shook myself and rubbed my eyes as Doctor Russo walked in.

“Thank you for coming to speak with us even at this late hour,” Harrison told him as they shook hands.

“It’s no problem,” the doctor replied. “I’m always happy to help. What did you need to know?”

“When you tested Haven’s blood, what exactly did you test for?” Wesley asked him, taking my hand in his and rubbing his thumb across my knuckles.

“Everything?” Doctor Russo chuckled. “There is a whole grocery list of supernatural types we test for when we run it. Why do you ask?”

“Does it test for… divinity? If someone has the blood of the gods?” Wesley asked.

Doctor Russo laughed, his head thrown back to the ceiling. But when the three of us didn’t join him, he stopped. “Oh, you’re serious?”

Wesley nodded, and the doctor rubbed his head. “I… don’t think so? I don’t know the last time there was a record of a deity or a demigod among us. I don’t think the DNA test can check for that. And like I told you, her results showed she is completely human. There wasn’t even a hint of something odd about her DNA.”

“Could someone suppress that DNA by spells or magic, though?” Wes asked. “Like a witch trying to hide her? Maybe Lennox’s dad or her adoptive parents had her spelled so no one would notice the strange DNA?”

“As far as I know, there are no spells capable of that,” he said with a shake of his head. “A witch could hide her if you tried to search for her using human means or even magical means if it was a powerful witch. But they can’t suppress or alter someone’s genes.”

Wesley blew out a breath of frustration. “Well, then, how are we going to figure this out? How are we going to know for sure if she is Selene’s daughter? How am I supposed to know when to mark her?” he ranted, speaking to no one in particular.

Doctor Russo’s head snapped to me. “Wait… are you saying… she’s—”

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