Page 27 of Knot my Alphas

Reaching out, I ruffle his short dark hair.

He smiles up at me. “Iris is no longer lost,” he says, continuing to clean up my bloodied knuckles. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

I’m sure my brother is as worried about her as me but he’s trying to comfort me.

My gaze falls on the clock mounted on the opposite wall. An hour has already crawled by since Dr. Lawson left us.

Raiden straightens and stretches his arms. He walks up and down the hallway and ends up strolling toward the coffee machine.

I ignore him as he fiddles with the various knobs. He makes surprised noises each time the steam suddenly hisses out.

“Have this,” he says after a while.

Looking up, I see him holding a steaming cup of coffee.

The brew does smell good. Taking the paper cup, I sip the hot coffee.

“Do you hear that?” Raiden asks, looking toward the hallway leading toward the patient wards.

Sitting up straighter, I strain my ears. The squeak of wheels against a polished floor can be faintly heard.

Next second, we hear the sound of opening doors and footsteps approaching.

I get to my feet the moment Dr. Lawson appears in the lobby.

“How is she?” I ask when she steps before me.

“Her condition is still unstable but she’s starting to respond to our treatment,” she replies, batting at a stray auburn curl that’s escaping from the tight confines of her net cap. Her skin is pale and sweaty but her eyes are bright with confidence.

“Would you like some coffee?” Raiden offers.

A rare smile comes to her lips. “That’d be great.”

“Be right back,” says Raiden, moving toward the coffee machine.

The alpha doctor takes a seat on a couch and leans back. “You brought her here just in time,” she says in a low, grim tone as she closes her eyes. “She could’ve lost her life if you’d delayed any longer.”

Raiden comes back and places a cup on the table before her.

“Any idea what he used on her?” he asks.

“I’ve never across this drug because the government has banned the use of it for over fifty years now,” she says in a lowered voice. “Can you tell me who hurt her?”

“He’s someone extremely powerful,” Raiden says. “It’s not wise to get involved with a person like him. It’s best to leave it up to us. We’ll deal with him the right way.”

The exhausted doctor nods. “This kind of drug was used on captured omegas in the past. It induces heat-like symptoms that elevate the omega’s sexual appetite. What it fails to do is produce the same hormones and enzymes that allow them to heal from excess sexual activity. If the alpha doesn’t hold back and knots and bites them, they’ll succumb to injury and will risk death.”

Hate and rage course through me. Callahan is vicious enough to use such a drug on Iris all because of his blinding obsession to claim her. He doesn’t even care if he kills her in the process.

“Iris’s mother kept her on suppressers and blockers all her life, convincing everyone, including her, that she’s a beta,” Dr. Lawson continues. “When you brought her to me last month, she was going through rapid hormonal changes. That’s the reason she suffered from those excruciating cramps. I warned her against taking any kind of drug that will mess with her hormones.”

“What now?” I ask. “Will she get better?”

Dr. Lawson slowly nods. “I believe she’ll get better but she needs a lot of rest to recuperate.” She glances between the two of us. “She’s both your mates?”

“Yeah,” we reply in unison.

“Is this the first time she was assaulted by this person?”

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