My Alpha Drugged Me and Gave My Kidney to His Beloved Novel – After drinking the milk Alpha Franklin handed me,a strange heaviness pulled at my limbs. I tried to shift—just a little—but my wolf, usually alert to the tiniest threat, had gone quiet. That’s when I knew something was really, really wrong. I felt my consciousness slip away like mist. I couldn’t even fight it.
When I finally came to, I had no idea where I was. “Franklin, are you out of your goddamn mind?” That was Beta Zach Wilcher, Franklin’s old childhood friend. I couldn’t open my eyes, couldn’t move a muscle, but I heard everything. “You really intend to keep this from Sirena ?” He paused, voice cracking with disbelief.
“Sirena is your Luna!You’re drugging your own mate just to rip out her organ for Claire?” Alpha Franklin’s reply was ice-cold. “Only she’s a match. Claire doesn’t have time to wait for another donor.” “As for Sirena… I’ll make it up to her.” Those words slipped into my ears like venom, slow and burning.
I hovered in the haze between waking and unconsciousness, but that voice—Alpha Franklin’s voice—dragged at me like claws raking through fog. “Doesn’t she want me to marry her? I’ll propose after the operation. She’ll be my Luna, I’ll never divorce her. For the rest of my life.” A laughable promise for someone who was literally about to take one of my organs.
The wolf in me growled, weak but furious. My instincts were muffled, numbed by whatever potion or sedative they’d pumped into me, but not silenced. Then came the crash. Glass shattering, a chair knocked over. And then Zach’s voice, shaking with fury, cutting through the sterile air like a blade.
“What’s the use of making it up to her when her damn kidney is gone?! What the hell are you thinking, Alpha Franklin? What kind of spell has Claire cast on you?” My heart twisted at the name. “You lost everything for her during that rogue attack—your legs, your chance to lead the Blue Moon Pack! And what did she do? She ran off with another Alpha like the coward she’s always been!” Beta Zach, His voice cracked with frustration.
He was never the one yelling sense into Franklin, but this time… . “But Sirena?” he rasped, hoarse. “It was her who stayed. She’s the one who carried you—literally—when you couldn’t walk. Who learned to inject medicine by practicing on herself until her legs were covered in bruises. Who traveled across the continent to find a cure. She visited almost seven hundred hospitals in five years.
Hell, she even knelt outside the lair of the scariest black wizard in the wizarding coven for a month just to convince him to treat you!” A tremble ran through my body. Not from pain—from memory. I remembered that rain-soaked month like it was yesterday. Every time I got close, the witches would repel me with their potions. Witches and werewolves simply don’t coexist well.How I’d refused to leave, even when my knees bled and my wolf begged me to shift and run.