#Chapter 121 – I'm What?!

Alyson My body may be getting examined, but my mind is with Olivera. He is off snooping for a cure, trying to help save my mate, and I'm stuck under the hands of an unfamiliar healer. He centers his hands over my stomach, his eyes going crooked toward me. "Luna," he breathes, resting my shirt back down after his last treatment relaxed my body past the point of feeling pain. "The wolf you came in with, the Alpha aura, is that your mate?" I hold back a spat of laughter. "My mate? No way." "Where is your Alpha, then?" It's only now that I notice his voice has gone ice cold. I fear he may tell me I'm doomed to die, or I'm sick like the other rogues and I don't have the fever yet, but instead he waits for my reply and I can't stall any longer in my anxious thoughts. "He's at the palace, on our pack lands, about an hour run from here," I breathe, the truth. "He hasn't been feeling well though, sick with pneumonia,"