Page 79 of Tying the Knot
She turns her head towards me and cracks her eyes. “I can’t see you.”
My smile falters. “It’s okay, close your eyes. Rest.”
I take in the situation quickly but thoroughly. I draw in a deep breath and frown. Her scent isn’t any more potent than usual. She feels hot, feverish even, but not in the way where her heat flushes her skin. She is pale and shaking.
“Morgan, is this your heat?” I ask. I’m no expert, but this doesn’t look right to me. But I need to eliminate all possibilities.
“No,” she mumbles. “Not heat. Tried to ring doc…”
“It’s okay,” I say, even though I can barely breathe. I’m so scared. “Let’s get you in your nest? Can I move you?”
“Yes,” she says weakly.
I nod and hope that I’m doing the right thing. I gather up her blanket and snatch her phone up off the floor, slipping it into my back pocket. Cradling her as gently as I can, I lift her off Eli’s bed and walk carefully down the stairs with her. Her head lolls, and her limbs go floppy.
“Morgan,” I grit out, staring into her face. “Morgan!”
No answer.
She is unconscious.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mutter as I hurry up and kick the door open to her bedroom. I place her in her nest and arrange her as comfortably as I can, making sure to pull her own blanket over her as well as the one we gave her.
I pull the phone out of my pocket and open it. I don’t need her face this time. I know her passcode. She changed it the other day as a joke when Kal asked her what her first words to Adam would be.
F-U-K-U
It brings a smile to my face, but it’s quickly wiped off when I see that she got as far as bringing up the doctor’s number. She is a family friend of Amy’s and told Morgan she could ring her day or night if she had any worries about the illegal birth control.
“Morgan?” the doctor asks almost as soon as the phone rings.
“No, it’s Dylan. Morgan has lost consciousness. She is feverish and can’t see. She said it’s not her heat…”
“No, it’s the mating bite from her ex-mate,” she interrupts immediately.
I glance at Morgan and grimace. She obviously spoke to the doctor about this, but she didn’t mention it to us. Or me. Maybe she didn’t mention it to me. The doctor clearly was expecting this call, and now it all makes sense why she would say to ring and she would answer straight away. She knew this was coming and how bad it would be. I try to calm down and not panic.
“What can I do?” I ask steadily.
“Are the alphas there?”
“No, they’re at work.”
“Get them back. She needs them around her. But not to try and fix this by biting her. They need to leave her to break this bond.”
“Why is it so bad? The other ones weren't like this.”
“He was her prime, as well as the one she was closest to. Also, she told me that the bite is newer than the others, although still old. This could’ve been far, far worse,” she murmurs.
“Will she be okay? She’s unconscious. Do I need an ambulance?”
“Try and rouse her again.”
I nod and crouch down next to her. “Morgan?”
She turns her head towards me. “Dylan.”
“She’s awake.”
