The Dark Side Of Fate Chapter 739

I turned on the light and looked at my reflection in the mirror over the sink. A trail of red rashes was on my neck down to my chest.

The areas covered with the rash looked inflamed and itchy.

I ran cold water over a towel and placed it on the spots to cool it down, but then I felt the same sensation on my back. I did not need to know what had caused it.

"Leo," I heard Sylvester's voice again. Although I was feeling uncomfortable, I knew I had to answer.

"Good morning, Sylvester," I replied, removing my shorts to get under the cold shower. I planned to head straight to Erik's room to give me whatever he gave Devin because I doubted I could spend the entire day like this. It wasn't bearable.

"There is a woman called Gezel Westwood at the gate. She claims to be Amelia's mother. Should they let her in?" He asked me, and the itch was immediately blocked out of my brain.

Gezel, Gezel, I thought in my head.

"One minute," I told Sylvester and tried to link Alexei.

"Alexei, Alexei," I linked him, and he answered by the second time. I knew he was just waking up. It was a few minutes past seven in the morning.

The itch was back in full force, and I began to dance in the shower while I attempted to turn on the cold water. I danced, avoiding scratching the parts that itched. I turned on the cold shower to ease the burning sensation.

"What is Amelia's mother's name again?" I linked him.

"Seriously, Leo?" he replied, feeling I had troubled him for nothing. My condition in the shower was too much for me to condone his feeling.

"A woman called Gezel Westwood is at the gate and claims to be Amelia's mother. Handle it. The rash is here," I said, turning the shower to full force. It subsided, and I quickly exited the shower. I could not go to Erik with morning breath, so I decided to brush my teeth. While brushing my teeth, the discomfort of the rash returned, burning and itching simultaneously. I was going nuts.

I wore a robe and left my room barefooted and partially wet.

I wasn't thinking straight. My mind was muddled up with the itch and the inflammatory pain I was feeling. It looked like I was dancing in the hallway. I kept my hands from my body to avoid scratching the itch. People looked at me funny, but I had to make it to Erik's room.

I got there and found David there too. He was shirtless and covered in a rash. He was also banging on the door seriously.

We did not exchange pleasantries. There was no need. Our predicament was severe. The discomfort came with anger and a need to blame someone. All I could think of was Erik's inaccurate guesses.

Soon Erik opened the door half asleep, and when he saw us, his eyes widened quickly.

"I suspected you two would be the first to get the rash. Your concentrated Alpha…." He started, and David yelled at him.

"Give us the fucking meds, old man," He said, and he had taken the words out of my mouth. How could Erik think this would be the time to explain why we were the first people at his door?

"I do not have it with me. The nurse at the infirmary would administer it. She is on standby." He said, and David walked away briskly before he could finish the sentence. I followed, too; I just wanted the itch and everything to stop. Everything could wait.