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Rather than succumb to the chemical manipulation, Connor grabbed a silver letter opener from his desk. He deliberately sliced his palm, using the searing pain to maintain mental clarity.
Silver burned against werewolf flesh like acid. The agony cut through the drug’s influence, keeping his mind sharp.
Blood dripped onto the expensive carpet as Connor fought against the chemical assault on his wolf nature.
He pressed the intercom button with his uninjured hand. “Frank, get up here now. Emergency.”
Victoria continued her seductive display, now wearing only her undergarments. “You can’t resist me forever, Connor.”
Frank Langley burst through the door moments later. He found Victoria in a state of undress and immediately understood the gravity of the situation.
His forehead beaded with sweat as he stammered an apology. “Alpha Connor, I sincerely apologize for this serious security breach.”
Frank’s mind raced with horror. This woman had drugged his Alpha and attempted to force herself on him.
He noticed Connor’s bleeding palm and the silver letter opener still in his grip. Frank realized the Alpha had used silver’s painful effects to resist the wolfsbane’s influence.
The sight filled Frank with both admiration for his Alpha’s strength and terror at his own failure to prevent this attack.
“Remove her,” Connor commanded through gritted teeth. “Now.”
Frank quickly wrapped Victoria in a bathroom towel and lifted her from the chair. She struggled against his grip but couldn’t break free.
“This isn’t over, Connor!” Victoria screamed as Frank carried her toward the door. “You belong with me!”
Frank carried her from the suite without another word, his face grim with determination.
Left alone, Connor collapsed onto the sofa, tilting his head back as the wolfsbane continued burning through his system.
Despite his pain and rage, one name escaped his lips in a whispered plea. “Livvy, Livvy…”
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Frank Langley’s hands trembled as he dialed Dr. Marcus Thornfield’s emergency number. The pack physician was staying at the Manor Guest Suite, on standby for any medical emergencies.
“Doctor, this is Frank. Alpha Connor needs immediate medical attention,” he said urgently into the phone.
“What happened?” Dr. Thornfield’s voice was sharp with concern.
“Wolfsbane poisoning. A woman drugged him with derivatives. He’s fighting it but his condition is deteriorating rapidly.”
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Keep him conscious and don’t let him shift.”
Frank paced the presidential suite anxiously. Connor lay on the sofa, his face pale and covered in sweat. The Alpha’s breathing was labored, his ice-blue eyes unfocused.
“Alpha, the doctor is coming,” Frank said softly.
Connor’s only response was a weak groan. His body trembled as the supernatural toxins coursed through his system.
Dr. Thornfield arrived with his medical bag, immediately assessing Connor’s condition. His expression grew grave as he checked the Alpha’s pulse and temperature.
“The wolfsbane concentration is significant,” he muttered, preparing a syringe. “This will counteract the worst effects.”
He injected the antidote directly into Connor’s bloodstream. The Alpha’s breathing gradually steadied, though his color remained dangerously pale.
“Frank, what happened to the woman responsible?” Dr. Thornfield asked while monitoring Connor’s vital signs.
“I handed her over to Shadowmere Law Enforcement. She’s been arrested for assault and attempted poisoning.”
The doctor nodded grimly. “Good. This could have killed him if left untreated.”
Frank’s wolf whimpered with guilt. His security failure had nearly cost his Alpha’s life.
“Doctor, will he recover fully?” Frank asked, dreading the answer.
Dr. Thornfield packed his medical supplies with practiced efficiency. “I can only provide temporary relief. The wolfsbane compound is unknown to me.”
“What does that mean?”
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“He needs immediate hospitalization for proper supernatural medical treatment. Harbor City Memorial Hospital has the specialized equipment required.”
Frank’s heart sank. “I’ll arrange transport immediately.”
“No commercial flights. His condition is too unstable. We need a private medical jet.”
Within an hour, they were airborne toward Harbor City. Connor remained unconscious throughout the flight, his breathing shallow but steady.
Frank sat beside his Alpha’s stretcher, consumed by self-recrimination. His one job was protecting Connor, and he had failed catastrophically.
At Harbor City Memorial Hospital, Connor was rushed to the Intensive Care Unit. Dr. Thornfield worked alongside the hospital’s supernatural medical team.
Frank waited in the corridor, expecting the worst. When Connor finally regained consciousness, his face was still pale from the lingering wolfsbane effects.
“Frank,” Connor’s voice was barely a whisper.
“Alpha, I’m here.” Frank approached the hospital bed cautiously.
Connor’s ice-blue eyes focused on his senior beta with difficulty. “Report.”
Frank’s throat constricted with fear. He had dreaded this moment since the incident began.
“Alpha, I take full responsibility for the security breach. Victoria Hartwell gained access to your suite using my stolen keycard.”
Connor’s expression turned glacial. “How did she obtain your keycard?”
“She deliberately bumped into me in the Hotel Grand Lobby. I didn’t realize she had pickpocketed it until after the incident.”
Connor’s jaw clenched with barely controlled fury. “Where is she now?”
“In Shadowmere Law Enforcement custody, charged with assault, attempted poisoning, and breaking and entering.”
“And her family’s company?”
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Frank swallowed hard. “Shadowmere Holdings maintains several cooperation agreements with Rivers Pack Holdings.”
Connor’s voice turned deadly quiet. “Terminate all agreements immediately. Begin hostile acquisition proceedings against their company.”
“Alpha, that will cost millions-“
