Chapter 295 What are You Saying Doctor
Leela pushed off the wall, her elemental eyes widening in pure, unadulterated horror as the pieces violently snapped together. She looked at Jax, whose golden eyes were rapidly darkening into a lethal, bloodthirsty amber.
"Magda," Leela whispered, the name tasting like absolute poison on her tongue.
Dr. Chatmory looked between the Luna and the Beta. "Your pack healer?"
"Our pack healer was a traitor," Jax snarled, his massive hands gripping the arms of his chair so hard the wood audibly groaned under the pressure. The towering Lycan was practically vibrating with a sudden, blinding rage. "She was working directly with Damon. My father."
"The genetic research," Leela breathed, her hands balling into tight fists at her sides as Damon's arrogant boasts from the subterranean bunker echoed in her mind.
Damon hadn't just been experimenting on synthetic clones down in the dark. He had been using the trusted pack healer to secretly run his twisted, unnatural experiments on pregnant females right out in the open, right under the Alpha King's nose. Magda had been slipping Damon's synthetic Lycan serum into Ginny's prenatal care for months.
The horrifying reality of Magda's betrayal hung heavily in the sterile air of the doctor's office. Ginny sat completely frozen, her mortal mind struggling to process the sheer violation of it all. The woman she had trusted, the healer she had apprenticed under and allowed to care for her unborn child, had been slowly, methodically poisoning her.
Seeing the sheer terror pooling in his mate's eyes, Jax instantly forced his blinding, bloodthirsty rage back down. He needed to be her anchor.
Jax immediately reached across the armrest, his massive, heavily scarred hand enveloping Ginny's trembling right hand. Without a single word, Leela pushed off the wall and stepped to Ginny's other side, firmly and protectively grasping her left hand. Flanked by her towering Lycan mate and her fiercely loyal best friend, Ginny let out a shaky breath, anchoring herself to their combined strength.
"Doc," Jax rumbled, his voice incredibly tight as he kept his glowing golden eyes locked on the physician. "What exactly does this mean for Ginny? Is it going to kill her?"
Dr. Chatmory immediately shook his head, holding up a reassuring hand.
"No, Jax. She is going to be alright," the doctor stated firmly, tapping his pen against the lab printout. "From what I can tell looking at these markers, the synthetic sequence is actively breaking down. Because the injections stopped when Damon and Magda were exposed, Ginny's mortal immune system is finally winning the battle. Her body is actively rejecting the foreign DNA, and it is naturally working its way out of her system."
Ginny let out a sharp breath, her fingers tightening around Jax's hand as she blinked back the sudden sting of tears. She hadn't even realized she'd been holding her breath until that moment.
"Okay," she managed, her voice surprisingly steady despite the way her pulse still hammered in her throat. "So, we're not completely fucked. That's...something."
But Dr. Chatmory didn't set his pen down. He looked away from the lab results and shifted his gaze over to the heavy car seat resting on the examination table, where little Iggy was sleeping peacefully.
The doctor's kind face pulled into a tight, incredibly serious frown.
"Ginny's human body is flushing it out," Dr. Chatmory repeated softly, his tone heavy with sudden, clinical caution. "But she was carrying a Lycan heir while these synthetic serums were being introduced directly into her bloodstream."
Jax's jaw ticked, the lethal, protective shadow instantly returning to his broad shoulders. "What are you saying, Doctor?"
"I am saying," Dr. Chatmory sighed, reaching for a fresh pair of medical gloves, "that I need to check Iggy's blood work immediately. Ginny's human biology rejected Damon's twisted science. But we need to see if the synthetic serum crossed the placental barrier... and exactly how Iggy's Lycan DNA reacted to it."
The heavy silence in the office thickened as Dr. Chatmory gestured toward the car seat resting on the examination table.
"I mean, look at the numbers," Dr. Chatmory reasoned, his voice gentle but laced with unavoidable medical concern. "You are telling me this baby is only two weeks old and was born almost two months early. Yet, he already weighs nine solid pounds and is consuming calories at an astonishing rate."
Jax stiffened, the proud amusement he had felt earlier about his son's size completely vanishing, replaced by a cold, sharp spike of parental terror.
Dr. Chatmory met the towering Beta's glowing golden eyes, his expression completely honest.
"I am truly hoping that it is exactly like you said, Jax. I'm hoping he is just a Blackwood boy, carrying ancient Lycan genetics that make him naturally massive," the doctor admitted, snapping the fresh medical gloves onto his hands. "But with the presence of Damon's synthetic DNA in Ginny's system, we cannot leave this to chance. We have to be absolutely certain his rapid growth and development don't have something to do with the serum."
Ginny let out a choked, terrified sob. The idea that Damon's twisted science might have touched her innocent, sleeping baby was almost too much to bear.
"Do it," Jax ordered, his voice dropping into a rough, jagged growl that left absolutely zero room for hesitation. He didn't let go of Ginny's hand, his thumb rubbing soothing, frantic circles against her knuckles. "Run whatever tests you have to run, Doc. Just tell me my son is safe."
Leela squeezed Ginny’s other hand, her elemental eyes flashing with a fierce, protective light. "We are right here, Ginny. Whatever it is, we will handle it."
She turned her head slightly, glancing at the infant carrier sitting safely on the exam table. Their son—tiny, perfect, and blessedly asleep—curled his little fingers in his sleep, oblivious to the storm raging around him. The sight punched through her ribs like a dull blade. When would Damon's poison stop seeping into their lives? When would their child be safe to grow up without his grandfather's monstrous legacy breathing down his neck? Ginny felt like screaming.