Lucien woke up with a pounding head and a cold so nasty it felt like ice water sitting in his lungs.
Even the doctor shook his head while packing up his bag, unable to hide the disappointment.
This was his third emergency call to the island in less than a month for the same patient and the same reason, and once again he left behind the same stack of precautions and medication.
The only difference this time was the extra vitamins and flu medicine he practically begged Lucien to take.
Lucien sniffed hard. "Accho!" He sneezed with enough force to shake the pillows.
His nose immediately flooded, and he glared at the three alphas sitting stiffly on the sofa like children waiting to be scolded.
"I told you I was freezing," he grumbled, voice thick and miserable.
"Look at the doctor's face. Even he is tired of telling you idiots to stop using me like a toy. You think I'm a sex doll?"
