The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson novel Chapter 310

Chapter 310 

Harper couldn’t believe it. 

She stared at both women, lying next to each other in the hospital room. 

They looked damn near identical. Which was a good thing because it meant that color was starting to come back to Taya’s cheeks. 

The sisters’ hands were stretched across the beds, their fingers entwined and palms pressed together where Taya’s sister-who had finally told them her name was Rosalie-had cut used the knife to slice them open. 

At first glance, it was hard to tell which sister was which. If Harper didn’t know better because Rosalie had told them she was five years older, she would think they were twins. 

Stella was equally entranced by the scene before her. She’d never seen or heard of anything like this, and as the Knight pack doctor, she had millions of questions to ask once Rosalie was recovered. 

Knowledge like this had the potential to unlock unheard of healing abilities for shifters not only in the Knight pack, but everywhere. Of course, opening this door could lead to a world of problems, but she didn’t want to think about that right now. 

She’d save those worries for later. 

And that was if this crazy thing even worked. It was still too unreal to believe until she saw Taya shift into a wolf with her 

own eyes. 

“He’s…coming…” 

Rosalie’s words pulled Stella from her thoughts. 

“Who?” she asked. 

“Change…back…” Rosalie gasped out. 

“What is she talking about?” Harper asked, rushing over to Stella’s side and looking down at Rosalie. 

“I’m not sure,” Stella answered. 

Rosalie’s eyebrows were pulled together, and her eyes were squinted closed as if she were in pain. 

Was the process supposed to hurt like this? Was this normal? 

Stella wrung her hands, wishing she’d thought to ask about what would happen. But Rosalie had been in such a rush, there hadn’t been time to get any more information out of her. All the woman had done was bark out orders, and she’d completed the transformation ritual in a blur of muttered words and 

movement. 

“Sir! Stop!”