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CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE: THEY KIDNAPPED THE WRONG SHE-WOLF
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Brocks Point of View-
Dr. Mildred was already there, her eyebrows furrowing, not at the situation at hand, but at the peculiar scene of a potential alpha wolf apologizing to an unconscious woman as if she could admonish him for being too rough.
"Put her down here, gently!" Dr. Mildred instructed as she guided the gurney beside me.
I obliged, taking all measures to secure Stephanie's ease, but as the doctor attempted to dismiss me, a fierce protectiveness surged within me. She was my mate, and the primal beast within—my wolf—threatened to unleash havoc, adamant that we are not torn from the side of our destined Luna.
Dr. Mildred exhaled loudly, her gaze flickering between the nervous interns peeping through the door and the hulking alpha male before her, whose eyes sparkled with undue intensity. "Fine," she said, pressing a hand to her temple. "You can stay, but only if you behave. This is
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