He murmured against my neck, causing me to go hot for him. "Love is a weakness. If you think I’ll fall for it, my little mate, you’re more foolish than I thought." ________ Eve never imagined her fated mate would be the Lycan King who murdered her family. Poisoned and left to die by her ex-husband, she’s forced to seek healing from the king. Axel saves her life, unaware of their connection, while Eve’s wolf grows more desire for the man she’s vowed to destroy. Consumed by hatred and an undeniable pull, Eve faces an impossible choice: fulfill her oath of vengeance or surrender to the bond that defies reason. Can Eve resist the beast that calls to her soul, or will fate shatter them both?
View MoreAlexaBefore the official news broke that the strike would be called off, I already knew. Dr. Chandler had texted me earlier in the day, letting me in on the secret that the doctors were having a crucial meeting. He explained that since healthcare was such a delicate sector, with lives hanging in the balance, the doctors had reached a consensus with the government to resume work. My heart jumped for joy!The anticipation of seeing him again made it hard to stay calm. I couldn’t wait. I knew I was being a bit delusional, but I couldn’t help it.When the news was finally announced to everyone, everyone seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief. Patients and staff alike were thrilled that things would be returning to normal. To be honest, the nurses had really stepped up during the strike, going above and beyond to ensure we were all taken care of. At first, the constant noise had been irritating, but over time, I’d grown used to it—maybe even fond of it. The nurses treated us li
Nelson came over that evening, and we decided to watch the African Champions League together.South Africa had already been disqualified, so Nelson, being a local, wasn’t watching with much enthusiasm. The remaining countries still in the tournament weren’t exactly on friendly terms with South Africa, and the rivalry took the fun out of it for him. On the other hand, as a foreigner, I watched with an open mind, not really rooting for anyone in particular. It was just nice to have something to pass the time.Nelson cracked open a beer in the middle of the match and turned to me with a grim expression. “You know, Chandler, I finally mustered up the courage to talk to Caroline at the club the other night.”I raised an eyebrow, sensing where this was going. “And?”He sighed heavily, taking a swig from his bottle. “She rejected me outright. She said she only sees me as a brother.”Without meaning to, I burst out laughing. Ouch.Nelson glared at me, then looked down at his beer. “Yeah. Mo
ChandlerWhen the strike began, I spent the first three days holed up in my apartment, not stepping foot outside. Thankfully, with the world being as digital as it is, I could get everything I needed online—groceries, takeout, whatever. I thought I would enjoy the break, but by the fourth day, the boredom started creeping in. I realized something that I’d been ignoring for a long time: I hadn’t fucked a girl in months. It wasn’t that doctors didn’t flirt—hell, they were probably the biggest flirts out there. I’d heard more than my fair share of stories about married doctors sleeping around with nurses, patients, and even fellow doctors. It was a crazy cycle, but I guess I’d been so preoccupied with my work that I hadn’t thought much about relationships.And sitting at home, doing nothing but watching movies, reading, and playing video games, gave me a raging boner. I'd grown past porn. They weren't realistic and I hated that some actresses were abused. I preferred the real deal wit
AlexaThe ward had become chaotic ever since the doctors went on strike. The once orderly and quiet corridors were now filled with noise—nurses hurrying back and forth, their conversations louder and more casual than the hushed tones I’d grown used to. Doctors were calm; nurses had frantic energy. Patients were frustrated by the lack of progress in their treatments.All surgeries had been suspended, leaving those who needed urgent care in a difficult position. Some patients were forced to go to private hospitals and clinics, places where the costs were crazy. Some of them were even talking about selling properties just to afford the care they needed. It was heartbreaking, and it made me feel incredibly lucky that, despite everything, I wasn’t in immediate danger. I missed Dr. Chandler more than I wanted to admit. It had been a week since I’d last seen his handsome face. The traction pin on my leg was terrifying, but I hoped it would help align my bones.Despite having the doctor’s
ChandlerMy team consultant, Dr. Bafana, arrived promptly with a group of student doctors trailing behind him. As one of the resident doctors, I was expected to guide them through the ward round, explaining the cases and answering their questions. It was a routine I had grown used to.We started with the patients at the beginning of the ward, moving from bed to bed, discussing their conditions and treatment plans. The students eagerly took notes, some of them asking questions, others simply observing. Dr. Bafana, ever the bragging doctor, led the discussions, and the students hung on to his every word.We reached Alexa’s bed. She was lying on her side, earbuds in. When she saw us approach, she pulled out one of the earbuds and looked at us, mildly annoyed. I couldn’t blame her. It must be frustrating to have a group of doctors crowd around you like you’re some sort of specimen in a lab.“Alexa,” Dr. Bafana smiled. “How are you today?”Alexa gave a small nod in return but didn’t say
AlexaTwo days blurred together as I underwent more and more tests. The doctors wanted to be sure there were no internal injuries, and I was poked and prodded by machines and needles.One of the scans revealed a bone dangerously close to my bladder. It was a good thing I couldn’t move, and that my body had essentially shut down any urge to pass out waste except urine; otherwise, things could have been much worse.I was doing my best not to let Dr. Chandler’s presence get to me. Every time he walked into the room, I felt a ridiculous flutter in my chest. The doctor’s sex appeal was blinding, and it annoyed me to no end.To make matters worse, I was still hurting from Brad's heartbreak. I sent him a text, calling him wicked and heartless. I told him how hurtful it was that he had moved on so quickly, as if I had meant nothing to him at all. With tears blurring my vision, I hit send, not expecting a reply but needing to get the words out of my system.After I sent the message, my mind dr
AlexaThat afternoon, I was transferred out of the accident and emergency ward to the orthopedic ward. The ride on the stretcher on a larger-than-life elevator made me dizzy to the point that I had to shut my eyes. I opened them when we arrived in a massive ward with several wings branching off in different directions. The noise, sterile walls, smell of antiseptic, caused the general feeling of being trapped. They wheeled me into the outer wing, near a large window, and I realized we were probably on the fourth or fifth floor. My new bed was positioned near the window, which I supposed was a small blessing. At least I would have something to look at during the long hours ahead. There was a small table next to my bed, a chair in the corner, and a thin curtain that could be drawn for privacy, though it didn’t seem like it would do much to block out the noise.I took in my new surroundings. The ward was semi-private, with only a few beds in each section. Some patients wore hospital gow
ChandlerGlad the day was finally over, I made my way to the parking lot of Helen Joseph Hospital. My body ached from the physical demands of the job, a deep yawn escaped my lips, and my eyes burned from the fatigue of the long shift.It had been a day like any other in the hospital, filled with the usual challenges - the endless stream of patients, the high-stakes decision-making, the emotional toll of dealing with life and death. All I could think about was soaking in a hot bath, feeling the warm water envelop my weary muscles, and letting out a deep sigh of relief. But despite the exhaustion and stress, I couldn't deny that I loved my job. I loved the rush of adrenaline when a critical patient came in, the satisfaction when a treatment plan came together, and the quiet moments of connection with my patients.So many of my colleagues were eager to leave the country for better opportunities. I understood the allure - better pay, better working conditions, a better quality of life.
The nurses left without another glance, shoes tapping quickly against the tiled floor. They didn’t close the door behind them. I was alone. My limbs were useless, my body stiff and sore, but somehow, my thoughts were not focused on the pain. They were locked on the man who had just entered. This doctor. His presence filled the room like heat from a working stove. I couldn’t move, but I could feel everything, especially between my legs. That place had decided to wake up, even while the rest of me felt like a pile of broken bones.He stepped closer to me. I stopped breathing without meaning to. My chest tightened, and I wondered if he noticed. A strange part of my brain, the one I usually ignored, told me he might kiss me. Just like that. Like in one of those dreamy stories people laugh at but secretly believe in.Instead, he pulled out a flashlight. A small silver one. He clicked it on and pointed it into my eyes. The sudden brightness made me flinch.“Sorry, just checking your pupils,
I lay across my deathbed in the intensive care unit of the pack hospital, waiting for death to come. My body was a prison of pain, each breath dragging me closer to the end.“Fight for us, Eve,” my wolf, Maya’s panicked voice sliced through my consciousness. “You can't give up now.”My cracked lips parted, but no words came out. Maya scratched against me, making me wince. My eyes fluttered closed, and a single tear slid down my temple, disappearing into my matted hair.Beside me was a manila envelope containing all the certificates of my assets: lands, investments, bank details, and everything to be transferred to my husband, Lance, and shared equally with my best friend and doctor, Crystal.Faint voices grew louder outside the door, approaching the room.“Let’s hope she’s dead,” Lance’s voice drifted through the door. “Once this ends, we’ll finally have what we deserve.”My stomach twisted, but I couldn’t make out the rest of the conversation. A sharp giggle pierced the air, too chee...
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