AlexaBefore 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
ChandlerI had to hurry with inserting the catheter because I almost jizzed on my pants. Alexa's shaved pussy called out to me, begging me to touch and caress it, but I couldn't bring myself to violate her. My feelings for her had spiraled out of control, and I knew I was walking a very fine line between staying professional and fucking her brains out. That’s why I kept my interactions with her so formal during rounds. She liked me too. Her clit was engorged when I touched her. As a doctor, I knew the female body parts so well that I could predict exactly how she would react to certain stimuli— the way her breathing intensified when I shaved her, the way she almost whimpered with pleasure…I imagined her hips bucking uncontrollably against my mouth. It became tough for me to restrain myself. Alexa had been giving me subtle hints, little green lights that I knew I should ignore but couldn’t. When I saw her laughing and chatting with the brother of her bedside neighbor, I grew irrati
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
The private jet landed in the Lycan pack's territory, revealing a walled city with a castle at its center, surrounded by forests.I lay on a stretcher, struggling to breathe, and Maya whimpered faintly in my mind. Crystal adjusted my oxygen mask and gestured towards the waiting ambulance outside. Crystal was my lifesaver. She had arranged everything with the medics here.“You’ll be fine,” she whispered to me. “We’re heading to the Metropolitan Healing Center.”I tried to speak, but only a weak wheeze escaped my lips.My mind whispered treacherous thoughts. A king who heals by day and murders by night. What a fucking joke.Would my parents hate me for going to their murderer? The thought suffocated me with guilt. I shut my eyes tightly as if darkness could shield me from the weight of my decisions. The memory of their deaths came rushing back. Six years ago, after returning from warrior training, sweating, and feeling accomplished, I noticed the gloomy energy in the pack house.Someth
Crystal’s mouth gaped as if I'd just spoken a foreign language. She dabbed at my forehead with an almost warm rag, useless against the fever still gripping my body.“Talk to me, Eve,” she paused, leaning closer. “You just smiled. What’s happening?”What’s happening? Where could I even start? Could I begin to tell her that the murderer who just walked past was my mate—someone who didn’t even glance at me?“I... I don’t know,” I said weakly, attempting a response. “I still feel sick but a bit... relieved.”She searched my face, and her worry shifted into confusion. “You’ve been fading for weeks. I don’t understand.”“Keep it down,” I muttered, my eyes darting to the nurses nearby. “I don’t want anybody knowing.”“I’ve seen dying patients who experience a burst of energy as if they’ve been given a new lease on life. But it’s short-lived, and they die. I want to be sure—”“It’s nothing like that,” I assured her.She didn’t believe me, and while she turned back to the waiting section, look
Axel I could feel the hungry, expectant stares from patients, nurses, and staff alike. They all reeked of greed and desperation. Patients who were genuinely sick were here to be healed, while those desperate to seduce me watched with shameless longing. I was their king, their savior, and their fantasy.Rumors of me searching for a mate had sent the pack's females into a frantic frenzy. Every woman, from maids to nurses, even those who were married, threw themselves at me, with some falsely claiming to feel a bond.I sometimes gave in to their advances, letting the attention from the women distract me, but it never truly filled the emptiness within me. The constant attention disgusted me—not that I didn’t enjoy the power it gave me. But it wasn’t enough. With a scoff, I gazed at my drink, aware of the cruel irony—a healer, blessed with the ability to mend broken bodies yet cursed never to heal his own.The Metropolitan Healing Center had become my way of channeling my frustrations.
Eve A bland meal was before me, but my hunger was stronger, making me willing to eat. Picking up the fork, I poked at the potatoes and sliced through their mushy texture. Surprisingly, when I took a bite, it tasted better than it looked.I was alone as Crystal had dashed back to our pack to manage the hospital. I could manage basic tasks, although with some difficulty, but I assured her I’d be fine, and she promised to return before my next round of medication.My mind wandered back to our last conversation. She had been just as confused and worried as I was about my mate not acknowledging the bond.“Are you going to confront him and demand answers?”“What would I even say?” I replied wearily. “He killed my parents. I vowed on their graves to end his life. Nothing makes sense anymore.”Her eyes softened, and she reached across the table to squeeze my hand. “You don’t have to have all the answers right now. Take it one day at a time.”My lips twisted into a bitter smile. “Sure, let’s
Eve My heart pounded in an uncoordinated rhythm that refused to settle, as if it were trying to escape the cage of my ribs. Each thump sent shockwaves through my body, all thanks to this murderer's intoxicating scent that stirred something raw within me.No matter how much I tried to ignore it, his scent curled around my senses. I heard a roaring in my ears and I had to clamp my teeth shut to stop myself from crying out.I couldn't explain how I hated someone, yet my wolf grew restless with need. It was a whirlwind of feelings bubbling inside me, threatening to explode. Feeling a desire for him was dishonorable to my parents, who died unjustly. It was shameful.Across the room, Shahar leaned against the counter, watching me. He was just the opposite of Axel, with a warm smile and confidence that seemed to reach right out to me. It felt real, open, and maybe even a little comforting.I might have felt proud or curious that a good-looking male was paying attention to me in another lif
ChandlerI had to hurry with inserting the catheter because I almost jizzed on my pants. Alexa's shaved pussy called out to me, begging me to touch and caress it, but I couldn't bring myself to violate her. My feelings for her had spiraled out of control, and I knew I was walking a very fine line between staying professional and fucking her brains out. That’s why I kept my interactions with her so formal during rounds. She liked me too. Her clit was engorged when I touched her. As a doctor, I knew the female body parts so well that I could predict exactly how she would react to certain stimuli— the way her breathing intensified when I shaved her, the way she almost whimpered with pleasure…I imagined her hips bucking uncontrollably against my mouth. It became tough for me to restrain myself. Alexa had been giving me subtle hints, little green lights that I knew I should ignore but couldn’t. When I saw her laughing and chatting with the brother of her bedside neighbor, I grew irrati
AlexaBefore 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.