AlexaThe consultant and a group of student doctors gathered around my bed, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from groaning out loud. Student doctors needed real-life experience, that they had to learn somehow, but why did it have to be with me? I just wanted some peace and quiet, was that too much to ask for.?They made me feel like a specimen on display, and the idea of being poked and prodded by a bunch of eager, inexperienced hands made me want to curl up and disappear.The consultant, a middle-aged man with gray hair who always seemed to reek of money, began asking Dr. Chandler questions about my case. He sounded disinterested, as if I were just another file in a long list of cases.“Has her surgery been carried out?”“No, there was no surgery done on her,” Dr. Chandler replied calmly. “The strike actually worked to her advantage. The last X-ray we took showed that a new bone is growing to replace the fractured one.”Dr Chandler had been the one to advocate for me and push aga
Alexa My kiss with Dr. Chandler was bone-tingling. I was a slave to the new sensation, willing to do anything for more. He adored my mouth with his tongue. The kiss was hard, then soft, then hard again. A raw need had made me brutal with desire.We kissed and pounded and tore at each other with savage lust. His lips were fucking magical; so hot, so firm, and yet gentle enough to drive me mad. Everything I felt for him seemed heightened; it was all I could think about. I needed him. Needed his mouth, his hands, his body—wanted his seed. I needed him desperately, urgently, painfully.Tortured moans squeezed past my lips. My nipples tightened to sharp peaks when he fondled my boobs. His eyes were full of heat, and he gave my lower lip a hungry nibble.“We should stop,” he said, his voice thick with desire. Reality came crashing in. The night became too cold, and the scent of flowers no longer excited me. He was rejecting me. “It’s not what you think. We need to be careful. I could l
Chandler Alexa’s angry outburst made me curious about what was happening in her corner. Upset, she laughed with an edge and kept swearing and cursing. A young man was sitting beside her bed, and it didn’t take long to figure out who he was—her ex, the same bastard responsible for the accident that had put her in this hospital. Alexa was distressed. Seeing her in that state made me livid, and I forcefully tried to rein in my emotions.How dare he show up here after abandoning her? He was a white South African with blonde hair and blue eyes. The fucker thought he was special and entitled to break women's hearts.Their noise had already attracted the attention of the other patients in the ward, who were beginning to chime in and yell at Blondie to stand up and leave. Two nosy nurses were making their way over. I walked straight to Alexa’s bed, tapped on the chair where the man was seated, and looked him directly in the eye.“You need to stand up and leave,” I said firmly, making sure
ChandlerOur secret romance began to unfold after that intense, passionate lovemaking. Even though Alexa was still my patient, I imagined a future with her outside the hospital’s walls. The next two weeks were a blur of late-night conversations, secret kisses, and quiet sex that felt more meaningful than anything I had experienced in a long time.To keep our relationship under wraps, I arranged to take double night shifts, covering for Nelson while he took some time off. Nelson knew about my growing feelings for Alexa.“Chandler, what you’re doing with your patient is hot, but you need to be extremely careful. If you get caught, you could be suspended—or worse.”I nodded, understanding the risks but unwilling to let them stop me. “I know, Nelson. I’m being careful. I can’t wait for her to get discharged so we can fuck our brains out.”Nelson raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you worried that she might never walk again? That’s a lot to take on, man.”“She will walk again,” I said with convic
AlexaMy world shattered after Chandler got suspended. Nothing made sense to me anymore. He left without saying goodbye. I had never felt anything like it before—not even when Brad broke up with me or when I had the accident that landed me in this hospital. This was deeper. I couldn’t speak or eat—everything seemed to be spiraling out of control, and I felt utterly powerless to stop it.To make things worse, the news spread like wildfire that Dr. Chandler had been suspended for having sex with a patient. It didn’t take long for everyone in my ward to figure out that the patient was me. The nurses, who had always been kind to me, started looking at me differently. They were disappointed and judged me. Everyone blamed me, saying that I should have known better as a woman. Men could be easily swayed by their desires, and how it was my responsibility to draw the line.They absolved Chandler of any blame by putting it all on me. Women were funny. Most of them claimed to be feminists, bu
AlexaOne morning, after another sleepless night, I woke up with restless energy I hadn’t felt in weeks. The orderly had just finished cleaning up my space, I had taken my morning medication, and the doctors had already done their rounds. It was around 10:00 AM, a time when the hospital was relatively quiet. Most of the doctors were busy with major surgery, and my mom had gone to her store, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I thought that maybe it was time to try walking again. I knew I couldn’t just sit here forever, wallowing in self-pity. I waited for one of the physiotherapists, a young and kind lady who had been working with me, to arrive for our session. When she did, I hesitated momentarily before asking, “Do you think I could try walking today?”She looked at me, clearly unsure if it was a good idea. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself. You've made much progress, but you must still be careful.”“I know, but if I can sit up, I can stand and walk, even if it’s just a few step
AlexaSettling back into a routine was the next step for me. I threw myself into my writing, focused on my articles and did anything to keep my mind occupied. Overthinking had become my worst enemy, and I knew dwelling on things I couldn’t control—like Chandler’s disappearance—would only drive me mad. So, I channeled my energy into my work, hoping that, as an outpatient, I could talk to Dr. Nelson during my checkups.Maybe he could take me to Chandler’s house so I could see what was going on for myself. But I couldn’t get Dr. Nelson’s phone number when I was discharged.My stupid ex started trying to worm his way back into my life, bombarding me with texts and apologies.“I miss you, Lex. I've been carried away for a while, but there's nothing out there for me. Let's get married and pick up where we left off.”Brad was an entitled prick. Maybe two or three months ago, I would have jumped at having him back. But now?Never. I wasn’t the pushover I used to be. The first heartbreak had
Laughter echoed through the halls as they crowned Alpha Alec.He was the heir to a throne built on my family’s grave.I used to walk these halls in silk. Now I scrub their floors with raw hands and silent tears.Alec had been away for six years, training with Northern warriors. He was so ruthless that his bites could break bones. In his years of absence, I had plotted my revenge."You're wasting soap, rat."I flinched as cold water splashed against the side of my face. Laughter followed. Two maids, always eager to bully me whenever the head maid was busy, were at it again.“She thinks scrubbing harder will clean her filthy bloodline,” one of them sneered. Her broom handle knocked over the bucket beside me, spilling soapy water across the floor and into my lap.“Please stop,” I said, keeping my head down.“I hope Alpha Alec throws you into the dungeon so we don’t have to look at your evil eyes anymore.”They had no idea how dark my mind was. I played the meek servant, took all the abu
AlecThe morning after Olga's prophecy was awful.I woke up with a pounding headache, like my skull was about to split open. But as memories of last night came flooding back, the headache was nothing compared to the deep ache in my chest.My mate.The one person destined to be my perfect match was Valen Hunter's daughter. Entirely unsuitable for me.The thought of being bonded to an enemy felt like punishment. I rubbed my forehead, trying to shake off the fog, but my mind kept circling back to the impossibility of it all.How could the goddess be so cruel?I’d always thought I was blessed and destined for power. Life had spoiled me with luxury, and now I was crowned alpha of one of the most powerful packs on the south coast. People envied me. But now, luck had turned its back on me.It felt like the moon goddess herself had said, "You’ve had enough blessings. Time for a change."And she had changed everything.A bond with Vanessa was unthinkable. Packmates would revolt and use it agai
Vanessa The bruises had faded, but the ache remained. It was so deep nothing could touch it. My wolf was still weak from Olga’s wolfsbane. She wasn’t silent, but her voice and cries were faint.I felt sorry for poisoning her in the first place. But if I had to do this over and over to suppress this bond, I wouldn't hesitate.The memory from last night rushed in. Lucas had tried to kill me, and Alec had stopped him, saved me, carried me... then stood over me and said I was a threat.He kept sending mixed signals, confusing me. He needed to pick a side already.Picking a side wouldn’t change the fact that he killed my father. I got dressed and headed out. The morning gong had rung earlier to wake the servants, but no one had woken me. They had all witnessed the horrifying event last night.No high-ranking wolf ever came down to the servants’ quarters.That changed yesterday because of me. Because of me, the Alpha punched his trusted Beta.As I stepped out, everyone stared at me like
AlecLucas slammed the door without knocking."If you’ve lost your damn mind, just say it out loud so I can send for the psychiatrist."I didn’t look up from the blade I was sharpening."Get out.""No. Not until we explain what the hell that was last night."He paced around the room like a rabid dog, chest out, pride bruised."You punched me in front of that servant girl!"My jaw tightened. "Stop whining, Luc. I warned you not to kill her.""And why should I listen to you? She's a traitor's spawn. We should’ve gotten her the moment the bond snapped into place. You think you can hide her? This isn’t about your feelings—it’s about what the Kingdom sees.""Stop it," I said flatly. "You’re beginning to sound like a broken record. I have a mind of my own.""Then use it," he snapped. "You’re showing weakness: This is not like you. I’ll keep reminding you every fucking minute if it keeps you from wrecking your life."I shot him a sharp look. "I hope you haven’t told your loudmouth wife anyth
Vanessa The pack house was riddled with immorality.The sounds of sex echoed off the marbled walls. Every corner reeked of wine and sex.Usually, I found my escape. It was a miracle I hadn’t lost my virginity while living in this immoral pack for eight years.Except for that one time when one of the servant boys, Zachary, tried to lure me into his bed. I always counted myself wise and lucky. My being in the main court was on purpose. I wanted to see Alec's reaction to someone manhandling me. "On your knees, traitor bitch," a drunken gamma slurred as he grabbed a goblet of wine, spilling it down my breasts. "Were you not trained to please?"I smiled, because that’s what servants do, and because I had caught Alec watching.Across the hall, he watched me. He stood at the throne, surrounded by well-wishers. His fiancée, Maya, clung to his arm like a jewel. I was glad that he saw me."I’m sorry, sir," I said softly, taking my time to unzip the drunken gamma.My heart fell. Alec's reactio
AlecShe was gone, but her scent was everywhere.Vanilla, honey, and pure heat underneath.I could smell her need. That scent of a bonded female aching to be claimed. And fuck, my wolf wanted to chase.Before she revealed her name, my heart leapt with excitement. It reminded me of easier times, before the weight of everyone’s expectations had crushed the part of me that used to feel alive.I pressed my back to the wall, breathing like I’d just come out of a fight. The goddess hadn’t given me a mate. She'd shackled me to the daughter of a traitor. Pain twisted in my chest. My wolf was restless, howling for her. I was one second away from losing control."Go to her," he cried. "She’s ours."I ripped the ceremonial robe and tossed it into the flames. Then I began punching the wall repeatedly. I punched until my knuckles bled. Still, the feeling didn’t leave."Shut the fuck up," I bellowed at my wolf, who was starved for our mate’s touch. "Do you even realize what you're asking me to do
Laughter echoed through the halls as they crowned Alpha Alec.He was the heir to a throne built on my family’s grave.I used to walk these halls in silk. Now I scrub their floors with raw hands and silent tears.Alec had been away for six years, training with Northern warriors. He was so ruthless that his bites could break bones. In his years of absence, I had plotted my revenge."You're wasting soap, rat."I flinched as cold water splashed against the side of my face. Laughter followed. Two maids, always eager to bully me whenever the head maid was busy, were at it again.“She thinks scrubbing harder will clean her filthy bloodline,” one of them sneered. Her broom handle knocked over the bucket beside me, spilling soapy water across the floor and into my lap.“Please stop,” I said, keeping my head down.“I hope Alpha Alec throws you into the dungeon so we don’t have to look at your evil eyes anymore.”They had no idea how dark my mind was. I played the meek servant, took all the abu
AlexaSettling back into a routine was the next step for me. I threw myself into my writing, focused on my articles and did anything to keep my mind occupied. Overthinking had become my worst enemy, and I knew dwelling on things I couldn’t control—like Chandler’s disappearance—would only drive me mad. So, I channeled my energy into my work, hoping that, as an outpatient, I could talk to Dr. Nelson during my checkups.Maybe he could take me to Chandler’s house so I could see what was going on for myself. But I couldn’t get Dr. Nelson’s phone number when I was discharged.My stupid ex started trying to worm his way back into my life, bombarding me with texts and apologies.“I miss you, Lex. I've been carried away for a while, but there's nothing out there for me. Let's get married and pick up where we left off.”Brad was an entitled prick. Maybe two or three months ago, I would have jumped at having him back. But now?Never. I wasn’t the pushover I used to be. The first heartbreak had
AlexaOne morning, after another sleepless night, I woke up with restless energy I hadn’t felt in weeks. The orderly had just finished cleaning up my space, I had taken my morning medication, and the doctors had already done their rounds. It was around 10:00 AM, a time when the hospital was relatively quiet. Most of the doctors were busy with major surgery, and my mom had gone to her store, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I thought that maybe it was time to try walking again. I knew I couldn’t just sit here forever, wallowing in self-pity. I waited for one of the physiotherapists, a young and kind lady who had been working with me, to arrive for our session. When she did, I hesitated momentarily before asking, “Do you think I could try walking today?”She looked at me, clearly unsure if it was a good idea. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself. You've made much progress, but you must still be careful.”“I know, but if I can sit up, I can stand and walk, even if it’s just a few step
AlexaMy world shattered after Chandler got suspended. Nothing made sense to me anymore. He left without saying goodbye. I had never felt anything like it before—not even when Brad broke up with me or when I had the accident that landed me in this hospital. This was deeper. I couldn’t speak or eat—everything seemed to be spiraling out of control, and I felt utterly powerless to stop it.To make things worse, the news spread like wildfire that Dr. Chandler had been suspended for having sex with a patient. It didn’t take long for everyone in my ward to figure out that the patient was me. The nurses, who had always been kind to me, started looking at me differently. They were disappointed and judged me. Everyone blamed me, saying that I should have known better as a woman. Men could be easily swayed by their desires, and how it was my responsibility to draw the line.They absolved Chandler of any blame by putting it all on me. Women were funny. Most of them claimed to be feminists, bu