EveI ran as fast as my legs would carry me, faster than a cheetah, as the dogs chased me relentlessly through the garden. Their paws pounded against the earth, as if their sole purpose in life was to sink their teeth into me. Maya was screaming inside my head. If she had the option, she would have swapped owners in a heartbeat. She must have been wondering why on earth a werewolf—one of the most powerful creatures alive—was running from a couple of mere dogs.But no matter how ridiculous it was, I couldn't stop. And strangely, the more I ran, the more excited I felt. The wind rushed past me, the cool night air against my skin, washing away all the other burdens I carried.Then I spotted a mango tree with thick branches sturdy enough to hold my weight. A smirk tugged at my lips. If these dogs thought they had me cornered, they were in for a surprise. Growing up in a pack house surrounded by cousins and friends, I had spent my childhood climbing trees, scaling fences, and engaging in
EveSarai gasped dramatically, gripping the edge of the counter. “I can’t believe Victoria reported you. How petty can she be?”I sighed, wiping my fingers on a napkin. “It’s okay,” I muttered, grabbing a glass of water and taking a quick sip before standing. “Let’s see what he wants.”Axel was sitting alone at his private table when I arrived. His frown was so deep I could see it before even stepping into the room.Oh, this is going to be fun.I wondered if this was about last night—if he had figured out that I was the one lurking behind the lab door. There was no way he didn’t know."What is this?" His voice was sharp as he gestured to his plate.I stopped at a safe distance, stretching my neck to get a better look."That’s scrambled eggs," I answered cautiously.His glare darkened, and for the life of me, I couldn't understand where the joke was."Were you hired to sleep in all morning?" he snapped. "Victoria told me how rude you were to her. How she begged you to help her because
AxelShahar followed closely behind as we walked out to the hangar to fly a mini-plane. The blue sky stretched above us, promising a smooth flight with no turbulence. Shahar pulled up the flight planning app while I climbed into the cockpit, flipping the switches with the ease of muscle memory. The hum of the engine was a familiar comfort as I turned on the master switch, adjusted my headset, and tuned into the local airport frequency.From the corner of my eye, I caught Shahar stealing glances at me—his way of silently asking if I was okay. It was written all over his face, but I was too tired of explaining the same thing over and over again. Some days were better than others, but then there were days like this, where the weight of everything threatened to crush me. Flying was my escape. It was the one place where the sky didn’t judge me, where the air carried me far from the curses that had tethered me to an existence of unhappiness."Gaia thinks I should try shifting again," I sa
Eve I decided to cook to make up for my earlier “disrespect” towards the king. The last thing I wanted was for him to fire me when I hadn’t even fulfilled my mission for being here. If I got kicked out now, all my efforts and the humiliation I had endured would have been for nothing.I chose to make something not too fancy but still wholesome—Cowboy steak with charred corn panzanella. A hearty meal, but not extravagant enough to come across as trying too hard.To distract myself, I tuned into the radio station that broadcasted to the general werewolf packs. The familiar voice of Alex, the presenter, filled the kitchen. I liked him because he was balanced, and never biased. He spoke about issues that truly mattered rather than the usual useless gossip that flooded most channels.As I chopped my avocados, the discussion on the radio deepened. Correspondents called in, talking about the greed among some Alphas who wasted resources meant for their people. Another spoke about the worsenin
Eve Shahar sat beside me in the sitting area of the restaurant, which overlooked the sea. The location was carefully chosen—far from the hustle and bustle of the main pack territory. The atmosphere was intimate, enhanced by the sea breeze that made the lantern-lit ambiance feel even more romantic . The walls were adorned with traditional motifs, and the scent of salt and freshly grilled seafood lingered in the air.Still, despite the beautiful setting, I couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling that we were doing something wrong by leaving Axel all by himself.“He’s fine,” Shahar said for what felt like the thousandth time. “I see you’re wearing your cloak of empathy.”I peeled my gaze away from him and stared at my plate—stir-fried rice noodles with shrimp, tofu, and sauce. Empathy, indeed. If only he knew my real reason for being here. I was on a date with the best friend of my enemy, with the very person who could unwittingly help me get the information I needed. How ironic.“But
EveI brushed my teeth with the force of someone who had swallowed something absolutely disgusting. My grip on the toothbrush was so tight that I felt pity for the poor brush.I kept scrubbing, harder and harder, as if I could erase the memory of what had just happened. I brushed so aggressively that my gums began to sting, but I didn’t stop.Maya was fuming inside me, pacing and growling like a caged animal. But oddly enough, the pain this time wasn’t as sharp as it had been when Axel had been the one betraying us. Maybe because I was the one doing the cheating this time. “He deserves it, " I spat out, rinsing my mouth and squeezing another dollop of toothpaste onto my brush. “Let him feel the same pain he caused us.”But even as I said those words, a sinking feeling settled in my gut. When did I become so stupid? When did my revenge turn into this twisted mess of emotions? Axel had been brought in earlier looking like he had barely survived the day, and here I was, testing his pa
EveAxel didn't come downstairs for breakfast, and with Victoria gone to her family house for the weekend, his meal was in my hands.A maid had informed me that he hadn't left his bedroom since the previous day, and somehow, my messed-up concern for him took over. Against my better judgment, I decided to prepare chicken broth.Before heading to his room, I rushed back into mine, spritzed on a mild body mist, and quickly fixed my hair. I braided it into a long plait before rolling it into a bun and securing it with pins. Then, I washed my hands, carefully plated the food, and took a deep breath before stepping out.Why was I even bothering to look good for someone who couldn’t give two fucks about me?I shook my head, scolding myself internally as I climbed the stairs. When I reached his bedroom door, I hesitated for a brief moment before knocking lightly.Silence.I knocked again, this time a little louder.Still, no response.I exhaled and slowly pushed the door open.Before I even t
AxelA heaviness settled in my limbs, making it nearly impossible to open my eyes. Though I was aware of my surroundings, my body refused to cooperate. It felt like sleep paralysis, where my mind was awake, yet my muscles remained frozen. Even so, I could sense when someone entered the room. The soft pad of footsteps was light, and the scent was undeniably feminine.I struggled to lift my eyelids, fully expecting to see Nina standing over me, as she often did, uninvited and overstepping her boundaries. But when I finally forced my eyes open, I was met with Shahar’s latest fascination, Eve.She stood stiffly beside the bed, rigid as if she had just been caught doing something she shouldn’t have. Her eyes widened in shock, and I could tell she was trying and failing to mask her reaction.Her fingers had been on me.I could feel the sensation—a light touch tracing the scar along my ribcage. She had yanked her hand away as if I had burned her. My gaze scanned the surroundings, noting th
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.