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
EveFire surged from Axel’s body to mine, igniting a lustful, sinful sensation so overwhelming that I was blind to everything but the pleasure coursing through me.He was all I wanted, all I could think about. A forbidden longing had taken root, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.The need to possess him, to be claimed by him, burned hotter than anything I had ever felt.I ran a hand around his abdomen, massaging with oils until he arched into my touch. His breathing grew heavier, and his muscles relaxed beneath my touch.His closed eyes and slightly parted lips were a sign that he was enjoying the sensation of my hands working his muscles.The dirty part of my mind imagined him buried inside me with a savage thrust.I inhaled the scent of the bond, and my chest rose and fell with an unspoken desire.My hands slipped beneath his shirt and stroked over the warm skin. When I rubbed his left nipple between two fingers, he sucked in a breath, and his eyes widened Reality struck.He
EveI hid behind a stone-carved pillar, watching Axel preside over the throne room.He sat in full regalia, a dark military jacket adorned with golden insignias, a cape trimmed with fur flowing behind him like a mark of absolute authority.His presence alone was enough to command the room, and when he spoke, his voice held an effortless power that silenced all other voices—the unmistakable voice of a king.The council members, mostly older males, surrounded him, discussing political matters. Despite Axel being a major asshole, there was something undeniably majestic about him. He exuded control, and whether I liked it or not, I couldn’t deny that it was captivating.I tore my gaze away from him and turned my attention to the two brothers standing before him. A land dispute had brought them here, and I could already tell, even without hearing much, that the older one was greedy and manipulative.“That land was our father’s legacy, not your personal kingdom!” the younger brother argued
AxelWatching my packmates from a vantage point left me feeling stripped of my power, my authority—everything tied to my identity as King.I kept my hands buried in my pockets, leaning against the wall in a secluded section of the castle, a place where no one could find me. An open window and balcony overlooked the wolf parade below, but I had shielded the view with a curtain to ensure no one could look up and see me.The howls and laughter of my packmates drifted upward, piercing through the silence I had wrapped myself in. It was almost laughable how most of them hadn’t even realized something was wrong. Their king was supposed to be leading them, standing at the forefront of every ceremony—except, of course, when unavoidably absent.Perhaps I should thank the fucked up goddess for whoever was ruining my life. Maybe they had also blinded my people to the obvious.&nbs
EveI wouldn’t say I was surprised when Nina slapped me. It would have been more surprising if she hadn’t. The moment she slammed her fork down, her eyes flashing with rage, I knew what was coming.The slap wasn’t even the painful part. What hurt most was Axel sipping his wine, completely unbothered that his mate had just been assaulted—the fact that made my blood boil."Taste it!" Nina shrieked, shoving her plate forward as if daring me. "How dare you make this trash and try to pin the blame on me?"I remained composed. There was no need to taste it—I was the one who had prepared and served her meal, and I knew exactly what I had done.Yes, I had deliberately over-salted it.Maya had been relentless, whispering in my mind, urging me to do something to ruin Nina’s perfect evening. And like a fool, I had let my wolf’s
EveA deep and intense longing made my skin grow feverish with desire—all thanks to Axel’s scent.His mere presence sent my heartbeat into a frenzied rhythm, my body hyper-aware of his scent. Lust, beyond my control, wrapped around me.Although hesitant, I needed to compose myself and scan the lab for wolfsbane. Axel, dressed in protective gear, hadn't even turned around. He seemed focused on his task. The air was thick with the scent of medicinal herbs, chemicals, and sterilized glass. I wondered what invention he was working on.Tonight, I was going to conclude my findings about him. If he genuinely felt nothing, he wouldn’t react—but he should have smelled me the moment I stepped in.I pushed aside my tangled emotions, focusing instead on the clinking of glass bottles as he arranged them, the bubbling of a heated solution
Axel I breathed in Eve’s scent. The moment was heady and fucking intoxicating.Her breath hitched, and a breathy moan escaped her lips—a sound so soft yet so devastating that it sent a pulse of heat straight through me. She was still fully clothed, but it didn’t matter. The silky heat between her thighs drew me in, tempting me beyond reason. Tempting me to fuck her.My fingers tightened on her waist, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her dress. She arched and pressed closer, and the friction ignited a dangerous lust in my loins.I lost the last remnants of restraint, diving in to claim her lips. The moment our mouths met, everything else ceased to exist. The kiss was sinful, like a crime I was willing to commit over and over again. Her lips were impossibly soft, molding against mine with a desperate kind of urgency. My hands roamed up her back, gripping her tighter as her fingers curled into my shirt, clutching me as if she was afraid I’d pull away.Our to
EveMy lips pressed together in a grimace as I tried to stop the panicked feeling creeping into my head. Instinct told me to put out the fire, but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to move.Axel’s cough was rough, almost violent, and the industrial stove kept spewing smoke.It would be so easy to just let him choke on it, a wicked part of me whispered. But Maya wouldn’t let me abandon our mate."Put out the fire, you fool!" she cried in my head.I struggled to find my footing as my eyes started to burn. Stumbling forward, I headed for the stove. Flames licked at the metal, and the knobs and burners were different from what I was used to. It was a huge machine, and I had no idea how to work it. My heart pounded, and my vision blurred from the fumes."What the hell are these terms?" I cried out. The controls were written in some twisted scientific language. I twisted one knob desperately, but nothing happened.Axel was on all fours now. Every muscle in his body seemed locked in a
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.