All Chapters of Healing Powers: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adam POV Sitting in the chair waiting for Jenna, I look up to see tears in Jenna’s eyes. Standing, I move forward to her and take her into my arms. She goes easily and I hold her tightly as she just leans on me. I heard a lot of what was happening in the room. I heard the strength in Jenna’s voice as she talked the she-wolf through what sounded like a challenging deliver. Let’s be real. Delivering babies was not for the faint of heart, which is why men weren’t the ones to do it. I couldn’t believe how proud I was of her. This young woman, my mate, delivered a healthy pup just minutes ago. She released me wiping her eyes. “Sorry, I just find birth such a miracle,” she murmurs as she moves away from me. I had never thought of it before, but hearing it from the outside of the room, it was an amazing event. Looking at her watch, Jenna sighs. “Why don’t you head back to the Pack house and get some rest?” I say to her. “Yes, I will. I have

Adam POV I had woken up early afternoon, feeling guilty for my last words to Jenna. I had no right to question her commitment after she spent the night looking after my Pack members. Particularly when our own Pack doctor had frigged off. He was next on my list of duties, after I checked in with Sam and Jack. Grabbing a quick shower, I throw on jeans and a black t-shirt. I had no meetings today, so it wasn’t necessary to be dressed for business. I make my way down to the dining hall to grab a coffee. I was late for lunch, and I would not expect my Omegas to prepare something for me, even though they had offered. Coffee would suffice until supper. Mind-linking Sam and Jack to meet me in my office, I started to walk out of the dining hall when I saw Wendy waiting in the lobby. “What the hell are you doing here?” I ask Wendy. She knew she wasn’t permitted in the Pack house as part of her punishment. I had moved her to the Omegas lodging after

Adam POV I made my way back to Jenna’s room to retrieve her cell phone. I looked around her room but didn’t see it. It must be in her backpack. I move over to open it and notice a funny smell associated with the bag. Almost like it is a clinical smell. Similar to the smells at the Pack hospital. Opening the bag I see a used pair of scrubs, which I toss into her laundry basket. Rooting through I still don’t see her phone. Realizing I had missed her purse, I look around and spot it on the table beside her bed. Opening that I root around. Man how do women find anything in these satchels, I wonder to myself. I finally find her phone when I also find stuck to it an identification card. Doctor Jenna Frasier, from a hospital about an hour or so away from the Pack. What the hell did she have this for? Who is this woman? She’s supposed to be a spoiled rich girl. Does she volunteer at the hospital and is faking being a doctor? I have no idea, but I know

Jenna POV “For now, we do our best to keep it a secret from the rest of the Pack. I only know one warrior who is aware, and I have Alpha commanded them to not share the information with anyone else,” Adam says. “Who knew?” Sam asks. Adam looks a little uncomfortable, “Wendy was there the night the warrior was attacked. The rogues told them about the healer being a red head,” he says. Feeling a wave of uneasiness roll over me, I consider what Adam is saying. Wendy, of all people, is aware of what I am. Whether she can speak to it or not, is irrelevant. She knows something of danger to me and the Pack. “We will need to keep a close eye on her,” Sam says looking equally uncomfortable. Jack nods, “It is no secret she does not like Jenna,” he adds. We all knew the implications of Wendy being aware of anything that relates to me. Adam looks uncomfortable but I do not feel any sympathy for him. This just brings my anger back around everything that had happened. If he had not b

Adam POV My heart sank. What had started as a good day with Jenna starting to trust us and open up to us had turned to a shit storm. Clearing my throat, “What do you mean doctor?” I ask optimistically. My stomach churns waiting for his reply. “We were able to remove most of the excess blood from her brain. She does have one small spot which is still bleeding. It is a slow bleed, so I am going to monitor it and hope it clears on its own,” he says. Okay that doesn’t sound so bad; what’s the catch? “There could be some short-term memory loss when she wakes up,” he continues. “Well, we will have to wait and see,” I interject. Nodding his yes, “The concern for me is that while we were operating, she slipped into a coma,” Doctor Rivers states. What did that mean? People went into comas all the time, particularly wolves when they had to focus on healing themselves. It was like the doctor could read my mind, “Unlike when we put them into an indu