All Chapters of Stuck Between Two Alphas : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Get me the pacemaker." Dr. Bart raised his voice above the beeping monitor, and Nurse Julia scurried to get it from the ward where instruments were kept." Pass me the defibrillator." Dr. Bart ordered, as her pulse began to drop rapidly. Nurse Cindy connected it and he placed it on her chest. Amelia jerked as the shock coursed through her, causing Dr. Bart to relax a bit. He placed it on her chest the second time, and her upper body jerked in response. He felt for her pulse which was a tad bit louder than before. Just then, Nurse Julia returned with the pacemaker, " Here it is, sir." She placed it on the sterilized table. " Let's watch her for a few hours." He replied instead and watched the monitor lines move in a regular pattern. Thankfully the loud beep had reduced.When he was certain that she was fine, he turned towards the two nurses who stared at him expectantly. "Nurse Cindy, you will relieve Julia of her duty tonight." Then he picked up his writing pad and strode out of t

Cover for me!" Cisca told Reagan and ducked behind the stable door. " What?" Reagan asked, and understanding dawned on her when she saw Stiles approaching. She maintained a calm composure when he got nearer. " Good morning, Prince Stiles." He replied.Stiles pinned her with a straight look, " Where is Cisca?" Reagan shrugged, and her face contorted into confusion, " I don't know, she is supposed to be here." " Quit the act," Stiles replied. Her pretentious look irritated him.Reagan straightened and looked at him with a straight face, refusing to be intimidated.Stiles took a cursory glance around the environment, and his nose slightly twitched. " Where is she?" He inquired." I don't know sir." She replied and his hand smacked against her cheek." You dare lie in my very presence? How dare you?!" He boomed. Reagan moved her cheek around to relax the muscle that shifted when the slap was delivered." I don't know where she is!" Reagan cried and Stiles was red hot with anger." Re

Martin pushed the door open and Nicky looked at the door to see the intruder. Martin frowned," Hey, Mom. I heard your voice from my room. What is going on?" He feigned ignorance.Nicky pointed an accusing finger at Reagan whose head was bent." This girl stole a cologne. Did you know that my ring was stolen?" She asked in anger.Martin's eyes widened in shock, " The one that the king gave you as a gift?" He asked. His mom had always cherished that ring and never allowed anyone to touch it. She only wore it on special occasions. " Who do you suspect?" He was genuinely interested.She gave Reagan a wicked stare, " It must be the maids of course. Only she and Cisca works in the house." " We don't have proof. I don't think they did it." " Martin, don't start. These girls are thieves." She maintained eye contact with Reagan who averted her gaze.Martin turned to Reagan, " Whose perfume did you wear? Speak the trusty and just maybe my mother can be kind to you." Reagan was almost cryin

A wave of despair descended on Stiles the instant he saw the ruins of what was once a great building. The smell of the smoke hung pungently in the air as black soot covered the ground. How dare Maxwell try to cause disarray in his pack? He hadn't even become king and this was already happening. With stone cold eyes, he turned to the guard, " Are there any casualties?"" None sir. The children were gotten to safety before it crossed to their quarters." The guard answered Stiles felt like someone was watching him, and he stiffened, he took a wild guess and turned. Behold, he locked gazes with Alden's judgemental ones. He knew the source of the fire. Turning to the guard, Stiles inquired, "Did anyone see the culprits or know how it started?" They shook their heads, and a man raised his hand. " I saw a man wearing a black garb, running towards the forest." " Find him!" Stiles ordered and marched toward the second building, the one the children were moved to. The children cowered whe

Stiles flung a withering stare at Dr.Bart who managed to show little remorse. His gaze flickered from one end of the office to the other. " I take it, you know the reason I am here." Stiles broke the silence that stretched on like an infinite woven thread. Dr. Bart had the decency to bow his head, " I'm sorry that you had to find out this way." He apologized weakly. Wrath bubbled inside Stiles threatening to spill and cause him to do something evil like strike him across the cheek. "You are not sorry for what you did, only how I found out?" He inquired, to see if he was the one with the ear problem. Dr. Bart's head snapped up immediately, " I'm sorry that statement came out wrongly. I'm genuinely sorry." He replied.A myriad of graphic images played in Stiles'mind, followed by malevolent thoughts on how to deal with this doctor standing in front of him. They were very fulfilling like cutting his parts into bits and pieces, or making him rot in the dungeon, cutting his tongue off,