All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha’s Fake Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

 *** Ariana’s POV “The only fever you should be looking for is the one I give you... right there,” Draven’s voice dripped with desire as his eyes roamed my body, lingering on my most intimate places. I stood completely naked in front of him, exposed but unashamed. My skin hummed with heat, a warmth spreading through my body, pooling between my thighs. My small nub throbbed, swollen, and aching. Draven, shirtless like he was that morning at breakfast, gripped my arms. His hands were firm, but he didn’t need to pull me—I wanted to be there. Straddling his lap, my hands pressed flat against his chest, I nestled my face into the crook of his neck, righ

 *** Ariana’s POV My body ached, and a dull pain throbbed in my chest. I blinked, trying to focus on the room around me. Everything was hazy, but the scent of Draven lingered, wrapping around me like a shadow I couldn’t shake.  “Draven…” I quarried inwardly, failing miserably to push myself into a sitting position. Thinking his name caused a tingling sensation in my mind that felt like it could become a migraine with just the slightest nudge. “Easy there, Lady Miria.” Beta Simon’s voice cut through the fog. He was sitting by my bedside, a calm presence amid the chaos in my head. “What... what happened?” I rasped, my throat dry. Flashes of the Milk T

*** Ariana’s POVA bit over 2 weeks had passed since my initial changes, and my ward was thriving—patients were seen quickly, the waiting room was almost empty, and 15 new jobs were created, including a part-time daycare for families. Dr. Alexander had even devised a fast track to pack membership, and several families from disbanded packs had already taken advantage of it. It was a success beyond anything I could have imagined, and if this was my only achievement before being sent away, it was something to be proud of.But tonight was the Moon Festival, and my excitement over the hospital didn’t translate. Beta Simon had insisted I sit with the Alpha and the elders, but I’d managed to tuck myself into the background. Passing Draven in a hallway had become more than my senses could process. Every time he was close, an uncomfortable heat would rise in me, some desire I couldn’t control. It was too embarrassing, and I just wanted to avoid any more body betrayals.The lack of acknowledgme

I expected more pain. Instead, my shoulder felt... fine. Surprisingly fine. Only an hour ago, I could barely move anything associated with my shoulder, and now I was making a full fist like nothing had happened.“It takes me longer to recover from a stubbed toe,” I muttered to myself, flexing my hand in disbelief.Beta Simon looked up from his spot across from Draven. “What was that?”“Nothing,” I waved him off, but my mind raced. This kind of rapid healing wasn’t typical. Not for me. It’s the sort of thing that would happen if I had a wolf—which I don’t. Almost all the other options seemed implausible.“Sit,” Draven gestured to the chair across from him, breaking my chain of thought. I can feel my face flush as his eyes roam my body, settling on my shoulder. “Ah, yes, my latest battle scar,” I tried to jest, eyeing Draven, “It’s healing better than it should really. Milk thorn is apparently a more formidable foe than the guest in lockdown.”My icebreaker earned a smirk from Simon… a

*** Ariana’s POVThe hospital was quiet, almost eerily so, even for so late at night. The usual hum of voices and bustling footsteps had been replaced by silence; most of the staff had taken time off for the Moon Festival, leaving only a skeleton crew behind.I made my way to Dr. Alexander’s office, feeling the steady weight of the key pressing against my thigh with each step. His door was locked, and a quick glance through the glass showed his desk empty. Where was he? I tried calling him with my new phone, but the phone rang in the locked office, echoing back to me from just beyond the closed door. Instead, I spotted a nurse down the hall and approached her. “Could you page Dr. Alexander?” I asked, the urgency obvious in my voice, “Beta Simon has an urgent task for him.”