All Chapters of The Alpha's Healer: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ROMAN______I should have fucking known it was a trap. The forest was too quiet, the air too still, like nature itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the bloodshed to come. The ancient pines loomed overhead, their branches casting twisted shadows in the waning daylight. Even my wolf, usually a constant presence in my mind— strong, assured, and steady— was restless, pacing with nervous energy that made my skin crawl. But I was too proud, too damn sure of myself to listen to those warning signs. Too caught up in my own reputation as the undefeated Alpha of the Black Moon Pack to consider that someone might have finally outmaneuvered me. That's always been my problem— pride. Not the healthy kind that comes from genuine accomplishment, but the toxic sort that festers in your soul and blinds you to reality. The kind that makes you think you're invincible, that you can handle anything thrown your way. The kind that makes you ignore the counsel of those who care about you m

MIRABELLE________The night brought him to me like a dark omen.I was elbow-deep in herbs when Sarah burst through my cottage door, her face flushed with panic. "Belle! We need you at the north gate. There's.... there's a man. He's badly wounded."I didn't waste time asking questions. Grabbing my medical bag, I followed her into the darkness, my boots crunching against the frost-covered ground. The bitter wind bit at my face, but I barely noticed. My mind was already running through possibilities, cataloging the supplies I might need.The crowd at the gate parted for me like water. They knew better than to get between a healer and her patient. And then I saw him.Holy shit....He was massive, easily over six feet of pure muscle, even sprawled unconscious in the mud. Blood matted his dark hair and stained his torn shirt, which did little to hide the devastating injuries underneath. But what caught my attention wasn't the wounds – it was the raw power emanating from him, even uncons

Dawn was creeping through my windows when Roman started thrashing again. I jolted awake from my chair, nearly knocking over my cup of cold tea. His skin was burning up, even by werewolf standards, and sweat soaked the sheets beneath him. The sight of him— a man so powerful, so utterly in control— reduced to this state sent a sharp pang through my chest for some reason. "Shit.." I muttered, pressing my palm to his forehead. The heat practically scorched my skin. Whatever poison they'd used, his body was still fighting it, and losing. His breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, his jaw tight even in unconsciousness. I grabbed fresh cloths and my basin of cool water, trying to bring his temperature down. As I wiped his chest, his muscles tensed under my touch, his entire body coiled tight even while unconscious. Werewolves were always like this— predatory, even when vulnerable. I tried not to notice how my fingers trembled slightly against his burning skin. It wasn't fear, though.

I watched Mirabelle squirm in her seat as the village elders deliberated, her back impossibly straight as if sheer posture could hold her together. The candlelight caught the flecks of gold in her brown eyes, making them spark with defiance even as she tried to maintain a calm exterior. Her hands were folded tightly in her lap, knuckles white, and her lips pressed into a thin line. Her scent— lavender and herbs, mixed with a hint of fear she couldn’t quite hide— filled my nostrils. It was intoxicating, though I'd never admit it aloud. She was trying so hard to appear unshaken, but even I could see the cracks in her armor."This is bullshit." I muttered, loud enough for her to hear. The wound in my side still ached, sending flashes of pain through my ribs with every deep breath, but it was a dull ache compared to the smoldering anger I felt toward these pompous elders. Their self-righteous deliberation was dragging on far too long, and I could feel the tension radiating off of Mira

MIRABELLE_______I woke before dawn with a knot in my stomach. The room I'd called home for years felt foreign now, filled with half-packed bags and the weight of impending departure. Last night's confrontation with Roman still burned in my mind — his arrogance, his touch, the way he'd crowded my space like he owned it. Like he owned.... me. "Fucking werewolves," I muttered, shoving another handful of herbs into my satchel. "I heard that." I spun around to find Roman leaning against my doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. Even injured, he moved like a predator - silent and deadly. The morning light caught his golden eyes, making them glow with an otherworldly intensity. "Ever heard of knocking?" I snapped, trying to calm my racing heart. He smirked. "Your heart's racing, little healer. Nervous?" "Go to hell..." "You know," he pushed off the doorframe and stalked toward me, "most people would show more respect to the Alpha protecting them." I stood my ground as he approac