Ashly and Alex are best friends actually longtime friends. One of them is Alpha and one is omega. They are interns on their last year of medical school. And they are also part of same club. One of them has fallen for the other. Will he be able to finally confess his feelings? Ashly and Alex know, they can feel it. But again, they don't talk about this. Mating with your best friend is not good idea. Isn't? But They did. They confess to each other and even get mated but then things change. Ashly can feel her Alpha is cheating on her, she can feel with the help of their bond. Ashly tries hard to save their relationship but at least it didn't work, and she leave with pup inside her belly. They meet again 3 year's later, "The pup is mine." Alex said but Ashly glare to him. "No, he is not. He is only, so don't even try to come near him or I will drag you to court for cheating your own Omega." Alex knows the love between them already over but he wants his pup, no matter how. And we will do everything. Even if he needs to kill Ashly current mate.
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The flaky layers of the croissant shattered with a satisfying crispness as I bit into it, the buttery richness melting on my tongue. This tiny corner table at "Le Petit Bonjour" had become my sanctuary, a place where the lingering anxieties of job applications and the general uncertainty of post-graduation life could be momentarily forgotten in the simple pleasure of a perfect pastry and a strong latte.
My phone, nestled beside my half-eaten breakfast, vibrated insistently against the wooden tabletop. I frowned, glancing at the unfamiliar number displayed on the screen. Usually, my calls were from recruitment agencies I barely remembered applying to or my mom checking in. Hesitantly, I swiped to answer.
“Hello?”
The voice that answered was flat, devoid of any warmth or inflection. “Davina Wilson?”
A knot tightened in my stomach. It wasn’t a voice I recognized. “Speaking.”
“Your father, Mr. Malcolm Wilson, is in the hospital. He suffered a heart attack.”
The buttery sweetness of the croissant turned to ash in my mouth. Malcolm. The name felt foreign, a relic from a life I thought I’d left behind. My father. A man whose presence had evaporated from my world years ago, a clean break after the messy, acrimonious divorce. He hadn’t called, hadn’t written, hadn’t so much as sent a postcard in what felt like an eternity. A heart attack? The image of a man I barely remembered clutching his chest felt surreal, almost comical in its absurdity.
“My… my father?” I stammered, the cafe’s comforting hum suddenly a distant, muffled sound. My fingers tightened around my coffee cup, the ceramic digging into my skin. “But… I haven’t heard from him in years.” The words felt inadequate, a pathetic understatement of the chasm that had grown between us.
The voice on the other end remained impassive. “He asked for you.”
That single sentence hit me with the force of a physical blow. He asked for me? After all this time? After the silence, the deliberate cutting off of ties? A bitter laugh almost escaped my lips. It had to be a mistake. Some cruel, twisted prank.
“There must be some mistake,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “My father… he wouldn’t…” The words trailed off, the reality of the situation, however improbable, starting to sink in. A cold dread began to bloom in my chest.
The line went silent for a beat, amplifying the frantic thumping of my own heart. Then, the voice simply stated, “City General. Room 312.” And then, just as abruptly as it had begun, the call ended, leaving a hollow echo in my ear and a gaping void in the normalcy of my morning.
My croissant lay forgotten on the plate, its golden-brown layers now a stark reminder of the peace that had just been shattered. Malcolm. In the hospital. Asking for me. It made no sense. It was wrong. Yet, a strange, unsettling pull, a morbid curiosity mixed with a flicker of something I couldn’t quite name, began to tug at me. What was going on? And why, after all this time, did my estranged father suddenly want to see me?
The questions swirled in my mind, as bitter and unsettling. The cafe, once my sanctuary, now felt like a cage, and the sunshine streaming through the window seemed to cast long, ominous shadows.
My breath hitched in my throat, a strangled sound escaping my lips. "Room 312," the disembodied voice had said. City General. My mind raced, trying to reconcile the cold, distant father I remembered with the image of him lying in a hospital bed, asking for me. It felt like a scene ripped from a bad dream.
Pushing back my chair with a harsh scrape against the tiled floor, I practically ran out of the cafe. The L.A heat hit me like a physical weight as I hurried down the street, my mind a whirlwind of disbelief and a growing sense of urgency. City General wasn't far, a stark, modern building a few blocks away.
Bursting through the automatic doors of the hospital, the sterile scent of antiseptic and the hushed murmur of voices assaulted my senses. I spotted a nurse at the reception desk, her expression calm and professional.
"Excuse me!" I blurted out, my voice tight with a mixture of anxiety and a strange, unwelcome surge of emotion. "My father... Malcolm Wilson? He's in room 312. I need to see him."
The nurse's fingers tapped efficiently on her keyboard, her gaze fixed on the screen. After a moment, she looked up, her brow slightly furrowed. "Wilson... Malcolm Wilson... yes, he's a patient here."
Relief, sharp and unexpected, pierced through my anxiety. "I came here as soon as I received your call, about his heart attack. Can you tell me how he is? And... can you take me to his room, please?" My voice trembled slightly, the years of estrangement creating a strange barrier even now, in this moment of potential crisis.
The nurse's gaze softened slightly. "He's stable and he is currently resting. However," she paused, her eyes meeting mine with a hint of confusion, "He did not suffer a heart attact and.. we didn't call you."
After a long hour Alex arrives in front of Ashly condo and ring doorbells, after minutes Ashly came out. The latter gets in his car and says sulkily, "You're late!""Well, you told me to wear something nice. It would have been ten minutes if I just wore my usual," Alex argues."Go, go, go!" Ashly motions Alex to drive."You owe me big time! You better be ready to feed me something expensive." Alex starts the car aggressively and steers the car back to the street.He is angry and frustrated at same time, but he can't do anything.It's Ashly choice to choose to accept their bond. If Ashly wants to ignore their destiny, then who is Alex to stop her.No one..."Enjoy your date!" Alex says in an almost sarcastic tone as Ashly gets out of the passenger side of the car.Ashly pauses and turns to Alex, "Alex, can you just go in there with me? It's been a long time since I went on a blind date and I'm really nervous. And you know I am really pretty. What will I do if someone try to kidnaped?"
The sky has turned to a pinkish orange hue as the sun sets in the distance. Alex slows the jiski to a stop. This view, this beautiful moment should be captured on film. Alex takes out my camera and starts snapping."Are you going to take a picture of me too?" Ashly whispers to Alex's ear, using a sweet and gentle tone that she has never used with him before. Alex is not really sure why Ashly is like this, but he really likes it. It's just the two of them are here, he might as well enjoy it, so Alex nod.Alex turns around and takes several shots of Ashly against the remaining light of the setting sun. Her pictures look beautiful. She is beautiful, and Alex loves her. He always has."Can you take some using the GoPro? I want to see how the photos look," Ashly orders him and Alex follows. He always liked these things about Ashly. He knows what Ashly wants, and he knows how Ashly actually is.Politely blunt and very dedicated to what she sets her mind on.Ashly abruptly pulls Alex closer
"Sir, here is the updated census for the next block. We don't have any vacant beds for our service so there won't be any new admissions," Ashly who is a pretty cheerful omega, hands over the document to the Senior Resident on duty and smiles. Alex stands behind her, waiting. As always looking all grumpy. Students usually call him grumpy Alpha. But they are still jealous of both of their friendship.Dr. Tamy, who was beta, takes the papers and says, "Thanks for this, Ashly! I'm going to miss you guys. Your tandem's really as efficient as ever. Do you enjoy your community rotation, ok?""Yes Tamy, will do! Thank you for guiding me and Alex on our rotation. I really enjoyed it! I'm definitely going to apply to Pediatrics next year," Ashly beams before saying goodbye and turning to leave.Alex follows Ashly to the door when the resident asks him to come over. He motions for Ashly to go ahead and goes back to Dr. Tamy table."When are you going to tell him?!" the resident asks."Tell who
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