The Wrong Doctor

Chapter 6

Freya’s POV

For a moment Killian didn’t say anything. It was almost like he was trying to decide whether or not he could trust Vivian’s words.

His jaws flexed. “Let her in.”

Vivian nodded sharply, turning to a guard beside her and signaling to bring the masked doctor.

I used to think Vivian was smart, but lying to Killian was signing your own death sentence.

He didn’t just hate the act.

He loathed the entire existence and never spared those who lied to him.

In my past life, I remember he ripped out the tongue of a beta who had been feeding information to a rival pack.

Killian Greymark, let’s see what you’ll do when you find out your sweetheart is lying to you.

I drummed my fingers on my arm, humming softly as the masked doctor approached.

Killian stole a glance toward my side but I kept my eyes fixed on the entrance.

First was the low gasp, etched with shock and curiosity. The pack members present seized together trying to get a glimpse of the masked doctor.

My gaze sharpened. Her strides were careful and slow, moving with that soft grace as described by others.

She wore a white flowing gown, holding onto a flower embroidered tote bag.

Her mask was a sleek blue half mask, hugging the contours of the eyes and nose. Its edges were slightly curved. Tiny silver traced through the delicate patterns across the surface.

Every posture, every detail. It was all mine.

Interesting. This impersonator was doing a really good job trying to be something she was not.

“Greetings Alpha Killian.” She held onto her gown, doing a little cutesy bow. “It’s an honour being here.”

I paused, letting my finger hang midway in the air.

This lady, who was she? Was she in league with Vivian?

Tilting my head slightly, I traced a line over my arm.

Alpha Killian motioned for her to rise. “No. We should be the one thanking you, but—”

Killian let his words trail off with purpose. 

The little fraud had the nerve to smirk, giving a graceful nod as she straightened. “I understand your concern, Alpha. You want to confirm my identity.”

My eyes rolled, watching as Vivian beamed beside the imposter.

They were definitely made for each other. My finger tore into my skin.

"Killian, you don't think I would lie to you. She's really the masked doctor." Vivian made that face—a low pout I had gotten used to over the years.

One that made me sick, yet I carried a smile because I was stupid.

"Vivian, I trust you."

His words hit me like a punch to the chest.

I shoved the feeling down, picking up on the way his voice turned soft when he spoke to her.

"The task I have at hand can only be handled by the masked doctor. If anything goes wrong, lives could be lost."

What sort of case does Killian need the masked doctor for?

Wait. This might actually play in my favour. If Killian is too busy with his problem then he won’t have the time to meddle with me. Perhaps fortune finally sides with me.

I bit back the smile.

"These are my handwritten prescriptions. Ones I've used over the years to help people." The imposter lifted her head with pride, beaming like she had just won the lottery.

Unfortunately, this might be her burial ground.

She passed a stack of notes to Killian.

Only then did his hand on my back slide down.

The exhale rolled off effortlessly as if a weight had been lifted.

"These are indeed medical prescription formulas." Killian said, assessing the papers attentively, flipping through the pages. 

“But I haven't seen anything like this before.”

Once my eyes connected with the papers, I froze.

Those handwriting…..

I blinked.

They are mine.

How did she get them?

"Freya, what do you think?"

Killian’s question tore me back into the present. Everyone's gaze settled on me, waiting for my response.

All of a sudden he was asking my opinion about his business.

The Killian I know would never.

My hand fell to my chest, reaching over to the papers. Each stroke and line of the writing was a reminder of just how far I had come.

My father didn't let me practice medicine, so I stayed in the shadows learning from the scraps I could find.

I smiled, though my palm trembled against the paper I was holding.

All that hard work, taken by someone who doesn't know the first thing about medicine.

My lips stretched as I looked up at the masked doctor. "Your writing is quite unique."

She froze, not expecting that to be the first aspect I highlighted.

Killian was still watching me intensely.

I gave the papers back to him. "The prescriptions are..."

Vivian didn’t wait before she snapped sharply. "What?"

My fingers curved into the familiar okay sign. "Excellent."

The imposter gave a subtle bow.

"You flatter me Luna."

I waved her off, moving forward to take both of her hands. She froze.

"There is no need to be humbled.  With you here, our medical system will surely improve.”

The pack members cheered and started clapping their hands in applause.

Once it died down, I turned to Vivian. " You have taken such a huge burden from our Alpha."

Vivian pursed her lips, adjusting her jacket. Her smug grin widened.

I scoffed inwardly.

It's only a matter of time before this ridiculous charade blows up in their faces.

Although these are my prescriptions, these formulas were training drafts I compiled. I tossed them a few years back due to the mistakes I made during the creation process.

Using an incomplete prescription was digging a pit to bury yourself.

However, it was not my problem.

Killian passed the notes back to the imposter. "The maids will prepare a grand quarter in the estate. I only hope the masked doctor will be available to hear the proposal tomorrow."

"Of course Alpha Killian," the imposter grinned.

Killian went over to Vivian and placed a hand on her shoulder, her cheeks flushed.

I wanted to tear my gaze away, but I stayed, letting myself watch how his mouth lifted upward as he whispered.

"I couldn't have done this without you."

Vivian stared back, her shoulder lifting a brow, and then she leaned closer to Alpha Killian. "It's been a long time since we spent time together. How about lunch tomorrow? It will be fun like old times."

Yes. I understood that they were meant for each other.

But I refused to be labelled as the Luna who lived in the shadow of her husband's mistress.

Anyways, I need to start planning my next move.

I took slow strides toward Killian. "It's late. I'm going to rest."

Killian snatched my arm before I took a step. His other hand found my waist like it was meant for it.

A tightness gripped my chest, as if his presence alone reminded me of what I stood to lose.

"Leaving without me?"

His persistence tested my patience, but I refused to show it.

Refusing him, now in public, was going to stir up a lot of drama, and besides I could feel Vivian's icy glance drilling a hole in my back.

I smirked, placing a hand on Killian’s chest, and his muscles stiffened. His eyes fell to the place I caressed.

"You were busy. I didn't want to disturb you." I narrowed my eyes at Vivian, placing my head against Killian’s chest. "My head hurts."

Vivian's jawline nearly crackled. She stepped forward to say something.

"We can talk tomorrow Vivian."

Killian said sternly, lifting me effortlessly by my thigh until I was pressed against him.

Instinctively, I tangled my hands  around his neck.

"Let's go."