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The Doctor's Alpha Mate Chapter 121.
Hope's POV.The clearing is empty.I step into it slowly, my boots brushing through the long, dew-wet grass. The air is still, but it feels wrong—like the quiet before a storm, the kind that doesn’t just bring rain but tears apart everything in its path.Malachai isn’t here.Of course he isn’t. He’s making me wait. It’s a power play. A message.You came to me.I don’t sit. I don’t pace. I just stand there in the middle of the clearing, breathing like it might steady the war inside me.But it doesn’t.A million thoughts tear through my mind.What if he sees right through me?What if I can’t lie well enough? What if I slip? What if he doesn’t believe that I’ve turned my back on the wolves?What if he does?Because that might be worse.I clench my fists to stop them from shaking. I think of Morgana. Of the pup. Of Talon’s quiet thanks. Of Lucian’s voice telling me I still belong. Of Malakar’s arms holding me together when I was ready to fall apart.I remind myself why I’m doing this.But
The Doctor's Alpha Mate Chapter 120.
Hope's POV.They’re all talking at once.Malakar’s voice is low and steady, like he’s trying to calm a storm that hasn’t started yet. Lucian paces, running through the timing again like it’ll somehow make this safer. Aarden’s asking questions no one is answering. Emory keeps watching me out of the corner of her eye, like she’s waiting for me to crack. Talon’s arms are crossed, brows drawn, the word “reckless” hanging unsaid between every breath. And Dorian—quiet, focused—just watches us all like he’s already thinking ten steps ahead.I sit in the middle of it, nodding like I’m listening.But I’m not.I’ve heard the plan a hundred times.Get close. Tell him what he wants to hear. Make him believe I’ve turned. Make him believe I want to be with him.It won’t be hard. Not really.I know what he wants. I know how to say the words, how to look at him like I believe them. I’ve lived a lie before—this won’t be the first time I’ve hidden my truth under someone else’s expectations.But still.
The Doctor's Alpha Mate Chapter 119.
Malachai's POV.The air bites at my skin—cold, sharp, and unforgiving. Just the way I like it.Storm clouds choke the sky above the hunter’s camp, a low growl of thunder rolling over the mountains like a warning. But there is no rain yet. No release. Just tension—thick, tight, and suffocating.“Again!” I shout, my voice cracking across the training yard like a whip.The boys—barely old enough to shave—stumble to reset their stances, panting, bleeding, shaking. They don’t complain. I’ve taught them better than that. The first one who does will learn what it means to bleed for real.They swing their weapons, lunging at the dummies I built from straw and bone, wood carved with the snarling faces of wolves. Their hands tremble. Their feet slip in the mud. Pathetic.“You think they’ll go easy on you because your voice hasn’t broken yet?” I bark, stalking between them. “You think they’ll wait until you’re stronger? Smarter? Older?I slam the end of my staff into the ground beside one boy’s
The Doctor's Alpha Mate Chapter 118.
Hope's POV.I run.Branches tear at my arms. Roots rise like claws from the earth, trying to catch me, slow me down. But I don’t stop. I can’t stop.My lungs burn, but it’s nothing compared to the fire inside my chest. Everything hurts. My legs. My ribs. My heart.Tears stream down my face, hot and silent. I don’t even wipe them away. What’s the point?The words echo over and over in my mind like a curse I can’t shake."You don’t belong here.""You’re not one of us.""This is all your fault."I try to breathe, but it’s like I’m drowning in it — grief, shame, guilt. I push harder. Faster.If I run fast enough, maybe I can escape it. Maybe I can leave all of it behind. The heartbreak. The loss. Me.But I’m not fast enough.No matter how far I go, I can still feel it clinging to my skin, in my hair, under my nails. The weight of it, the truth of it — at least the truth Morgana believes.Maybe she’s right. Maybe I don’t belong. Maybe I never did.I stumble, my foot catching on a root, and
The Doctor's Alpha Mate Chapter 117.
Lucian's POV.I stand just behind Talon, the damp scent of freshly turned soil clinging to the air. The funeral is quiet, somber. Every rustle of wind through the trees feels too loud, too alive. I watch as they lower the small, hand-carved coffin into the earth; Morgana’s quiet sobs the only sound that matters.And then —A sharp intake of breath. A subtle shift in the air. I see Morgana freeze. My gaze follows hers — and finds Hope, standing still as stone at the edge of the treeline, barely visible in the dappled shadows. Her face is pale, her shoulders tense with guilt and sorrow. She doesn't move. She just stands there, watching.My stomach drops.I open my mouth, meaning to call out, to stop whatever's coming — but Morgana is already moving.She storms across the clearing with fury in her footsteps, and there's no stopping her. I can feel it — this isn't grief anymore. This is pain given teeth. And when Morgana's voice rings out — accusing, broken, seething — it echos across the
The Doctor's Alpha Mate Chapter 116.
Hope's POV.The sky outside is the color of ash.Muted gray clouds roll low across the treetops, casting the forest in a dull, bruised light. Rain hasn't come yet, but I can smell it in the wind — sharp, earthy, like a promise half-kept. The storm hovers on the edge of the world, holding its breath. So am I.I sit on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, my hands limp between them. My clothes are neatly folded beside me — black, of course. As if the color could somehow be enough to match the weight in my chest. As if mourning could be wrapped up in fabric and made to look proper.I haven't slept. Not really. I closed my eyes and drifted in and out of a haze where memories clawed at me from all sides — Morgana’s scream, the boy’s still body, the sting of grief laced into every breath. My own helplessness. My own failure.I press my hands to my face, breathing deep, as if I could inhale enough courage to get through the next hour. The next day. The next forever.He should not be dead
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