All Chapters of My Doctor True Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

April I tried to be good and just sit tight. I really tried. But in the end, my nosiness won. And it’s totally not that I wanted to catch another glimpse of the General. Not at all. Ignoring my heart beating into the top of my throat, and dismissing the words of my guilty conscience, which keeps reminding me about how curiosity killed the cat, I leave the pack hospital. Wanting to reach the pack house with fast steps, I increase my pace, desperately going through possible excuses I could use to explain why I appear in the rooms of someone who is supposed to be my sworn enemy. Unfortunately, other than letting me think about me being indescribably stupid, my idiotic brain gives up on me. Running up the stairs, I get my pulse even to shoot higher, making my head spin. Not a good sign either. My panic must be already raging through my body to the extent that it affects my circulation, and this would be a problem. ‘You could just try to tell the truth,’ my wolf proposes, gushin

April “What did he say?” I open the door to the office Beta Daniel is using, and get him to jerk out of his thoughts. He is sitting in the dark room, his index and thumb holding his chin. “What?” he asks, obviously taken by surprise. “What did Alpha Noah say?” I inquire again, taking a step into the room to close the door behind me. “Did he say when we can go home?” He sighs, rubbing his face with the palms of his hands. “No,” he just answers. Beta Daniel lets his hands slump on his thighs, turning his head to look outside the window. I press my lips together, holding my right elbow with my left hand to wait patiently for him to say something more, keeping myself from speaking again. “He said that we couldn’t get back. The lycans would never agree to that even if Alpha Scott would, and I have the feeling that he will lose it when you tell him that you want to leave.” He talks without looking at me, holding the gaze to roam the hills of the pack grounds. “I didn’t tell him that

Scott I am practically yearning for the excuses being thrown around, her screaming voice spouting them like venom to scorch into my skin. But they don’t come.It is eerily quiet when I step back into her quarters, spotting Ana sitting with her hands clasped under her thighs. She is shaking like a leaf, her head lowered, while her gaze is directed to the floor with a void look. I sigh in exhaustion, pulling my hands out of my pockets to crouch down. Her slight flinch, which signals her suppressing the urge to look at me, is barely noticeable, and I cross my hands, forcing myself to keep a calm tone. “Did Albert show you what they found in one of your drawers?” She wets her lips with her tongue before hissing, “It was my underwear drawer. How could you?” “You know that this is not the issue now, right, Ana?” I ask, squeezing my hands together as I keep myself from skyrocketing up and ending the conversation. “Did they show you what they found?” She inhales sharply just to blurt o

April Scott closes the door behind us, locking us into what looks like an empty office. It is clearly recognizable that it hasn’t been used for a bit by the stuffy air, even if it looks like it is tended to lovingly, because I can’t even spot the slightest layer of dust. I keep my gaze fixed on the neatly arranged desk of massive dark wood, trying to ignore the electricity rising in the air as he takes a few steps back into the room to stand directly behind me. Forcing myself not to react out of instinct or discomfort and turn around to look at him, I freeze myself in my spot. “What is it?” I ask, praying that I sound as unbothered as I plan to. My nails claw into my upper arms as I still hug myself as if I wanted to stabilize myself and not fall apart under the pressure created by his proximity. Even if I don’t feel cold anymore, I can feel the goosebumps prickling on my skin. I sense his hand moving around me, and I am pretty proud of myself for not acting on my instincts and

April Snatching my wrist, he pulls me back, preventing me from grabbing the doorknob that was just inches within my reach. “The fuck?” he snarls, turning me around, only to make my back hit the wall. “What did you just say?” I stand my ground, ignoring the pain of the impact pulsating up my back, and refuse to squirm in his grip. “That you tortured me and didn’t mind asking for my help even though you knew it would—” “Not that,” he barks, causing the words to get stuck in my throat. “I took advantage of you? While you were obviously not in a conscious state?” I grit my teeth, wanting to disappear through the wall so I could escape him holding me hostage. “That’s not even the worst you have done to me. At least this time, I didn’t have to live through it. No way this is the only thing, in all that I told you that you registered with that fast brain of yours.” “The fuck, April?” he growls, baring his fangs that look like they are growing. “You are not calling me a rapist. You were