Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Healer's Bond : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

There were many good books in this library and Steve was enjoying himself as he read through some of them. His favourite was Werewolves: Origins. It intrigued him because the author was unknown which gave the book more mystery. He also noticed some books and was certain Emma had read them. Healing with Magic. The Cure is Everywhere. Steve also noticed that the authors were anonymous. It was as if the library only kept books of mysterious authors. It piqued his interest and made him wonder how Emma’s father had gotten his hands on these books. Steve thought about how invaluable Emma could have been if they had been together. He was not going to lie, he doubted her profession as a healer the first time he saw her but now with a deadly virus inside him and most of his pack, he had seen first hand how quick thinking and resourceful she was. He was taking a leisure stroll through the library when his eyes caught something. It was a book with leather cover and had ADAMS written in a b

Emma stopped beside her old jeep wrangler, a vehicle as sturdy and reliable as she herself was. It was grey in color and meticulously maintained, much like everything else in Emma's life."Emma, I have a better solution instead," Steve ventured as he appraised the vehicle with a critical eye."Let me guess, you want to drive instead," Emma said, rolling her eyes in anticipation of his alpha male tendencies."No, I am thinking we should fly there instead," Steve replied, a hint of satisfaction in his voice at surprising her. "I have a private jet waiting. It will save us four hours drive.""Show off," Emma muttered, but the prospect of saving precious time was too tempting to ignore.Steve's lips curved into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "However, we still need to take your car, and I am going to drive instead. You do not know where the airport is," he added, reaching for the keys."Anything to drive the car, huh?" Emma asked sarc

Steve turned to her, his expression grim. "Some members of my pack believe that I am no longer fit to lead, so there is a call to challenge me," he explained, his voice a controlled rumble of frustration.Emma's mind whirled with the implications. A pack in chaos, divided leadership, all while facing a deadly virus. "So, who is the challenger?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.She knew that Steve was a formidable fighter. The memory of him in Seattle flashed unbidden through her mind—his powerful form shifting with lethal grace as he ripped a werewolf's spine from his back. What had shocked her most was that he had done it while heavily infected, when most would have been incapacitated by pain. The recollection sent an involuntary shiver down her spine, a complex mixture of fear, awe, and something else she didn't want to name."It does not matter, Ms. Adams," Marcus interjected before Steve could answer. His knuckles whitened on the steerin

Determination hardened in Emma's chest. "Take me to where you keep the infected," she demanded, her professional instincts taking over."Ms. Emma, perhaps a few hours of rest..." Marcus began, concern evident in his voice."Thank you, Marcus, but I've had enough rest on the flight," Emma cut him off, anxiety feeding her impatience. "I need to see just how bad it is."Marcus sought confirmation from Steve through the rearview mirror. The Alpha nodded solemnly, and his Beta changed direction, taking them toward the outskirts of the community.They pulled up to a massive warehouse, its utilitarian façade belying the horror within. Even before the car fully stopped, Emma was unclicking her seatbelt, her hand fumbling for the door handle in her haste.She burst from the vehicle and ran toward the entrance, her medical bag clutched tightly in her hand. The doors swung open before her, revealing a scene that stole her breath.Stretchers line

  Emma's eyes widened slightly at his response. She knew obtaining the substance was not only expensive but also highly illegal. She was surprised at how effortlessly Steve suggested the option, as if dabbling in criminal activities was as routine as grocery shopping. It was a stark reminder of the world he inhabited—a world of shadows and survival, where morality was a luxury few could afford."I presume you know some people of questionable trades, Alpha Kane?" Marcus asked, one eyebrow raised in curiosity."As a matter of fact, I do," Steve confirmed, his voice carrying a hint of danger. "But they're not to be trusted, so we have to go prepared." Memories of past dealings flashed through his mind—blood and betrayal, lessons learned the hard way."Criminals who aren't trustworthy, shocker," Marcus retorted dryly, his sarcasm cutting through the tension.Emma sighed, already dreading wha