บททั้งหมดของ Fated To The Lycan Beast: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

AlexaTwo days blurred together as I underwent more and more tests. The doctors wanted to be sure there were no internal injuries, and I was poked and prodded by machines and needles.One of the scans revealed a bone dangerously close to my bladder. It was a good thing I couldn’t move, and that my body had essentially shut down any urge to pass out waste except urine; otherwise, things could have been much worse.I was doing my best not to let Dr. Chandler’s presence get to me. Every time he walked into the room, I felt a ridiculous flutter in my chest. The doctor’s sex appeal was blinding, and it annoyed me to no end.To make matters worse, I was still hurting from Brad's heartbreak. I sent him a text, calling him wicked and heartless. I told him how hurtful it was that he had moved on so quickly, as if I had meant nothing to him at all. With tears blurring my vision, I hit send, not expecting a reply but needing to get the words out of my system.After I sent the message, my mind dr

AlexaThe ward had become chaotic ever since the doctors went on strike. The once orderly and quiet corridors were now filled with noise—nurses hurrying back and forth, their conversations louder and more casual than the hushed tones I’d grown used to. Doctors were calm; nurses had frantic energy. Patients were frustrated by the lack of progress in their treatments.All surgeries had been suspended, leaving those who needed urgent care in a difficult position. Some patients were forced to go to private hospitals and clinics, places where the costs were crazy. Some of them were even talking about selling properties just to afford the care they needed. It was heartbreaking, and it made me feel incredibly lucky that, despite everything, I wasn’t in immediate danger. I missed Dr. Chandler more than I wanted to admit. It had been a week since I’d last seen his handsome face. The traction pin on my leg was terrifying, but I hoped it would help align my bones.Despite having the doctor’s

Nelson came over that evening, and we decided to watch the African Champions League together.South Africa had already been disqualified, so Nelson, being a local, wasn’t watching with much enthusiasm. The remaining countries still in the tournament weren’t exactly on friendly terms with South Africa, and the rivalry took the fun out of it for him. On the other hand, as a foreigner, I watched with an open mind, not really rooting for anyone in particular. It was just nice to have something to pass the time.Nelson cracked open a beer in the middle of the match and turned to me with a grim expression. “You know, Chandler, I finally mustered up the courage to talk to Caroline at the club the other night.”I raised an eyebrow, sensing where this was going. “And?”He sighed heavily, taking a swig from his bottle. “She rejected me outright. She said she only sees me as a brother.”Without meaning to, I burst out laughing. Ouch.Nelson glared at me, then looked down at his beer. “Yeah. Mo

ChandlerI had to hurry with inserting the catheter because I almost jizzed on my pants. Alexa's shaved pussy called out to me, begging me to touch and caress it, but I couldn't bring myself to violate her. My feelings for her had spiraled out of control, and I knew I was walking a very fine line between staying professional and fucking her brains out. That’s why I kept my interactions with her so formal during rounds. She liked me too. Her clit was engorged when I touched her. As a doctor, I knew the female body parts so well that I could predict exactly how she would react to certain stimuli— the way her breathing intensified when I shaved her, the way she almost whimpered with pleasure…I imagined her hips bucking uncontrollably against my mouth. It became tough for me to restrain myself. Alexa had been giving me subtle hints, little green lights that I knew I should ignore but couldn’t. When I saw her laughing and chatting with the brother of her bedside neighbor, I grew irrati

AlexaThe consultant and a group of student doctors gathered around my bed, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from groaning out loud. Student doctors needed real-life experience, that they had to learn somehow, but why did it have to be with me? I just wanted some peace and quiet, was that too much to ask for.?They made me feel like a specimen on display, and the idea of being poked and prodded by a bunch of eager, inexperienced hands made me want to curl up and disappear.The consultant, a middle-aged man with gray hair who always seemed to reek of money, began asking Dr. Chandler questions about my case. He sounded disinterested, as if I were just another file in a long list of cases.“Has her surgery been carried out?”“No, there was no surgery done on her,” Dr. Chandler replied calmly. “The strike actually worked to her advantage. The last X-ray we took showed that a new bone is growing to replace the fractured one.”Dr Chandler had been the one to advocate for me and push aga