All Chapters of The Doctor's Alpha Mate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 149

Malakar's POV.I pace the confides of my room - quietly, but impatiently.The seconds on the clock tick by in a painfully slow manner. Each tick of the hand beating against my skull like a hammer.Beneath the surface, I can feel my wolf stirring. He's ready - eager even, to do this. To claim Hope as his own in every possible way. To show the world, the entire world that she belongs to him - that she chose us.Lucian leans against the wall, looking casual and unbothered as usual. It erks me, but only because I wish that I was feeling that way - waiting for Hope is driving me insane.Lucian arches his brow when he notices me tugging at my shirt collar for the sixth time in as many minutes. It feels too small, too tight - like it's taunting me. Trying to squeeze the life right out of me."You might want to take a break from all that pacing, brother. You don't want to sweat through your suit before you even make it down the isle."I stop and turn to glare at him. Realizing that he's right

Lucian's POV."Big day, huh." I find Malakar outside, standing on the portch, looking out over the territory. His hands resting on the banister - jaw tight."Good day." He says simply without turning to look at me.His mind seems to be somewhere else.I step up next to him, turning my back toward the forest - folding my arms over my chest. I lean back casually and sigh.The news hasn't quite sunk in yet. It still doesn't feel real.I'm going to be a father.I'm going to have a child of my own. A family of my own. I'm going to be responsible for another life.I'm happy... Of course, I'm happy. Actually, I'm more than happy - I'm elated. I've always wanted to be a father, always dreamed about what it would be like to raise my own pups. To teach them all the things that my own father taught me. To guide them through life until they're able to do so themselves. To create memories with them that no one can ever take away.To love them so much that they know never to settle for anything l

Hope's POV.The forest hums with life, the air cool and crisp beneath the heavy pull of the full moon. Each breath I take feels weighted, not with dread, but with the ache of knowing this night will never happen again. Tomorrow, Lucian and Emory will start their new life. The pack will shift back to its rhythm without them.And tonight… tonight is my first time shifting in front of them all.Malakar walks at my side, his hand brushing mine, the silent warmth of his presence grounding me. His wolf is restless — I can feel it radiating off him — but he keeps pace with me, as though my heartbeat sets the tempo.The trees thin just enough for moonlight to spill in silver ribbons over the clearing. Shadows of my family move between the trunks ahead — Lucian’s tall frame, Emory’s easy grace, Velara’s regal stance. Even from here, I can hear the soft laughter, the murmurs, the subtle language of wolves waiting for the change.I swallow hard. I’ve shifted before — dozens of times — but this i

Lucian's POV.Our boots crunch over the gravel path, the forest parting just enough to reveal what Emory’s been talking about for weeks.Our land.We come to a stop, and for a moment, we just stand there, both staring out at the land in front of us. The sun hangs low, throwing molten gold over the wide meadow. The air smells like pine and fresh earth, the kind of scent that makes you breathe deeper without even thinking about it.“This is it,” Emory whispers, almost like saying it too loudly will break the spell. Her hand finds mine, warm and sure.I step out first, boots sinking slightly into soft soil, and the quiet hits me. Not the oppressive kind, but the kind that wraps around you like it’s saying, you’re safe here. The river glints in the distance, winding lazily through tall grass, and the trees… the trees feel old. The kind of old that remembers things.Emory’s already walking ahead, her excitement pulling her forward. She turns to me, grinning so wide I can’t help but grin ba

The sun dips low behind the forest, and a chill rides the wind as dark gray clouds gather over Black Hollow. The air smells of rain, of wet earth, of something unsettled. The sun is gone now - as if agreeing that the happier days are over, fading into the gray mist that Black Hollow knows all too well. Even the pack pauses, sensing the shift, tails flicking, ears pricked.Hope stands at the edge of the river, the waterfall’s mist curling around her like a silver veil. Malakar’s beside her, nuzzling her shoulder, but even his presence doesn’t fully ease the creeping unease in her chest. She shakes it off, blaming the wind, the shadows among the trees. She doesn't want to believe that something is out there. Another threat to their safety, their happiness - the peace that they fought so hard for. She doesn't want to believe that it's all over. She wants to ignore it - wants to go on living the life that she has worked so hard for. The life that she has always wanted. The life she deserv