All Chapters of The Doctor's Alpha Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Malakar's POV."Order! Order, please?" Vladimir, our pack's chief elder, and my father's voice rings out over the protesting. His voice is clear and still powerful enough to cause them all to stop talking immediately. They all turn to face him, and he resumes his seat next to my mother.Because I have refused their order to reject my bond with Hope, they feel that it is necessary to involve the rest of the pack. I think that they believe that if I hear it enough times I will eventually start to agree with them. So, they called for a pack meeting, and now we're all gathered around so that they can all have the opportunity to raise their opinions, and in the end I must agree with them and do as they ask.That's the plan, but I have no intention of going along with it."Now, we've heard from everyone else, Malakar. But we still have not heard from you." "Please?" My father gestures to me, implying that the floor is now open, and I finally have his permission to say what I have to say. Th

Velara's POV.Many years ago."So, you've decided to leave after all?"The sound of his voice in the darkness startles me so much that I almost drop the bag that I'm holding in my hand. I turn around to find him standing in the doorway. His arms are crossed over his chest. I can clearly see the gleam of his bright eyes even though I can't see the look on his face. I must have been distracted, otherwise I would have heard him coming. I would have smelled him as well."Luther." My voice is shaky. I sound nervous. I feel nervous. "I didn't expect you to be back so soon."Luther moves towards me and turns on the light in the room. I have to blink my eyes at the sudden brightness of it. I instantly regret being able to see the look on his face. Not because he looks angry and disappointed, but because he looks hurt."You were planning on running away like a thief in the night? You weren't even going to say goodbye?"I suddenly feel very exposed beneath the bright light. I wish that he would

Hope's POV."You." I breathe when I turn around.The hooded stranger is towering over me. He is standing close to me. Too close. So close that I can feel his warm breath on my face. I can feel my heart begin to race again. My entire body begins to shiver as adrenaline spreads through my veins. He keeps his face covered with the hood. I can't see anything beneath it except for a dark, menacing shadow."What do you want?" I breathe once again."We need to talk, Hope." "About the dangerous company that you're keeping." His voice is just as void of emotion as it was the first time that he spoke to me. It sends a shiver down my spine. I instantly realize who he's talking about. I have only one dangerous person in my life at the moment. Malakar. The realization is chilling. It can only mean that this man knows about Malakar, about what he really is.I remember something that Malakar said to me the last time we spoke. Something about werewolves being hunted as well. Could this man be what Ma

Hope's POV.I spend the entire time in the shower running through every possible scenario in my mind. What if I get the answers that I want and decide that I want nothing more to do with Malakar? Will he respect my wishes and stay away from me? Or will he keep showing up at the hospital? Did I make a mistake by bringing him here? What about the hunter, Malachai? Will he leave me alone if I tell him that I have nothing to do with werewolves anymore? Will he believe me? Will I even be able to carry on with my life as if nothing happened, knowing what I know now? Will I be able to pretend that werewolves and hunters don't exist?What if I'm pleased with the way my talk with Malakar goes? What if I do decide that I want to be involved with him? How will that even work? What would a relationship between a werewolf alpha and a human be like? Will I go and live with him in his tent in the forest, or will he move into my apartment with me? Will he introduce me to the rest of his pack? What if

Velara's POV."Gramma!""Hello, my sweet babies. How are you?"My heart leaps with joy at the sight of my beautiful grandchildren, Gemima and Gerhard. They have a way of always brightening up my day without even trying to. They both run towards me, as fast as a three-and- four-year-old can, and throw their tiny arms around my neck as soon as they reach me."How are the two of you doing?""We're good, Gramma. Mom says that she's going to take us berry-picking today."They're so excited that they talk over each other and I have to strain my ears so that I can make out what it is that they're trying to say. Both of them are grinning from ear to ear and their eyes have a magical sparkle in them. The kind you can only have when you're still a child, and you still believe that the world is a magical place filled with only good things."Oh, I see. That sounds wonderful!""Will you come with us, Gramma? Will you? Please, please, please?"I can't help but chuckle a little at the pure excitemen