All Chapters of The Doctor's Alpha Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Hope's POV.I sit curled on the front porch of the pack house, a mug of untouched tea cooling in my hands. My eyes are fixed on the treeline, heart pounding with each gust of wind that rustles the leaves. Malakar and Lucian have been gone too long. A knot of unease twists in my stomach.Suddenly, a flurry of movement catches my attention.Talon, Dorian, and the rest of the warriors storm past me, their bodies already beginning to shift mid-stride - bones cracking, fur bursting through skin, jaws elongating as their snarls fill the air. The ground trembles with the force of their fury as they disappear into the woods, headed in the same direction as Malakar and Lucian.I leap to my feet, heart in my throat. "What's going on?" I call after them, but none of them stop.Morgana steps out of the front door just then, her expression pale and drawn, her eyes wide with worry."Morgana." I rush to her, grabbing her arm. "What's happening?"Morgana looks at me with a seriousness that chills me

Hope's POV.The doors to the pack house burst open as Malakar charges inside, Lucian limp in his arms. I follow close behind him, my breath coming in sharp, panicked gasps as the scent of blood fills the air. Chaos meets us like a tidal wave. Warriors, young and old, are streaming in - some carried. others limping, bleeding, broken. Cries of pain echo through the halls. The floors are already slick with blood in some places, and the once-prestine medical area now looks like a war zone.My eyes dart from face to face. Torn flesh, shattered bones, deep gashes - are everywhere. My hands itch to help. My heart is pounding."We need space!" I shout. "Get the worst of them to the back room - anyone who can walk, help the ones who can't! I need towels, sutures, morphine - move!"Morgana and a few others jump into action, guiding wolves to makeshift beds and clearing tables for emergency care.Malakar lays Lucian gently onto the largest table. His skin is pale, his breathing shallow, blood st

Velara's POV.Many years ago.The moon hung low in the sky that night, its silver light slicing through the trees like a blade, casting shifting shadows along the forest floor. My paws pounded the earth as I tore through the woods in my wolf form, my breathing coming fast and wild. Leaves whipped at my flanks. Twigs snapped beneath my weight. My heart thundered in my chest - but not from my run.From rage. From defiance. From pain.Another fight with my father. Another reminder of my duty to the pack. Another speech about strength and submission and bloodlines. Another order to learn my place beside the male I was bound to - the future alpha of our pack. A dominant wolf with a steel jaw and even colder heart. A man who saw me not as a partner, but as a possession.I snarled and pushed myself faster, trying to outrun the helplessness clawing at my ribs. I wasn't meant for this. For leashes disguised as tradition. For a life spent kneeling beside a man who would never respect me. I want

Hope's POV.The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp next to the bed. The curtains are drawn to keep out the intruding daylight. I lie curled up on the bed, my hair still damp from the much-needed shower, my body wrapped in one of Malakar's shirts. His scent comforts me in a way that nothing else can. It calms me. Grounds me. The door opens quietly, then the sound of heavy footsteps before Malakar collapses next to me with a low, tired groan. I turn my head toward him, studying his face. There are dark circles under his eyes, and the ever-present tension in his strong jaw seems tighter than ever. He looks worn down to the bone."You okay?" I ask, brushing my fingers over the back of his head.He doesn't answer immediately. Instead, he stares up at the ceiling, exhaling through his nose. "This... this isn't what pack life is supposed to be like." He says finally, his voice quiet, almost guilty. "It's not supposed to be all blood and death and constant fighting. We're

Velara's POV.Many years ago."What?!" Luther's voice thundered through the quiet clearing like a shotgun. His eyes blazed with white-hot anger - something else as well, something I had never seen in him before - pain.I took a deep breath and steeled myself before repeating what I had just said. My hands were trembling slightly, heart pounding away in my chest. "I met someone else. Someone that I love very much. I want to be with him. I'm leaving. You. This pack. All of it." My voice trembled slightly as well.Luther began pacing the forest ground like a caged animal. His jaw was tight. A small vein pulsing at the base of his throat. "You've clearly lost your mind, Velara! That's the only thing that makes any sense.""No. I've just lost my heart."He stopped pacing and turned to me, a look of utter disgust and disappointment in his eyes. "Hah!" He scoffed. "That's nothing more than a fool's sentiment. A child's dream. I thought better of you, Velara. Of all people."I could feel the