Alle Kapitel von The Doctor's Alpha Mate: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

Hope's POV.Malakar's face contorts into a nasty grimace. His eyes dart, rapidly, between his mother and me. His jaw grows even tighter. He looks like he's about to snap. I've never seen him like this before.The silence between the five of us is heavy, suffocating. It feels like the oxygen has been stripped from the air. We all wait on the edge of our seats for the next bomb to go off.Velara still isn't looking anyone in the eye. She's fumbling with her fingers on the table in front of her. Her breathing is heavy, rapid. Her face is crimson. Sweat forms on her brow. She keeps licking her lips.Morgana has tears in her eyes. They are wide with shock and disbelief. She stares at her mother, then at her father, then at Malakar and back at Velara again. She opens her mouth a few times to say something, but closes it again almost immediately.Vladimir's expression is unreadable. He has one hand on Velara's shoulder in a comforting gesture of support. He looks from his children to me, but

Hope's POV.The tension around the territory is like a storm cloud - always present, always threatening to break. It's been a few days since Velara told her children, and me, the truth about Lucian, her first mate, and how she left them both behind to start a new life with Vladimir and his pack. The emotional shrapnel can still be seen - and felt - everywhere.Malakar still hasn't spoken a single word to his mother. Velara tried, more than a few times, to talk to him, but Malakar only gave her a pained, disappointed look and walked away. Now he just avoids her all together. He's barely even spoken more than a few words to me since the fallout - and even they have been few and far between. Malakar asked me for space to deal with this in his own way. I'm trying to honor that - no matter how difficult it is for me. I miss him.Instead, Malakar has decided to put all of his time and energy into finding Malachai and the rest of the hunters. He leaves, every day, before sunrise - with Talon

Lucian's POV.Darkness swallows me whole.I drift in the space between life and death, consciousness and oblivion, but even here—where pain should have dulled and time should have stopped—the memory finds me.The dream begins in shadows, the kind that draped the corners of my childhood home like cobwebs. The scent of pine needles, smoke, and old books lingers in the air. I know this day. Know it too well.I was standing in the doorway of my father’s room. The man who had raised me—strong, proud, stubborn to a fault—lay in bed, his face pale, his breathing labored. The illness had stolen so much of him already, but his eyes were still sharp. Still full of something I didn’t yet understand: guilt.“Dad?” I said, my voice tight. “You said you needed to talk to me.”My father nodded slowly and patted the edge of the bed. I approached, hesitated, then sat. My father’s hand, rough and familiar, gripped my own.“I should have told you sooner,” the old man rasped. “I didn’t want it to come to

Hope's POV.I approach the toolshed with purpose, the key already in my hand. The two guards stationed outside give me curious glances but don't question me. I nod once, unlocking the door and stepping inside.Sarah looks up from her cot, brows lifting in surprise. “Back so soon? What is it this time—more casual interrogation or just bored?”“Neither,” I say, my tone clipped. “I need your help.”That wipes the smirk off Sarah’s face. “Help?”“You said you wanted out of here,” I continue, arms crossed. “This is your opportunity.”Sarah sits up slowly, eyes narrowing. “You’re serious.”“Deadly. I need you to come with me to the Medical Center. There’s someone there—a friend—who might be able to help with our little poison problem. But I need what you know, and I need you to be honest.”Sarah hesitates, doubt flickering across her face. “And if I say no?”I raise a brow. “Then you stay here. Enjoy some more of that famous werewolf hospitality you like so much. But you won't, say no, I me

Malakar's POV.I stand at the base of the stairs, arms crossed, expression carved from stone. The warm laughter drifting toward me from the tree line doing little to soften the storm building in my chest.There they are — Hope, Morgana, Lucian, and Sarah — strolling out of the forest like a pack of teenagers sneaking in after curfew. The moment Hope’s eyes meet mine, her smile falters. Good. She should know exactly how much trouble she's in. They slow as they reach me, the weight of my glare silencing whatever joke had just been shared.“Nice of you all to drop in,” I say coldly. “Had a fun little field trip, did we?”Hope steps forward, chin raised, that familiar fire in her eyes. “We got what we needed. I didn’t have a choice, Malakar. I had to act fast.”“You didn’t have a choice?” My voice is low, dangerous. “What you had to do was tell me. Or wait for me. Or — I don’t know — not disappear with a known enemy and a woman who tried to kill you!”“She’s not the enemy right now,” Hope