All Chapters of The Doctor's Alpha Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Emory's POV.The door closes behind me with a soft thud. Both men turn to look at me, but only one stands to cross the room. My father - our alpha - is a tall, strong man with broad shoulders and a tight jaw. His hair has fine, silver streaks and his face carries the lines of the years he's lived. His eyes are bright, yet kind and the warm smile he wears makes me feel welcome - as usual."Emory, little wolf, I was just about to send out a search party."He embraces me with great enthusiasm and holds on to me a few extra seconds. I allow myself to get lost in the moment. He finally lets go, but just enough to be able to look at me."Hello daddy. Sorry it took so long, but Hope kind of pulled a vanishing act there.""So, does this mean that you saw her again?"The question comes from Lionel, my father's beta and best friend - he used to be part of another pack, served another alpha, but circumstances changed all of that. I look over my father's shoulder at the aging wolf still sitting a

Malakar's POV.I wait patiently for the packs to file into the meeting hall as my mind races wildly with the information I received regarding Malachai and the faction of hunters he recently joined. Avery, the alpha from the territory that Malachai is currently in, made them sound like some kind of cautionary tale - something elders would tell pups to scare them into behaving. According to Avery, they're vicious, violent, ruthless, and thirsty for blood - of the werewolf variety. He said that his grandfather really went through it with them, but that they've been quiet for some time now, keeping to themselves, training in their camp. Almost like they're busy preparing for something. Avery and his pack keep a close eye on them, but they're careful not to provoke them unnecessarily. Honestly, the whole thing has me scared, especially now that Malachai has joined them - he doesn't need a group of fanatics to fuel his hate into anything more than what it already is.Through the growing cro

Lucian's POV.I walk away from Velara at first - reeling from our conversation and yet another attempt on her part to justify her actions. I don't want to hear any of her excuses anymore. I don't want to know how she believes that she was only doing the right thing. I don't want to listen to her try and apologize only to ease her own guilty conscience.She's already done enough. Caused enough heartache and pain. I don't owe her the courtesy of my time or my patients.What she did is beyond reproach, and I don't give a damn what her reasons were. A parent should never turn their back on a child - no matter what the circumstances. If she really wanted to, she could have fought to keep me - could have tried to find a way to still be a part of my life even if she didn't want to be with my father, or be a part of his pack. But the painful truth - the truth that I have to live with every day - is that she wasn't interested. She simply saw an easy way out of a situation she never wanted to b

Malakar's POV."She's a real natural."Lucian's voice comes from the treeline behind me. He steps up next to me and causally folds his arms over his chest. I turn my head slightly to acknowledge his presence before returning my attention to the clearing ahead. Most of the wolves are out there today, training - preparing for the war that's coming. Some of them are in their human form, others have shifted. Bodies fly through the air and collide with the earth in a flurry of dust and soil. Fists and claws make contact with earth-shattering force - some of them are bleeding, all of them are drenched in sweat. The training is intense, more intense than anything any of us have ever experienced, but it has to be because we're getting ready for a fight far worse than any of us have ever experienced. We have to be ready.And in the middle of all the chaos - Hope and Sarah - going at it like two natural-born fighters. Both of them skilled, both of them determined. Neither one of them willing to

Malachai's POV.I try to steady my breath as I lie in wait, listening for the faintest sound of movement. The thick darkness of the still night wraps around me like a blanket - I can feel myself melting away into my surroundings, becoming one with the dense terrain around me. Somewhere deep inside, something primal - instinctive has woken up. I feel more connected to the earth beneath me than I ever have. I feel like I'm exactly where I should be. Like I'm finally following the path that was set out for me ages ago - like I'm finally living my destiny, following my true calling.All of my senses are on high alert. I can hear the faint rustling of the leaves as the breeze whips through. I can smell the acrid, metallic scent of blood mixed with sweat in the crisp night air. I can feel the vibrations of movement in the soil beneath my bare feet. I can even taste the delicious mixture of fear and desperation hanging heavily in the air.This is the way it should be - the way it was always