All Chapters of Alpha Begged His Doctor Luna come back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(Vivian's POV)Morning light filtered through the curtains, warming my face and pulling me from sleep. I reached across the large bed instinctively, my hand finding nothing but cold sheets where Sylvan should have been.Sighing, I slid out of bed. 7:30 a.m --earlier than I usually get up for my shift at the medical center. I threw on my robe, then walked to the living room.There he was.Sylvan sat on our leather couch, already dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. His dark hair was neatly combed back, emphasizing the sharp angles of his face. His fingers moved rapidly across his laptop keyboard, his focus complete until I stepped into the room.Those ice-blue eyes flickered toward me briefly, taking in my disheveled appearance before returning to his screen."Where's Martha?" he asked without preamble, his deep voice filling the quiet morning air.I crossed my arms over my chest. "I gave her a vacation.""A vacation?" Now he looked up properly, his expression question

(Vivian's POV)The tension in the car was suffocating. Sylvan sat beside me, his attention fixed on his phone, seemingly oblivious to my presence.Phoebe stirred restlessly within me. "Talk to him," she urged. "Break the ice."For once, I decided to listen to my wolf. Taking a deep breath, I turned slightly toward Sylvan."I was thinking," I began hesitantly, "our mating anniversary is coming up in a few weeks."Sylvan's fingers paused over his phone screen, though he didn't look up."I thought perhaps we could—"His phone suddenly rang, cutting me off mid-sentence. Without hesitation, he answered."Thorne," he said sharply, his voice all business. His expression changed as he listened, becoming more alert, more focused."I'll be there in twenty," he said before ending the call.Before I could process what was happening, he was tapping on the partition separating us from James, our driver."Pull over," he commanded.The car slowed and came to a stop at the side of a deserte

(Vivian's POV)Emma's question about Sylvan challenging William for Alpha heir position caught me completely off guard. I nearly choked on my drink, the fruity cocktail burning my throat."What? Where did you hear that?" I asked, setting my glass down with more force than intended.Emma leaned closer, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's all over the pack forums. Think about it, Viv. Why else would he suddenly return after three years? He's built this whole empire with Blood Moon. He doesn't need the Thorne Pack... unless he wants to lead it."I shook my head. "That's ridiculous. William has been groomed as heir his entire life.""Exactly! And Sylvan was always second best in their parents' eyes," Emma countered, taking a generous sip of her drink. "Maybe he's tired of being the spare and wants to be the heir."The music pounded around us, wolves and humans alike dancing under the pulsing lights."If that's true," Emma continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whispe

(Vivian's POV)"What makes you think that a common werewolf like you deserves the personal contact information of the alpha's son?"The silence was deafening. Jessica stood frozen, humiliated.Watching her, a painful memory surfaced. Three months after our mate-marking ceremony, at a pack gathering, I'd overheard Sylvan say, "Since I can't mark that mate I really want, it's just as well I'm mated to someone else."His words had cut deep. I remember how I'd stood there, glass shattering as it slipped from my fingers. No one noticed me. They never did. I was just the healer, the obligation mate, the one Sylvan settled for instead of the one he wanted.Now, seeing Jessica's humiliation, I felt an unwelcome flicker of sympathy. I knew what it was like to be dismissed by Sylvan Thorne."We need drinks," Emma announced loudly, grabbing my wrist. "Strong ones."She pulled me to the bar and ordered, "Wolfsbane whiskey. Double shots. Keep them coming."I raised my eyebrows. Wolfsbane wh

(Vivian's POV)I slipped away from the main celebration, desperate for a moment's peace. The whispers followed me – hushed conversations about my earlier comment regarding Sylvan's "condition." I hadn't meant to create such a scene, but Michael Hayes's persistent questions about pups had pushed me to the edge.Katherine Hayes found me hiding in a quiet corner. Her face glowed with the new mother's radiance as she approached with a tiny bundle in her arms."Vivian, there you are! I was hoping you'd meet little Alexander."She extended the bundle toward me. I hesitated for only a moment before accepting the newborn pup. His weight was surprisingly substantial for one so small."He's beautiful, Katherine," I said sincerely, cradling him against my chest.The baby's scent was intoxicating – that unique mixture of innocence and potential that all newborns carried. His tiny hand escaped the blanket, fingers grasping at air until I offered my index finger. He gripped it with surprising