Semua Bab Alpha Begged His Doctor Luna come back: Bab 41 - Bab 50

(Vivian's POV)The aroma of venison stew filled the kitchen as I stirred the pot. Martha had left early at my insistence. The table was set for two – a final dinner before we agreed to sever our mate bond.I checked my watch again. Two hours and forty-five minutes late."He's not coming," I whispered, gripping the wooden spoon tightly.Phoebe, my wolf, remained unusually quiet within me. She had been that way for days now, accepting the inevitable end.I'd tried to reach Sylvan through our mate bond earlier, but there was nothing but silence. That emptiness had become familiar over the years – a painful reminder of what we never truly had.The pot bubbled over suddenly, jolting me from my thoughts. I quickly turned down the heat. Everything between Sylvan and me had always boiled over at the wrong moment.I picked up my phone and dialed his number again. One ring. Two rings. Three. Four. Five.Voicemail.I hung up and tried again. And again.On the sixth attempt, someone fina

(Vivian's POV)The soft morning light filtered through the half-unpacked living room of my family home at Moonstone Ridge. I was curled up on the only piece of furniture I'd managed to assemble—a plush armchair that still smelled of its packaging. Sleep had finally claimed me around five in the morning after hours of organizing boxes and cleaning.A thunderous knocking jolted me awake.I stumbled to the door, wiping sleep from my eyes. My hair was tangled from the few hours of restless sleep, and I wore a simple oversized t-shirt and sleeping shorts.The knocking grew more insistent."I'm coming!" I called, my voice still thick with sleep.When I pulled open the door, I froze. Sylvan Thorne stood on my porch, looking nothing like the polished alpha I was accustomed to seeing. His normally perfectly styled hair was disheveled, his clothes wrinkled as if he'd slept in them. Dark stubble shadowed his jaw, and his ice-blue eyes were bloodshot. His rain-forest scent was tainted with c

(Vivian's POV)I stared at the disaster spread across my kitchen counter. The venison in the stew was still pink in the center, the beef broth had a strange metallic taste, and bits of dirt clung to the vegetables I'd apparently failed to wash properly. Only the bowl of fresh berries I'd rinsed remained edible.Emma emerged from the bathroom, her face pale but composed. She took one look at my crestfallen expression and offered a weak smile."It wasn't... that bad," she lied, unable to meet my eyes."You just threw up your internal organs," I pointed out. "I think that qualifies as 'that bad.'"I picked up the recipe scroll I'd been following so meticulously and scanned it again. Where had I gone wrong? I'd measured every ingredient exactly as specified."I don't understand," I muttered, frustration building. "I followed everything perfectly."Emma cautiously approached the stove and peered into the pot of stew. "Did you check the expiration date on the meat?"I frowned. "Expir

(Vivian's POV)The Pack Medical Center hallway had fallen into stunned silence. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Sylvan's arm wrapped possessively around my waist, his casual declaration of our mate status hanging in the air like a thundercloud.The Pack Medical Director's mouth opened and closed several times before he finally found his voice."Your... mate?" he repeated, his face paling as the implications sank in.All these years working at the Pack Medical Center, I'd never mentioned my connection to Sylvan Thorne. I'd wanted to succeed on my own merits, not through pack intimidation. Now that careful separation of my personal and professional lives had been shattered in seconds.Sylvan's rainforest scent surrounded me, his body radiating heat and dominance. "Yes, Director. Vivian Bennett has been my mate for over three years. I find it concerning that the most qualified healer in your facility was overlooked for promotion while your niece advanced."The Director tugged at his c

(Vivian's POV)I was reviewing patient files at my desk when Sarah Parker knocked on my door frame."Healer Bennett? Ruby Sterling is complaining about eye discomfort again," she said, her expression apologetic. "Dr. Thompson says you should check on her."I fought back a sigh. Ruby's eye had been healing perfectly the last time I examined it. This was likely just another one of her dramatic ploys for attention."I'll be there in a minute," I replied, closing the file I'd been working on.I'd become something of a reluctant celebrity at the Pack Medical Center since Sylvan's declaration of our mate status. Some colleagues now treated me with exaggerated deference, while others watched me with suspicion, as if expecting me to suddenly throw my weight around.I took a moment to compose myself before heading to Ruby's recovery room. As I pushed open the door, I was greeted by the sight of Ruby happily popping berries into her mouth, looking perfectly content and not at all like some