Semua Bab The Alpha Biker's Healer: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I shook my head firmly, crossing my arms over my chest. “No. Absolutely not,” I said, my voice steady, though my heart fluttered.Dr. Collins looked at me seriously. “Dr. Ford, I understand your hesitation, but listen. Alpha Jaron’s condition is serious. None of the physical therapists who attempted to help him stayed. They walked away because of his attitude. You are the one who can handle him. You are strong and capable. You understand the demands of working with an Alpha.”I blinked, surprised. Deep inside, I thought, Did they really see me as the better option?Marga, standing nearby, said softly, ‘Dr. Collins, I think Dr. Ford doesn’t want to be involved with an Alpha again after what happened with her marriage to Alpha Ethan.I bit my lip. Why would I want to face another powerful, demanding Alpha?Dr. Collins’s gaze was firm. “Dr. Ford, personal issues and work must be separate. You left this position before because of your history with Alpha Ethan. Now i'm giving you a chance

I blinked at him, unable to stop the sharp breath that left me. “What?” I stepped closer to the bed, keeping my expression steady even though the sudden shift in his voice unsettled me.“Alpha Jaron, you’re in no condition to go anywhere. It’s better to stay in the hospital than go home while you’re still in recovery.”He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw tightening as if he were forcing himself not to explode again.“How can I stay inside this hospital,” he said, his tone low but coiled with agitation, “if every time I inhale the smell of this room, it makes me more sick than my injuries? I feel like I’m being imprisoned here.” He gestured around the private room, the sterile walls and medical monitors reflecting in his narrowed eyes. “I’m trapped. And I don’t do cages.”Behind me, Marga stepped forward cautiously, her fingertips brushing the side of her stethoscope as if grounding herself.“Dr. Ford, I think he has a point,” she said softly. “He’s an Alpha. Isolation, especi

PENT HOUSE, DINING ROOM-NIGHTThe penthouse kitchen felt warm that night, the hanging lights casting a soft golden glow across the marble island as steam curled up from the dishes I had just finished plating.My mother took her seat across from me, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear before lifting her fork.For a moment, there was a peaceful silence, the kind that only exists when the world outside hasn’t managed to intrude yet.I watched her take her first bite, her shoulders loosening with the familiar comfort of a home-cooked meal. I knew I was about to disrupt that calm, but it had to be said. It had to be now.I laid my fork down gently and drew a quiet breath.“Mom,” I began, trying to ease into it. “I need to tell you something before tomorrow.”She paused mid-chew, her gaze lifting toward mine with immediate concern. “What is it, sweetheart?”“I’m moving to the Steel Fang pack house tomorrow.”Her reaction was instant, her hand froze around her glass, and her expres

I felt it not just from the physical imbalance but from the way his presence pressed against me.I steadied him with one hand on his shoulder and one under his arm, keeping my stance firm. His grip on my waist did not loosen. I could feel the frustration in him, raw and sharp, struggling to contain itself.“You are clumsy,” he muttered, voice low and dangerous. His jaw was tight, his green eyes flashing.I did not flinch. I exhaled slowly. “It is not clumsiness, Alpha. You are off balance. You almost fell.”He gave a sharp laugh, bitter and harsh. “Off balance? Because of you? Do you know what I have become because of this? I am weak. And it is your fault I am like this!”I held back a reaction. A dry, bitter laugh slipped out. “Your fault?” I said. “It is your mistake. You chose to push yourself. Now you choose to blame someone else. That is cowardice.”He froze, eyes wide at my words. Then suddenly, he raised his voice. “Cowardice? You call me a coward?!”I flinched at the intensity

I could not look away from him. His eyes held mine like he had hooked something inside my chest and was slowly pulling it toward him, and for a second I forgot the garden and the world.We locked stares for a few seconds, and something shook inside me, something I could not fully name. His voice from earlier, his question, the way he leaned in as if daring me to break, all of it pressed warmth and confusion against the edges of my ribs.That strange tug in my chest felt like affection, unwanted and unexplained, and before it could drag me too deeply, I forced myself to breathe and answered him with steadiness.“I was only doing my job”He studied me with irritation twisting at the corner of his mouth, and then he exhaled sharply before saying, “Fine. Let’s try it again. Now. In my way.”His voice carried that dominant tone he always used.I nodded and guided his chair toward the training mat. He looked at me with a challenging stare, as if daring me to doubt him.I positioned myself b