All Chapters of The Alpha Biker's Healer: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

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