All Chapters of The Alpha Biker's Healer: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Alpha Jaron's POVIn the evening, my phone suddenly rang.The vibration echoed far too loud in the quiet of my office, snapping the thin thread of calm I’d been clinging to all day. I frowned when I saw the name on the screen.Doctor Kahlia Ford.My thumb hovered for half a second before I answered. “Hello?”“Hello, Alpha. How’s the pack?” Her voice was professional, warm but tired. I could hear it. Gods, I could feel it.My jaw tightened.I couldn’t tell her the truth. Not now. Not when her mother was lying in a hospital bed, fighting her own battle. She carried enough weight already. I would not add Betty to it. I would not add blood and screams and almost-death to her shoulders.“We handled it,” I said evenly. Too evenly. “Nothing serious anymore. Situation’s under control.”There was a pause on the line, the kind that told me she knew I wasn’t saying everything. Kahlia had always been sharp like that. Too sharp.“I’m glad,” she finally said. “How… how are you holding up?”I exhale

Betty blinked again, slow and deliberate, as if trying to understand what was happening.I caught her eyes, the faint shimmer of mischief in them, and blinked back. That subtle signal, the one we had agreed on, told her to play the part. She exhaled softly, feigning weakness as she rolled her leg slightly to the side, letting it tremble like it weighed a hundred pounds.Kahlia’s gaze sharpened.“Alpha,” she started, voice tight, but she did not speak the words I expected. Her training screamed at her, physical therapist instincts kicking in, but her eyes betrayed confusion. She looked at Betty’s legs, then back at me, searching for some clue she could not find.“She, she can’t walk properly,” I said quietly, keeping my voice measured, careful not to give the truth away.Kahlia knelt beside the bed, examining Betty closely. Her hands hovered, ready to touch, but she hesitated, giving Betty time to ‘react’ under my silent instruction. Betty bit her lip, biting down on her natural reflex

KAHLIA'S POVThe room smelled faintly of antiseptic and chamomile.Morning light slipped through the half-drawn curtains, soft and pale, settling gently over my mother’s face. She slept better today, her breathing steady, no longer shallow or strained the way it had been in the days immediately following her heart surgery. I adjusted the blanket around her shoulders, careful not to wake her, and turned back to the small tray balanced on my knees.The soup had cooled to the perfect temperature.I stirred it slowly, watching the steam curl upward, grounding myself in the ordinary rhythm of care. Spoon. Pause. Breathe. I had done this so many times now that the motions felt instinctive, almost sacred. For all my training, all my years as a doctor, nothing humbled me more than tending to my own mother.She stirred, eyelids fluttering open.“Good morning,” I said softly, offering her a smile I hoped looked steadier than I felt.“You’re hovering again,” she murmured, lips curving faintly. E

Her name left my mouth like a wound.The moment I said it, Alpha Ethan, I knew I had crossed a line.Kahlia went still.Not frozen in fear. Not startled.Still, the way a lake goes quiet right before it freezes.“Don’t,” she said quietly.That single word carried more weight than her earlier plea. Her jaw tightened, her fingers curling into the fabric of her coat as if anchoring herself to something solid.“Is it because Alpha Ethan hurt you,” I pressed on, unable to stop myself now, “and you think I’m like him?”She laughed.But there was no humor in it.“That’s exactly the problem,” she said, lifting her eyes to mine. They were bright, sharp, and painfully clear. “You aren’t like him.”The words hit me harder than if she had said I was.I frowned. “Then why push me away?”She took a step back, putting deliberate space between us. “Because every time you do this, every time you show up, every time you look at me like I matter, it proves it.”“Proves what?”“That you and Alpha Ethan a

Days passed.They did not blur together the way I expected them to. Each one arrived sharp and deliberate, like the slow ticking of a clock you could not ignore once you noticed it.Kahlia kept her word.Every morning, without fail, she arrived at the pack estate just after sunrise, her posture composed and her expression professionally neutral. She carried her tablet, her medical bag, and a distance she never quite closed. She spoke to me only when necessary, brief and polite, as if our late night confession had been a shared hallucination we had both agreed not to name.And every morning, she worked with Betty.Betty lay in the recovery wing with her leg wrapped and her face pinched in exaggerated pain, playing her role to perfection. Betty was not disabled. She could walk just fine if she wanted to. She stayed in that bed because I had ordered her to.Because I needed Kahlia here.Kahlia knelt beside the bed, patient beyond reason, guiding Betty through exercises designed to restor