The Alpha Biker's Healer のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

For a few seconds, I stunned, my fingers tightening around the glass in front of me. The blood barely moved, but something inside my chest did. I hated that pause. Hated that my body reacted before my mind could shut it down. A quiet, unwanted warmth curled somewhere deep, and I crushed it immediately.I forced myself to swallow and lifted my gaze to Allen, schooling my face into calm professionalism. “I think you’re reading too much into it,” I said, keeping my voice even. “Alpha Jaron doesn’t believe in exceptions. He believes in necessity.”Allen studied me carefully, as if weighing whether to push or let it go. “Maybe,” he said slowly. “But I’ve worked with him for years. I’ve never seen him lower himself like that.”I shrugged, deliberately casual. “He wants to walk again. Any Alpha would do the same.”Before the conversation could circle back to Jaron, I changed direction, needing distance from that thought.“Your parents. Are they living east or west of the territory?”His shou

KHALIA'S POVI held his gaze only long enough to read what I needed. Focus. Control. Frustration buried so deep it was burning him alive from the inside out.I straightened slowly and wiped my hands on a towel. “All right,” I said. “Let’s try standing.”His eyes flicked up. “Now?”“Yes. Now.” I stepped closer to the front of the wheelchair. “Try to stand slowly.”He placed both hands on the armrests, jaw tight, shoulders locked. For a split second, nothing happened. Then he pushed.The moment his weight shifted forward, I saw it. The imbalance. The way his center faltered, how his right leg lagged half a breath behind the left.His body tilted.I moved without thinking.My hands went to his forearm and side, steadying him before gravity could win. His body tensed instantly at the contact, breath sharp, teeth grinding.“It’s okay,” I said calmly, grounding my voice. “That’s normal. Your muscles are waking up. This takes patience.”He swore under his breath. “Fuck it.”No accusation. No

There was no concern in his tone. No softness. Just command.For a split second, pride flared inside me. I wanted to argue. To tell him I was fine, that I could still work, that I had handled worse than this. But then my father’s face flashed in my mind again. His trembling hands. His lies. And behind that memory came another, older one. My mother sitting on the edge of our narrow bed, her shoulders shaking as she cried silently into her palms, thinking I was asleep.I realized then that my agreement had nothing to do with Alpha Jaron’s authority.It had everything to do with her.I straightened slowly, wiping my cheeks with the back of my hand. When I looked up at him again, my voice was steady, even if my heart wasn’t.“Okay,” I said quietly. “I guess it’s better for me too.”His brows knit together just slightly, as if he hadn’t expected compliance. I took a breath, forcing the next words out before doubt could stop me.“Thank you.”The single phrase seemed to hit him harder than a

ALPHA JARON’S POVThe garden was quiet in the way only early afternoon could manage, suspended between duty and rest. Sunlight filtered through the tall hedges, cutting clean lines across the stone path. I stood near the old oak tree at the center, hands clasped behind my back, pretending I was inspecting the roses when in truth my thoughts were nowhere near them.I had dismissed Dr. Ford less than an hour ago.That alone should not have unsettled me. Alphas gave orders. People followed. That was how packs survived.And yet, the image of her face when she said thank you refused to leave my mind.Footsteps approached behind me, familiar and unguarded. I did not need to turn to know it was Daniel.“Alpha,” he greeted, stopping a respectful distance away. “Dr. Ford is leaving the pack house now.”I nodded once. “Yes. I gave her the day off.”There was a pause. A beat too long for someone as disciplined as Daniel.When I finally turned, his brows were drawn together in clear surprise. “Yo

His silence stretched, thick and sharp like the air before a storm. I kept my hands steady on his legs even as my heart thudded unevenly in my chest. The muscles beneath my palms were coiled tight, cords of strain and fury fighting against bone and will.Finally, he spoke.“Start the session, Doctor"The words were clipped. Cold. An order, not a request.I lifted my gaze slowly, meeting his reflection in the mirror ahead of us. His eyes were dark, distant, fixed not on me but on himself, on what he used to be.“My pack needs me,” he continued, his voice low, edged with steel. “Especially now. There’s a rogue threat. Borders are restless. Guards are jumpy.” His jaw flexed. “I can’t afford to be a useless and weak Alpha.”The words landed heavier than he probably intended. Or maybe exactly as he intended.I inhaled quietly, grounding myself.“I understand,” I said after a beat. And I meant it. Truly. “Then we’ll do this properly. Together.”His shoulders stiffened at the word together,