All Chapters of The Alpha Biker's Healer: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I woke to the sterile scent of the recovery room, sharp under the faint hum of the medical equipment. My head felt heavy, but the first thing I registered was the warmth and tension beside me. I blinked slowly, adjusting my vision to the soft light, and froze. Alpha Jaron’s hand was gripping mine tight, urgent, like he could not bear the thought of me slipping away from his sight. His eyes, dark and raw, locked onto mine the instant they met mine, full of panic and something I could not quite name.The moment he saw my eyes open, he released my hand with a snap, almost violently, like a reflex. His gaze darted over me, scanning for any sign of weakness, and the edge in his voice made me straighten immediately.“Doctor Ford,” he rasped, his tone sharp, almost commanding. “Are you okay?”I gave him a small, professional smile, hiding the rapid thrum of my own heartbeat. “I’m fine,” I said carefully, though every movement of my shoulder reminded me of the bite, of the collision, of the c

The question hit me like cold water. For a moment, the fever, the ache in my shoulder, the heaviness in my limbs, all tightened at once. My mother had no idea that I could barely lift myself without trembling. She had no idea that Amelia and Betty hovered around me anxiously, checking every breath, every shift in my color. She had no idea that Alpha Jaron stood over me, expression carved in stone, listening to every word that left my mouth.I felt his gaze sharpen the moment she asked that question. I could feel it like a hand at the back of my neck.I swallowed carefully. “Mom… I do not know yet.”She exhaled softly, that familiar sound she always made when she tried not to show worry. “It is alright, sweetheart. Take your time. Your work is important. I just miss you.”My chest tightened again. The fever made it harder to breathe, and Amelia immediately glanced at my face, as if she sensed the strain beneath the voice I forced to sound normal.“I miss you too,” I whispered.“You kno

His attention stayed on me. His stare was cool, unreadable, but sharp enough to feel like it was going through my chest.“What were you two talking about.” His tone was not loud. It was low, calm, yet commanding enough to make the room feel smaller.I blinked in surprise. “We were just talking about our lives. Stories of our family. Why?”He held my gaze for three seconds. His expression didn’t change. Not even a flicker of irritation showed. Only that flat, cold calmness that somehow felt more dangerous than anger.“Nothing,” he said finally.Then he glanced at Betty. “Stay close.” His voice was deeper this time, his dominance tightening the air. “If anything changes in her condition, call me immediately.”Betty bowed her head again. “Yes, Alpha.”Without another word, without even a last look at me, he turned his wheelchair and left the room. The door closed quietly behind him.Quiet. No outburst. No sudden storm. Just silence.I stared at the door long after he was gone.“He is rea

His expression changed instantly, narrowing in a way that made the tension in the room grow heavier. Alpha Jaron leaned back slightly in his wheelchair, his jaw ticking once before he released a slow, controlled breath.“Overreacting?” he asked calmly, too calmly. “You think this is overreacting?”My pulse thudded in my throat, but I forced myself not to look away. “You act like every small thing is a threat. I appreciate your concern, but you do not need to control every breath I take.”His eyes sharpened. “If I do not control it, who will?”I was not prepared for the intensity of that question. Not the way it sounded less like anger and more like an admission he did not want to make. His hand gripped the armrest of the wheelchair as if steadying himself.“I just want your fast recovery,” he said, his voice harder now, frustration pushing through. “So I could work on mine too. I am tired of being like this. Sitting in this wheelchair like a prisoner in my own body. So please. Coopera

My breath hitched instantly.I straightened at once, instinctively fixing my posture even though my body still felt weak. My heart thudded against my ribs in a frantic, uneven rhythm. I had prepared myself for Betty, for the safety of her presence, for the innocence of water and small talk.But it was not Betty.It was him.Alpha Jaron entered my room as if the space had been built around him. The door shut behind him with a soft click that somehow echoed in my chest. His presence shifted the air, pulling it taut like a string stretched to its limit.His eyes found mine immediately.That cold, unreadable stare, sharp enough to cut through every defense I thought I had left. Yet something flickered there, something too quick, too subtle, too dangerous for me to fully grasp.My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.I remembered Betty’s words.He cares for you.He stayed outside.He brought flowers.I shoved the thoughts back violently, afraid they would spill out of me and show on my fa