All Chapters of The Alpha's Miracle Doctor: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DR. WINTER'S POV(One Week Later)The morning sun is unusually harsh today, but it's nothing compared to the heat burning inside me.“Morning Alpha!” Guards and maidens greet Xavier as he leads me into the packhouse.My skin is sizzling from the hot weather, and I wonder if everyone else is feeling the same or if my condition is due to the fact I hadn't stepped foot out of Kael’s ward in seven days.His state hasn't improved, and I’ve been paralyzed with dread. What if he never wakes up?My bones shiver as the thought runs through my mind.Finally, Xavier stops at a closed door in the upper rooms of the packhouse. “She’s inside.” Xavier utters, looking back at me.“Is this her bedroom?” I ask.He nods.I look around and notice this isn't a private chamber like the one I used to have when I was his wife.I chuckle anxiously. “I heard the WestMoon packhouse was big enough to contain two private chambers, one for the Alpha and the other for his Luna.”Xavier nods. “True, we have two cham

Alpha Xavier’s POVA long queue of business partners and investors wait quietly in front of my home office. My secretaries are doing their best as usual to keep everyone calm.Evading the crowd, I take a fast turn and head into my private chambers.“Steven!”The big man pauses his chess game and gets up on his feet in attention. “Alpha.”“Private time,” I announce, “If my secretaries ask for me, tell them…”“You're having your siesta, got it.” He concludes. “But sir?”I look up at him. “What?”“I’m sorry but your wife is inside.” He says, looking weary.“Jayda? Why did you let her in?” I berate, my cortisol levels rising at once.Steven shrugs. “She insisted and you know how Luna Jayda can be persuasive.”I exhale loudly before walking into my chambers.Unlike the Alphas before me who had private chefs, guards and maidens in the chamber, no one apart from myself stays in here.When alone, I’m no Alpha, no leader, no husband. Just Xavier.Jayda’s candy scent lingers in the hallways and

(Warning: This chapter contains violence and physical assault)Alpha Xavier’s POVThis is insane. I love it.Adrenaline pumps through my veins, making my chest rise and fall. It's the closest thing to feeling alive I’ve felt in a long while.The ringmaster gives me a glance that says, “last chance.”I smirk and his pitiful look morphs into a glare. The naked ladies perform a twirling dance which the crowd cheers to.While they do their brief performance, my eyes scan the ten giant Lycans around me, and my blood runs hotter.Will I survive? Is this the last view I’d have before going into the dark forever?How I wish it was someone pretty, not this bunch of uglies.“This is a waste of our time.” One Lycan spits out in annoyance. “I wanted a challenge.”“Calm.” Another one whose teeth are sharpened akin to tiny blades hisses. “The money is good. We can have other fights later on.”I laugh out.“What's funny?” Another big guy snaps.I flex my arms and crack my neck. “I’ll double the amou

Jayda’s POVThe sunrise is ugly. The room smells like rotten flowers and the tea my servant handed me tastes like horse dung. “Koch!” I lash out, setting the teacup back on its tray. A short middle-aged man rushes in, hands held behind him. He flashes me a smile, exposing his two uneven front teeth. It's been over ten years of Koch serving me, and that smile never fails to bother me. “What is this?” I ask, my facial muscles quivering as I pout my lips. His yin-yang eyes lower to the hot cup of tea, and he looks at me again. “Tea, just as you like it.”A low growl escapes my lips. “Ten years and you still don't know what I like.” Koch shakes his head. “But you loved this mixture yesterday.” “That's yesterday!” I yell, my hands losing grip on the tray and the teacup falls to the floor. “Clean this up!” My blood is riling up inside me as I look out the floor to ceiling window. The training field is filled with handsome young betas challenging one another, shirtless and glowing wit

DR. WINTER'S POVGeron’s eyes flutter slowly before shutting themselves. “G?” I press my head to his chest and I hear his shallow heartbeat. He's alive, but I'm not certain for how much longer. Someone has called the medics already, as their siren blares from a distance.The crowd hovers around me, chattering and gasping as they watch Geron and me. Their sympathy and empathetic gestures prick at my flesh like thorns. There's nothing genuine about WestMoon; even their moonlight casts a hollow darkness beneath its glow.With tears trickling down my face, I rip Geron’s shirt apart, revealing more blade cuts and ghastly scars. Placing the ripped pieces on the cold floor, I rest his head gently.My eyes linger on the blood all over my hands, the red marring my olive skin. Distorted lights blur my vision and all I see is myself six years ago. I'm lying on the forest ground, exhausted and screaming for help as I push out my son. Madam Gina hands me my baby with blood all over him. My hands a