Todos os capítulos de My Mate Gave My Life-Saving Cure to His Ex: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Chapter 21The rogue lunged before the smoke cleared.Alexander met him with the silver tray, not with claws, not with a shift, not with the reckless pride that had nearly killed him twice already. He used the tray like a shield, catching the torch arm and driving it sideways. Silver fire splashed across the tile instead of the fever ward curtains.Caleb grabbed the nearest child and pulled him behind the medicine cabinet. “Scarlett!”“I see it.”The rogue’s goal was not Alexander. It was the ward.I saw that in the way his eyes kept flicking toward the far wall, where the false medicine cabinet hid the copied records and the real files were sealed beneath the fever-unit floorboards. He did not know the exact hiding place, but he knew the right room.That meant the leak was newer than we thought.I snatched a suppressant vial from the emergency cart and threw it at the torch. The glass shattered, white vapor swallowing the flame. The rogue hissed as the vapor burned his wrist.Alexand

Chapter 23Lysa Vale asked to meet in the old west gate holding room.That alone told me she was still trying to control the board. The west gate was far from the main Council hall, far from the clinic, far from witnesses who did not already belong to somebody. Old families liked rooms like that. Rooms with stone walls, narrow windows, and histories no one wrote down.I did not go alone.Daniel came with four guards. Caleb came with a medical bag, because after the last two days none of us trusted a room without one. Alexander insisted on coming until Caleb threatened to sedate him properly this time. That ended the argument.Before I left, Alexander caught my attention from the treatment bed.“Lysa is dangerous,” he said.“I know.”“She doesn’t attack directly. She makes people feel noble while doing ugly things.”That sounded exactly right.I paused at the door. “Is that what she did to your mother?”His eyes lowered. “Yes.”“And to you?”He was silent for a moment. “I let her.”Tha

Chapter 25By noon, the Council hall was full.Not crowded the way it had been during scandal, when wolves came to watch someone fall. This was different. Quieter. Heavier. The old families sat together on one side, stiff-backed and pale. The healers stood on the other, many of them still in clinic coats, smelling of antiseptic, herbs, and sleepless nights. Warriors lined the walls. Border guards stood near the doors.Everyone understood what the vote meant.It was not only about me.It was about whether Silver Moon Pack would keep letting old bloodlines decide who deserved care, who owed silence, and who could be used in the name of duty.I stood before the silver crest with the black ledger on the table beside me.Gregory Vale’s ledger.Marlow’s records.Victoria’s contract trail.Emma’s access logs.Three years of rot, written down neatly by men who had believed records were safe as long as they controlled the room.The presiding elder rose. “Chief Healer Scarlett Hayes has been no

Chapter 27Six months passed faster than I expected.Not because life became quiet. It did not. Power never stayed quiet once it changed hands.The healer protection fund opened with Reed money and Vale fines. The first applicant was a young omega healer from the northern district whose mate had demanded scent grounding after every patrol injury, even when there was no medical need. Under the old rules, she would have been told to endure it. Under mine, she received housing, legal protection, and a transfer to my clinic.The second applicant was a male healer who had been ordered by a warrior captain to provide blood support during training season. He arrived angry, ashamed, and certain no one would take him seriously because he was not a woman and not anyone’s mate.I signed his protection order myself.Care did not belong to one kind of body. Neither did violation.By winter’s end, every clinic in Silver Moon Pack had consent protocols, locked medical archives, and emergency oversig

Chapter 29The new Alpha-heir trials began under rain.Silver Moon Pack had not held open trials in nearly thirty years. Succession usually moved quietly through old bloodlines, sealed in private rooms by elders who claimed tradition knew best. After Marlow and Gregory Vale, no one dared say that too loudly anymore.The training field was packed by dawn.Warriors stood in rings around the central arena. Old families arrived in polished coats and careful expressions. Younger wolves climbed the stone walls for a better view. Healers from my clinic staffed the medical tent under my authority, not under any family’s private command.That mattered.I walked the perimeter with Caleb, checking supplies.“Stabilizers?”“Packed.”“Silver burn kits?”“Packed.”“Ego treatment?”Caleb glanced at the arena, where six heir candidates were already posturing. “Not enough in the world.”I almost laughed.Daniel stood near the Council platform, speaking with the presiding elder. When he saw me, he nodd