All Chapters of MATED TO MY BESTIE'S ALPHA DADDY: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Dr. Amalia closes her medical bag with a soft click and turns to face me. She's a tall woman in her fifties, sharp-eyed and no-nonsense, the pack's most trusted physician. I've known her for two decades. I trust her with my life."She's stable," she says, her voice low and professional. "The hypothermia was concerning, but we've warmed her core temperature. However, she's running a fever now—unusual for a patient in her condition.""What does that mean?""It could be a reaction to stress or trauma. Her body is fighting something, and I can't tell what." She pauses. "I need to watch her overnight. We can't wake her just yet.""Why not?""If we force her awake too quickly, there's a risk of brain damage. Her system is in shock. We need to let her come back on her own."I nod, my eyes fixed on Raylynn's pale face. She's lying in my bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets. She looks small. Breakable."She looks so fragile," I say.Dr. Amalia's expression softens. "She's been through somet

I'm breathless. My heart is pounding against my ribs. Adrenaline is still pumping through my veins."You almost hit me," he says, his voice low. Almost amused."You startled me." I try to pull away but my wrist stays stuck in his palm."You're shaking," he says."I'm fine.""You're not fine."His eyes search mine. I can feel his warmth through his shirt. His scent fills my lungs enough for me to feel drunk on it."You've been through something traumatic," he says. "You don't have to pretend that you're okay."I feel the tears before I can stop them. They spill over, hot and shameful. I try to turn away, but he won't let me."Raylynn—""I can't," I whisper. "I can't do this right now.""Do what?""Pretend I'm okay." My voice cracks. "Pretend I'm fine. Pretend that I—" I stop before I confess how much I want him to wrap his arms around me and kiss me deep enough that I forget my name.As if reading my mind, he pulls me closer. His arms wrap around me while his hand cradles the back of m

The study is too quiet.I stand by the window, staring out at the grounds, but I don't see anything. My mind is still in the gym. Still replaying the way Ivy burst through the door. Still feeling the ghost of Raylynn's lips on mine.I should be relieved. Ivy didn't suspect anything. She thought I was forcing Raylynn to train. She dragged her away without a second glance.But I'm not relieved.I'm restless. Unsatisfied. My wolf is pacing inside me, growling with frustration.'She's still here,' he says. 'In this house. We should go to her.''No.''She needs us.''She needs space.''She needs—'I cut him off. I can't think about her right now. I can't think about the way she felt in my arms. The way she kissed me back. The way she said my name.I press my palms to my eyes.Get it together.The door opens behind me and Calder walks in, his expression serious. He's holding a tablet, and he looks like he hasn't slept."Zephyr," he says. "We need to talk."I turn from the window. "What is i

I open the door.No one is there.The corridor is empty. The only sound is the distant hum of the hotel's heating system.I stand in the doorway, frowning. I could have sworn I heard a knock. I could have sworn someone was here.But there's no one.I close the door and lean against it, pressing my palm to my chest. My heart is still racing. My skin is still tingling.For a moment—just a moment—I thought it was him.I push the thought away.I'm being silly. Wanting him so badly that I'm imagining him at my door. That's pathetic. That's—My phone buzzes. Ivy's name flashes on the screen. I answer."Raylynn!" Ivy's voice is bright. "Tell me everything. How was the first day? Did Terry try anything? Did you wear the outfit I packed?""He tried to kiss me.""What?!"I can't help but smile at her outrage. "Relax. I handled it.""How? What happened? Tell me everything. I need details."I settle onto the edge of the bed. My fingers find the hem of my shirt, twisting it nervously."I told him

The water is scalding.I stand under the spray, letting it beat against my shoulders, trying to wash away the frustration that's been building for weeks.It doesn't work.My dick is still hard. It's been hard since the night I slept with her. Since I felt her body beneath mine. Since I heard her moan my name.Every day since has been a slow torture. Every time I see her, I want her. Every time I smell her scent, I need her. And every time I push her away, I hate myself a little more.The water cascades down my chest. I close my eyes and see her face.She was telling the truth. Terry is gone. She broke up with him. She chose me.And I threw it back in her face.I was cold. Distant. Cruel.Because I saw Terry's arms around her and assumed the worst. Because I was jealous. Because I'm a fucking idiot.I press my forehead against the cold tile.She looked at me that night when I delivered the pizza. Those eyes. Hurt. Confused. Waiting for me to say something. Anything.I didn't.I just wal