All Chapters of The Healer Who Stopped Healing Him: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

"Sorry, I need to cancel my reservation for tonight."I spoke softly into the phone, ending the call from the Alliance's top restaurant.It was almost eleven.I'd left the noise of the feast early. Came back alone to the empty Pack House.My phone lit up again. Sarah, from the Alliance Medical Center."Tessa! Spill it!" Her voice was buzzing with excitement. "Was it romantic? Did Alpha Callum book out the whole place for you? You just healed your hundredth critical patient! Did he give you the Luna's moonstone? Are you two finally going to complete the bond?!"Every question was a fresh stab of pain. My wolf whimpered.I swallowed the bitterness in my throat and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Alone."No," I cut her off, my voice flat. "He had to leave. Something came up."I hung up before she could reply.I stripped off the designer gown I'd bought just for tonight. Slipped into a silk nightdress and sat by the floor-to-ceiling window.Fate was a joke.My pack, Silver Moon, was

The next day, the door to my office flew open."Tessa!" Sarah was pale, her voice shaking. "The border patrol was ambushed by high-level rogues. Freya's left arm… it was completely torn off!"Even after everything, the healer in me took over. I sprinted toward the ICU.But I barely made it into the hallway. I hadn't even pulled on my gloves when a wave of furious Alpha energy slammed into me.Callum was there. Covered in blood.His eyes were crimson. A beast on the verge of snapping.He didn't ask for my help. He grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the cold wall."Are you satisfied now?!" he roared, the stench of blood washing over me.Pain shot through my back. I winced. "Let go. I have to stop the bleeding…""Drop the fake concern, Tessa!"Callum's power crushed down on me. His eyes were full of cold hatred and raw panic."If you hadn't thrown your little tantrum yesterday, if you hadn't threatened to break our bond and sent a shockwave through the pack's mind-link, Freya nev

An hour later, I stood in front of my parents' estate in the heart of Silver Moon territory, suitcase in hand.The moment I pushed the door open, I froze.My father was sitting in a plush armchair in the study, wearing a silk robe, calmly reading an old book.A fire crackled in the hearth.This was not a man about to be tried for treason."Dad?" I asked, my voice cautious. "The news said…""The news," my father scoffed, closing the book. He looked at me, his eyes sharp. "Tessa, did you think I'd spent thirty years on the Council just to be some pushover?"He pulled a file from a hidden compartment and tossed it on the table in front of me.The seal of the High Werewolf Council was stamped on top, blood-red and stark."Application for political protection and countersuit," my father said, his voice cold, almost cruel. "It was approved three days ago. The Tribunal has already secretly acquired the true communication logs from the Red Maple front line."My head snapped up. "You knew?""I

Tessa's POVOne year later. A private airstrip in the southern neutral zone."How does it feel to be back on the northern border, my queen?"A low, sexy voice murmured in my ear. A custom-tailored coat, smelling of rich cedarwood and pure Alpha, settled firmly over my shoulders.I turned and smiled into Wyatt's laughing eyes.He was the leader of the southern Obsidian pack, a pure-blooded Alpha from a line far older than Red Maple's. He was also a billionaire, the CEO of a global tech empire.His gold-rimmed glasses couldn't hide the predatory gleam in his eyes, but whenever he looked at me, that power was banked, replaced by a deep, restrained adoration."As long as I'm with you, even the northern wind doesn't feel so cold." I leaned into his strong embrace.In the year since I'd left Red Maple, I had taken my new formulas south. Wyatt had given me unlimited resources and respect. His wolf was naturally protective of me, instinctively deferential to my own power.We were here to bid o

Tessa's POVStepping out of that bar, the cold northern air filled my lungs.I took a deep breath. I could still feel the echo of Callum's desperate howl on my skin.Wyatt took off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders. The clean scent of rich cedarwood wrapped around me."Cold?" he murmured, his eyes soft."No." I leaned into his side and started laughing. Tears streamed down my face.They weren't sad tears. They were tears of relief. Of freedom."What's so funny?" He gently pinched my cheek."I'm laughing because I'm finally free," I said, looking up at him. "Wyatt, thank you.""Don't thank me," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "Thank us."On the way back to the hotel, we passed an art gallery.In the window was a painting of a golden wheat field, so warm and bright the sunlight seemed to be spilling out of the frame."That one," I said, pointing. "For the lobby of the medical center. To remind everyone who walks in that there's always light after the darkness."Wyatt bou