Todos os capítulos de ALPHA'S REGRET: Chasing My ExMate Back.: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

BREAFive years later. My alarm rang at five fifty a.m, waking me up from a restless night. For five years, my nights had been filled with nightmares. A constant reminder of the rejection I had faced years ago. I still remember that afternoon like the back of my hand. I remember how much the rejection seared at my ribs, leaving me completely weak. I had run away from the pack to start a new life. Yet every time I closed my eyes, all I remembered was Rhonda and Michael.I grudgingly stood up from my bed and walked to Blake's room. He was still fast asleep. I picked him up and kissed his forehead. "Good morning, sweetheart," I said as he stretched awake. "Good morning, mummy." He hugged me. "Did you sleep well, baby?""I did.""That's good," I said and helped him wear his slippers. "Let's get you ready for school."Blake was four years and a few months now. He was the best thing to ever happen to me. He was smart and sharp and had his father's features. The most handsome little bab

BREA"Hey..." I rolled my chair toward Amelia's desk and lowered my voice. "I'm clocking out. I promised Blake I'd pick him up early today."She looked up from the chart she was reviewing and smiled."I had a feeling you were going to disappear before everyone else.""I prefer to think of it as leaving on time."She laughed."Fair enough.""You'll cover for me?""When have I ever said no to that little gentleman of yours?"I reached across the desks and squeezed her hand."Thank you. Seriously, what would I do without you?""You'd survive.""I wouldn't.""You definitely would."We both laughed.I picked up my handbag and slipped my stethoscope inside before slinging it over my shoulder."Any surgeries left?" Amelia asked."No. I finished everything before the meeting. Just keep an eye on my post-op patients. If anyone develops a fever or starts showing neurological changes, call me immediately."She gave me a mock salute."Yes, Doctor.""You're impossible."Still smiling, I waved good

ALEXANDER KNOX “Please, Doctor! Somebody help my son!”The desperate cry reached me from across the reception area just as I was finishing a conversation with one of the hospital administrators. I turned instinctively toward the commotion, my attention immediately drawn to the man who had rushed through the entrance carrying an unconscious child in his arms.The hospital lobby had been relatively calm only moments earlier, but everything changed as soon as the man's voice tore through the air. Nurses abandoned their conversations and hurried toward him, while several doctors emerged from the nearby corridors to see what was happening. The child's head was bleeding heavily, and there was enough blood staining his father's clothes to make even the most experienced physician uneasy.I took a step forward, prepared to intervene if necessary, but then I saw Brea pushing through the crowd.She moved with the calm efficiency I had come to recognize since joining the hospital. Her expression