Alle Kapitel von ALPHA'S REGRET: Chasing My ExMate Back.: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

MICHAEL“Excuse me, where can I find a private room where I can speak with my wife?”The nurse looked up from the computer in front of her and studied me for a moment before glancing toward Rhonda, who stood a few feet behind me with tears still streaking her face. The entire situation had become a spectacle, and although I understood that she had been frightened for our son, I could not accept the way she had behaved in the middle of the hospital. I needed somewhere away from the curious eyes of the nurses, patients, and visitors, somewhere I could speak to her without an audience and make her understand that whatever problems existed between us would not be dragged into public again.“There are family consultation rooms down the next corridor,” the nurse explained respectfully. “The second door on the left should be empty. You can use it if you need somewhere private.”“Thank you.”I turned without waiting for another word and walk

ALEXANDERHow could such a young woman make so much noise and even raise her hand against a man like that? Not just any man, but an Alpha. I could sense his aura the moment I stepped into the corridor, strong enough that there was no mistaking what he was, yet she had still slapped him without hesitation and nearly caused another scene inside my hospital.I shook my head as I walked back toward my office, unable to understand what I had just witnessed. There was clearly something wrong between the two of them, something deeper than the argument they had allowed everyone around them to hear. The woman had been furious, frightened, and completely consumed by whatever she believed had happened to her son, while the man had looked more exhausted than angry, as though he had spent the last several hours dealing with far more than a difficult wife.Whatever their personal problems were, they had no business bringing them into the hospital.I pushed open the door to my office and walked insi

BREADoctor Jason did not waste another second after I agreed to help.The moment I finished speaking, he studied me for a brief moment, as though making one final assessment of the woman sitting before him in a hospital gown with a recently removed IV line and a bandage hidden beneath her hair. Then he gave a short nod and turned toward the door.“Come with me,” he said. “The patient has already been prepared for surgery, and every minute we spend standing here discussing what might happen is another minute we cannot give back.”I stared at him.For some reason, his response surprised me enough that I remained seated for a moment longer.“You're just going to take me to the operating theatre?”Doctor Jason paused at the door and looked back at me.“Is there a reason I shouldn't?”I narrowed my eyes slightly.“Doctor, you have known me for less than ten minutes. You walked into this room, heard that I was a neurosurgeon, and suddenly you're willing to place a patient in my care. Aren'

ALEXANDERThree hours.For three unbearable hours, I had been trying to convince myself that the sound I heard over the phone had not been as terrible as it seemed.It was impossible.Every time I closed my eyes, the memory returned with brutal clarity. Brea's voice had barely reached my ears before she screamed, and immediately afterward, there had been a violent crash loud enough to make my entire body go cold. Despite my shouting, there was no response. Only silence. At first, I had called repeatedly, convinced that perhaps the network had failed or that she had dropped her phone in the confusion. After several attempts, however, the calls stopped connecting altogether. Her number had been switched off.That was three hours ago.Now, darkness covered the road ahead of me, while the headlights of my car cut through the empty street. Sophie had fallen asleep in the backseat a long time ago, her small body curled against the cushion with one of her arms wrapped around the stuffed rab

BREA“Let's begin.”The words left my mouth quietly, but everyone in the operating room seemed to hear them. I lowered my gaze to the patient's head, where the surgical drapes had left only the prepared area exposed. The monitor beside me continued its steady rhythm, each beep marking another second the patient remained alive. My attention settled on the surgical field, and the world outside that room disappeared completely. I reached for the scalpel the scrub nurse had placed in my gloved hand and positioned it carefully against the scalp. “I'm making the initial incision now,” I said, more for the team than for myself. “Keep the suction ready and watch the blood pressure closely. I want every change reported immediately, no matter how small you think it is.”I made the incision, following the planned line with controlled precision. The scalp began to bleed almost immediately, which was expected because the scalp has a rich blood supply, but I needed the field clear before I could p