Alpha Medic Novels & Stories

Murmurs quickly fell across the room as the Alpha's spoke to each other in confusion. "Why would the inner circle want your mate?" The question came from Alpha Claud of the River Stone pack. Alpha Claud's pack was smaller than most, but it lay within North Dakota's plains and shared a truce with my pack's family for generations. Alpha Claud was younger than the rest of us, and he always seemed to question everything that happened around him. The alliance, however, allowed his naïve mind to be voiced.

Usually, though, I wasn’t relying on her mate’s affection towards my twin sister to get me out of a sticky situation. “Can I help you?” asked the Medic on duty. He was a broad and bulky man, strong enough to lift patients straight off the battlefield, with a shock of night-dark hair and a face creased from years of pulling the same, taut frown during difficult surgeries. He wiped his hands on his apron and looked at me expectantly. I cleared my throat and rocked back on my heels. “Um, yes. I’m here to see the Alpha.” “You do know that you aren’t supposed to be out of your home?” he replied, his voice strained.

“First up, Alpha Kael, from the Blackstorm Pack. He is… well, terrifying. Quiet, ruthless, and rumored to have challenged his own father for dominance. He’s basically the guy everyone avoids unless they have a death wish.” I grimaced. “Yeah, I’ve already met him.” She blinked. “You what? When?” “Yesterday,” I said flatly. “He’s exactly as terrifying as you described.” Her jaw dropped. “Details” “It was just a brief moment but I hope we never meet again” I answered her “Okay, moving on,” she said, recovering quickly from her shock. “Then there’s Alpha Alaric. He’s been here two years. Smart, charming, every teacher’s favorite. Too perfect, if you ask me.”

More likely to actually work. Over the next two weeks more Alphas arrive. Some I recruit personally. Others hear about us and come on their own. Each one adds strength. Numbers. Resources. Experience. Skills. Everything we need to actually have a chance against Corbin. Alpha James brings medical expertise. His pack has the best healers in the region. They'll set up field hospitals. Treat wounded. Keep our fighters alive through battles that should kill them. Alpha Maria brings logistics. Her pack specializes in supply chains. Transportation. Making sure armies stay fed. Equipped. Mobile. She takes over our supply operations and suddenly we're not worried about running out of food or weapons

“No pressure, then.” Corvin arched a brow. “You’re already under it. You just keep pretending you’re not.” Silence stretched between us, heavy with things I didn’t want named. “What happens,” I asked finally, “if the Alpha rejects the bond?” Corvin didn’t answer right away. He stared into his mug, jaw tightening. “Then the fire looks elsewhere,” he said. “And gods help anyone standing in its path.” My wolf snarled uneasily. I stood, heart pounding. “You’re saying she’s dangerous.”

Sensing a subtle reluctance in her uncle's response, Alexa's resolve wavers, understanding that her request may not be swiftly fulfilled as she had hoped. Disheartened by the realization that her plea may not yield immediate assistance, Alexa nods in silent acquiescence, a gesture laden with unspoken resignation. Without further protest or argument, she retreats with a heavy heart, the weight of her injury and unmet plea hanging heavy in the air as she disappears into her room, her steps echoing softly in the hallway. Meanwhile, Alpha Kaden resumes his climb up the stairs, his movements steady and resolute, a portrait of authority and duty in motion.

From the window the tiny little rays of sunlight filtered into the room announcing the birth of a fresh day. “Hello ma'am. Good morning”One of the medic greetings said they also dreaded the Alpha because he is a respected person whether big or small. There were two of them, a doctor and a nurse. The man was about 5'9in height with a slender body mass that made his shoulders look sharper than they should have been. He stood in front of me, eyes sharp, and a straight expression covering his entire face. “Come on Ma'am you need to take your medications. Have you had something to eat at least?”. He asked me not because he cared about how I was doing but because he had to do his damn job and the

"The pack healers have already transferred her to the sacred sanctuary. Her lifeforce is burning out." Michael rushes out of the Alpha Council Hall, his massive boots slamming against the stone floors as he links directly to his personal transport unit. He drives through the Silvermoon Capital with lethal speed, the engine roaring through the mountain passes as he dials Jone’s private frequency, only for the connection to drop into dead silence after several rings. He dials again, his alpha pheromones spiking so violently that the interior of the vehicle smells of ozone and raw aggression.

Or at least, that’s what they told me. I set the drink down and picked up the envelope, my fingers hesitating for only a second before tearing it open. The paper inside was crisp, official. I scanned it quickly at first… then slower. Then again, just to make sure I wasn’t imagining it. Adam, Alpha of the pack, was offering me a position. Head of Emergency Medicine at the pack hospital. A hollow laugh escaped me, sharp and humorless. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” After two years of silence, this was how he reached out?

But then everyone's focus went back to James. Alex came over and looked at the scratch on his brother's shoulder and then up at his brother. ”It’s not healing,” ”It’s fine,” James tried to sound confident. ”James, you’re an Alpha and that mutt out there was a non-rank, low life, garbage eating rogue wolf. This should've been healed already.” Alex was getting frustrated, his tone was lowering and his shoulders were hunched forward. ”I said-” James took a step closer. -” I’m fine.” James’s jaw clicked and his chest rose and dropped as his breathing got heavier.