Alpha Medic Novels & Stories

"Don't worry! You'll be fine. Alpha Trey Blackwood is a good man. You'll be safe in the Blackwood pack." "Where's my breakfast?" Adam shouts as he enters the kitchen. He takes his seat at the table across from me. His hair is damp and combed neatly back. He looks gorgeous. I can feel myself blushing as I stare at him. "Here," Alice says handing him a plate. "Enjoy your meal, Adam." "Thank you," he replies smiling politely. He eats quickly, pushing his empty plate away and standing up. "Thanks for breakfast ladies."

“A message arrived this morning.” Luna slipped out of bed, pulling on a robe as she crossed to him. “From who?” His jaw ticked. “The Alpha Council.” Her heart skipped. “They know?” “They do more than know.” He turned to face her, holding out the sealed scroll. “They’re demanding an audience. In three days.” Luna’s fingers trembled as she took the scroll. The wax was stamped with the ancient emblem of the High Council—an ouroboros wolf, devouring its own tail.

And yet, here I am, trudging through the misty forest again, guided only by this strange pull in my chest that has no medical explanation. A connection. A bond. To him. Malakar. Alpha werewolf, who I'm supposedly mated to by fate. The phrase alone should send me running back to my carefully constructed life, but instead I find myself running after him again, even after everything that's happened. Maybe I'm the one that should have my head examined by one of the doctors in the psychiatric wing.