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To heal. To stories that remind us we are more than what tried to break us. With appreciation, — Clare Felix

If you enjoy watching people go from enemies to fuck buddies and then lovers, this is for you. “I wish you died on that ice.” Eli spat as he staggered out of the room. Eli had been bullied through high school and had carried the hurt to adulthood, spending thousands on therapy. He finally had a job he loved and his life was going perfect until Adam Payne showed up as his patient. Adam had led the group that bullied him in high school. Eli refused to treat him but his job was threatened so he reluctantly agreed. What happens when the man he hates is now the reason for a bulge in his pants? What next when this man has to choose between him and his career? Is their love worth

"Rest at ease, young friend. It's just a simple observation that requires more confirmation before I can be certain." Xiao Chen nodded gently, hardly hearing the rest of what the old man was trying to say. The old man's gaze wandered and suddenly rested on the Elixir King Scripture lying just beside him. Disbelieving what he was seeing, the healer stammered, "Wh-what the... Th-this... this is...!" "Oh," Xiao Chen saw what had caught the attention of the old healer. He shut the tome with a gentle slam and tossed it over his pillow. "It's just a simple book about medicine."

"Yes. I'd rather help you with little favors than have you running to other men for help. So spill it. What's the book called?" I actually was looking for an out-of-print book. That book might contain the only clue on how to break a matebond, which could free me from a control freak like Ezra. So if he wanted to find that book for me, fine. Be my guest. "The book is called The Origins of Werewolf Healing. But be warned, it's not easy to find." "If I can't find it, no one can," he said with a light scoff. I hated his arrogance. But I had to admit he might be right. He was one of the most resourceful people in the city.

"If you can't show me the book, at least describe that mysterious pattern you mentioned. What does it look like? Sketch it for me." Helma remembered the image clearly. She grabbed a charcoal stick and a scrap of wood, sketching a rough pattern. "Something like this. But that Book Of Medical Remedies is a treasure trove of ancient knowledge. I can't just burn it up. I bet it's got loads more secrets like this golden thread pattern hidden inside." The Book Of Medical Remedies, she considered, was a treasure trove of ancient knowledge; she could not just burn it up, convinced it harbored many more secrets like the golden thread pattern.

Weeks become months. The book grows. It becomes a document of everything that comes after the first book. It becomes a chronicle of healing that isn't neat or linear. It's messy. It's full of setbacks and breakthroughs. It's the real version of what happens when you decide to stay and do the work. One day I finish a chapter about the therapy work. About Dr. Voss and the specific grace of having someone guide you through your own healing. I read it to Dominic and he listens without interrupting.

"And you must be the healer I've heard so much about. Dr. Caelum Ashford, at your service." "How exactly did you hear about her?" Kael's voice carried a dangerous edge. Dr. Ashford smiled, the expression warm and genuine. "Word travels in our circles, Your Majesty. A powerful healer appearing at the same time as rumors of your mate bond? Such news doesn't stay secret for long." "Our circles?" I found my voice. "What circles?" "Scholars, researchers, those of us who study supernatural curses and their remedies." He gestured toward the books scattered across our table. "I see you've been doing research of your own. Admirable, though I suspect you're working with incomplete information."

Lorren laughed and handed him a special item when he expressed his concerns. “You can refer to this manual when in doubt,” the drunken priest gifted a basic anatomy book. “However, you’re not exactly a pure-blooded human. Use that as a mere reference. When healing those who can use mana, use their mana channels as a guide. It’s easier that way.”

“I don't care, I hissed in their faces. There wasn't a mirror in sight here, but I just knew that if there were one, then my anger would have been hot to break it into a million pieces. I tried to calm myself down,but no matter what I did or how hard I tried, it just didn't work. In a fit of rage, I did a quick sweep of the place. Alongside the other things they used for healing obviously, was a huge bookshelf not far away from where I stood. It looked ancient and old, like something my forefathers had used and passed down from generation to generations. Even the air around it pulsed weirdly, and without knowing why the hell that was so, I marched towards it I could feel the rest of the heal

Why was she still laying down like it was all too late? Grabbing the book, she flipped towards the page where she saw the instruction on healing. She was so sure she had followed everything, and yet why are there still no changes? She starts reading, pointing her hand on the words on the book, making sure she didn’t miss anything. She read it once, twice, three times, until the words started to feel like it was moving away from her, flying, until it was all too blurry to even read. She hadn’t realized she was crying; she probably had been for a few minutes now. A tear drop falling on the page of the book, dampening it, made her stop.