Healer Mate Sent Me To Mental Institution นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Neal's POV I lay in my bed, staring at the cracks in the stone ceiling. I had left the healing room after the healer confirmed that perhaps because I had been with my mate, my body miraculously healed so fast. Yes, my body didn't hurt anymore, but my mind was a storm. I couldn't stop thinking about the attack. The way the Moonshade warriors jumped out at us. The way they knew our every move. Martha, the old healer, came in with her medicine bag to my room, to give the drugs she had promised she would bring, in case of any pain.

She was a middle-aged woman, and I nodded. "Get to it." I moved back to sit in the lobby chair, waiting for the nurse to phone Dr. Matthew and let him know about my arrival. Dr. Matthew had tried to heal my mother, but it didn't work. He only helped recommend the psychiatric medicine we used to lessen her feral condition. I pulled out my phone and checked my last chat with Quincy. I texted her: Me: I am sorry, babe. Give me time to think it through, but I promise you that I will not reject you for my real mate.

But then certain phrases jumped out. Critical condition. No will to live. Psychological trauma. Patient unresponsive to stimuli. What the hell? "I don't understand." I looked up at the Healer. "I don't remember any of this." "No," he said quietly. "You wouldn't." "What happened to me?" The Healer settled into his chair with a heavy sigh. "Your mother brought you here one night. You were... broken. Not physically. You had no wounds, no signs of poisoning, no illness we could identify. But you were dying anyway."

So he thought I almost died because he told me about the vision? ‘I don’t think that was the case at all,’ I replied. ‘We just didn’t think Silas would pull such a move and let our guard down. Stop thinking like that and go and rest. We still have a real mating ceremony to plan for.’ ‘But are you ok?’ ‘I’m perfect,’ I said. ‘My mate is a healer, remember? She fixed me up.’ I cut off the link and glanced at Raina as she stepped out of the bathroom.

This was the 99th time I was told, under the healer's disdainful gaze, that my private part was infected and ulcerated again. "If you don't take care of yourself, this will get worse and could kill you." I swallowed the humiliation, forced a self-deprecating smile, and quietly accepted the healer's blunt, uncaring words. I was the mate of Grote Mendoza, the Valkyrie pack's Alpha. His desire was insatiable, and he needed me day and night.

after a few moments, he sits back down on his seat and I follow suit. “My Alpha King… There can only be one explanation for what has happened to you today,” Healer Anderson breathes out, each word heavy and hanging in the air. “Yes? What is it? Is it an herbal remedy that you administered to my mother that I somehow ingested?” I lean forward, eager to hear his response. But Healer Anderson shakes his head no. He remains quiet for a brief moment, the wheels inside his head turning by the second. When he opens his mouth, I am left speechless. “This can only mean that you have found your fated mate.”

He paused, then turned his body to look at me. “My power goes beyond what most have, far beyond. No on in the Pack, at least that I’ve ever known or heard of, has been on the same level. I’m not saying this to boast, it is just the truth. And I think you should know it all, since you are my Mate.” My heart responded more to the word Mate than my mind. I nodded my head slightly, just to show I was still listening, still with him. “I’ve gone through therapies and treatments, and nothing has helped. I worried for so long that there was no cure, that I was cursed to destroy myself.”

“Saying it doesn’t help.” His jaw clenched. You could see him chewing on words he didn’t wanna spit out. “I’m not here to fix it. Just—tell me where your head’s at. What do you want me to do?” Her arms clamped tighter. “I don’t have a clue. Shit, I don’t even know who I am anymore.” One second, she’s just Evangeline, scraping by in the pack. Next, boom—she’s his mate, some Luna with magic powers and a target on her back. Not exactly what she signed up for.

But he lost his strength, and his hand fell limply in midair. The genius healer Sebastian died by poison under a full moon—the same way his most beloved mate had died. - Meanwhile, I opened my eyes in the human world. I stared at the concrete ceiling for a while, lost in thought. There was no suffocating herbal scent or bone-deep, searing pain. There was only the smell of mustard drifting up from the hot dog stand downstairs. I rolled out of bed, bare feet touching the floor. The cool, real sensation grounded me. I was really back.

“I can leave the hospital now. Luna still needs my care.” Carter touched the wound on my chest. His fingers trembled. He reached toward me. I instinctively backed away. “Mia… you’ve changed.” I lowered my head. The room fell silent. Then Carter’s phone rang. Amelia’s tearful voice came through the phone. “Carter… the pup is kicking again.” “I threw up… I can’t eat anything…Can you send Mia back to help me?” Before Carter could answer, I removed my hospital gown.