Novel & Cerita Healer Mate Sent Me To Mental Institution

Shocked disbelief still pounded through my body with each heartbeat. Could this really be happening? After all this time, after everything that had happened between us, had he really recognised me as his mate? Had he really come to save me from the silver, even when he’d believed my suffering was the only way to gain his second chance? Could things possibly be changing between us? We stumbled together into the healing rooms, Maya on our heels. Fussing, she sat us down on a double-wide cot, the kind used for mates recovering together. She flitted around the room, snatching down herbs and cordials to brew up some healing tonic for us.

My eyes instantly brimmed with tears. In my past life, it was today. Ethan had taken me to the Pack Healers for the Blessing. Afterwards, I'd been drowsy and dozed off in the passenger seat of the car. When I woke up, my belly was flat. The pup was gone. My mate told me I'd never been pregnant. The Healers said I was there for a general wellness scan. Even my own mother said my desperation for a pup had caused vivid hallucinations. I hadn't accepted it. I'd made a scene, a spectacle. They’d finally had Pack security drag me away to a mind-healer’s sanctum.

As much as she was at fault, my dumb-ass mate was too. I grunted at the thought. The first time I finally accepted him to be my mate was a few hours ago and it had been playing on my mind ever since. I couldn't help but wonder if it played on his mind as well. He didn't seem to be too pleased by the confession, something I couldn't decipher coding his features. Sometimes I felt as if I needed to be an I.T whiz to decode the man I was mated to.

The healer gives me a curt smile, before she leaves the room. Hale lets out a long breath. "I'm so glad you're okay. I thought you were..." "It's okay Hale, I'm fine now," I assure him. I don't feel so fine, my stomach burning with pain, but I'm so grateful to be alive and to have Hale here, that I don't care. I'll heal, now that I'm united with my mate. "I'm taking you home the moment she allows me to," he tells me, looking tempted to just do it right now, regardless of the healer.

The view made me forget all my troubles and focus on the present moment. “I’m so happy we met Evelyn, that you are my fated mate. I don’t have any words to explain how I feel. It’s indescribable. I know this must be shocking and new for you, but please hear me out. I need you to join me mentally and see what our mate-bond can do for us. Let me show you the possibilities of healing that can come from being together.” That grabbed my attention. What did he mean by healing? Could a mate-bond heal someone?

“Haven’t you realized it yet?” My breath caught in my throat as his words sank in. “Mate.” The word echoed in my mind, heavy with meaning. My eyes widened in shock. I could feel Lia’s excitement bubbling up again, her earlier incoherent babble suddenly making sense. Xavier was our second-chance mate.

And I’m sure that explanation will come from Alpha Douchebag. “Can I see her?” I ask, pointing down the hallway towards the patient rooms. Saph nods her head and gestures for me to follow her. We enter a private room and I see Mara lying in a bed, hooked up to machines and an IV drip. “Is her wolf not able to heal her?” I ask, feeling guilty. She is here because of me. I should have trained her better. I have allowed myself to be distracted by the mate bond the last couple weeks. This is just another sign that the mate bond is no good. I haven’t even accepted it and people are already getting hurt because of me. I take a seat next to Mara’s bed.

“We should consult a healer and ask if there’s a safe process to reject your mate.” “Healer?” I asked, confused about the old-school word he used. “It’s something like a doctor, right?” I nodded and smiled a little at him. “Do you know someone? Do you know a healer?” “Of course. I have absolutely someone in my mind.” “Great. Let’s see him—or her, then.” Gliding away from him, I quickly walked past Zarion when he gripped my arms. “Wait.” My eyes burned at the placement of his hand and the pain emitted by his tight grip. “We have to make a deal about this.”

The charged atmosphere crackled with an unspoken understanding. Summoning courage, I closed the distance between us, our gazes locking in a silent exchange. The acknowledgment of our connection, the undeniable bond of mates, lingered in the air like an unspoken vow. Deep into his stormy grey eyes, I whispered, "Let me heal you." My mate! "Blair, my belief won't change just because I am now mateless," he ground out, the words carrying a weight of pain that seemed to pierce through the layers of his stoicism.

And now she was paying the price. I leaned closer, brushing hair away from her face. “I promise you,” I murmured. “They will never hurt you again.” As I watched her fight to stay alive, one truth burned inside me: Lia and her mother had gone too far this time. we need to end this as quickly as possible. Days passed and finally she woke up on the fourth day. I had never left her side. The healers said the mate bond helped the body fight, that it pulled a wounded soul back toward the one it belonged to. I didn’t care about the reason, only that it worked.