Novel & Cerita Healer Mate Sent Me To Mental Institution

He just kept his eyes planted on me and walked over. Alpha blood healing was really something else, I blinked and by the time he was in front of me offering his hand, the blood was still there but the wounds were gone and so were the shards of glass. At first I was speechless, my own healing was slow and dragged along like a snail. Then I could feel Madam Beatrice glaring at me, I could hardly even walk upright like this, much less be able to take another beating tonight. “Alpha Kael, I have to do my job,” I said.

Someone comes in here everyday and injects me with poison, still keeping my connection with Sapphire broken, making me fear I’ll never connect with her again. As my mind keeps reeling and rambling on about what ifs, the bedroom door opens and a healer comes in. “Hello, dear. How are you feeling today?” She asks with a kind smile. I smile awkwardly at her trying to sit up, “you mean, how am I doing in this hell hole. Against my will, away from my mate whose babies I’m carrying? Then great. Just great,” I say sarcastically. The healer frowns at me but doesn’t say anything about my outburst instead she checks my vitals, “ drink this… don’t ask any questions either. If they find out I gave this

I muttered. Then it dawned on me—last month, when I went feral, Evander had said something about how I had regained myself even before the full moon came down. I had not believed him—I should not have believed him—but with Alora’s words, maybe… just maybe, he had been right. I mindlinked him, summoning him to come immediately. “I will be right there, Alpha,” he mindlinked back. But then, if Mara and I were truly meant to heal each other, why was I having dreams about some mate who was in danger?

"She consulted a healer in Central City who diagnosed you with severe spirit sickness brought on by trauma and heartbreak." "I'm not weak," I protested. "Of course not. This isn't weakness." Nathan's voice was firm. "It's a known affliction among wolves who endure extreme loss." I swallowed hard, not wanting to admit how close I'd come to giving up entirely. "The Mind-Healer can help," Nathan assured me. "And there's something else. Do you remember, before your mate bond with Arthur, you had an opportunity to study advanced healing formulations abroad?" I nodded slowly. "I gave it up when Arthur marked me."

Several pack members immediately lowered their heads in deference. I hadn't realized he and Emma had returned from the Eastern Territory. The shock rooted me to the spot. Once, even a glimpse of him would have made my heart ache with the pull of our weakening mate bond, my eyes bright with foolish hope. Now, after deciding to sever that bond, my chest no longer tightened with that painful longing. He passed by with that same unreadable expression, treating me like any other pack employee. Not a flicker of recognition crossed his face. I held back a tremor, turned away, and slipped back to my workstation. I dove into my tasks related to the healing division as if I could seal off every memory

I walked straight into the healer’s quarters and slammed the door. I slammed the door of the healer’s hut behind me and leaned hard against it, heart hammering, chest still raw from the mate bond’s rupture. The silence inside wasn’t comforting. It was empty. Sterile like a grave. I pressed my palm against my chest. The place where the bond had lived—it was… scorched. Not gone, not yet. Just torn and flailing like a cut nerve. He had claimed her in public. Without hesitation. My mate. I shoved trembling fingers through my blood-matted hair. “You felt it,” I muttered to the empty room. “You knew it was me—”

The solid floor beneath me felt as if it instantly collapsed and melted, transforming into bottomless, icy, and bone-chilling quicksand. I am being silently and irresistibly swallowed and sunk by this quicksand, falling straight down into an abyss with no light, no echo, and only boundless cold. My world completely plunged into darkness. “Bleiz!” “Quick, call a healer!” ... Overnight, my family produced another new joke. Yesterday, I left my mate behind at the mate bond ceremony, and today I’m desperately trying to get rid of my mate. My room is already a complete mess. I’ve smashed everything that could be smashed to pieces.

Gibeon needed a breeder. I needed to survive. It was supposed to be a simple, cruel transaction. But the moment his comatose wife opened her eyes, the ruthless Alpha who claimed my body and kissed away my tears threw me to the wolves. Gibeon coldly denied our mate bond in front of the entire pack. He looked into my eyes and declared I meant absolutely nothing to him. Then, he did the unthinkable. He sold me to his lethal half-brother just to get rid of me. I thought I had found salvation in his brother's protective arms, right up until the moment his fangs pierced my neck to mark me. And then I discovered he was the monster who actually slaughtered my parents not Gibeon. Betra

"I wish there was." "There must be." His silence only made my anger grow and then an idea entered my mind. It was desperate enough that I spoke before thinking. "What if..." The healer looked at me. "What if the mate bond is repaired?"

Even her father, Dominic, doesn't have the teeth for this. I spent the day at the bank of the Moon Council, applying for a secured loan against my small shares in the Legal Pack. I needed three hundred thousand to cover the healer’s wing and a private caretaker. I refused to let Dominic use gold to put a leash on me. But at three in the morning, a frantic link from the clinic shattered my world. I don't remember the drive. My hands shook so violently I nearly shifted behind the wheel. As I watched the healers wheeling the Matriarch back into the Spirit-ER, a black hole opened in my chest.