Once Upon A Time The Doctor Mga Nobela at Kwento

The Doctor, who is now just getting a little more slightly annoyed than me, rumbles with a firm voice, “Mr. King, I know how to do my job, and when I tell you that your fiancé is fine, then she is fine.” I look suspiciously at him. "Do you want me to show you how to do your job even better than you are doing it now?" "Mr. King, I feel sorry for the woman that marries you." Ya, that is me. I rip out my gun and point it firmly into the clever fucking ass Doctor’s face, “Now, do you want to repeat that again?” “Hunter!” I turn my head to Raven that is giving me such a fateful look that I swear I have just died. So very slowly, I slip my gun back in my pants. The Doctor is standing there somewha

"You're six weeks gone, my lady," the doctor informed Ophelia after making his way in. "Come again, perhaps I might have misheard you," Ophelia breathed out faintly from where she laid to rest, "perhaps the news is for someone else and not me." "I'm afraid you're the only patient I've had this morning." Ophelia cleared her throat and maintained eye contact with this doctor who she thought had probably gone mad or something. "If this is a joke, I'll advise you to stop it immediately as I am not in a good mood for it," she shot him a flat look.

"Gwen was right. There is something magical in this venom Chris." Chris nodded grimly as I turned to the doctors. "I will be replacing the witch who was helping you with creating the cure before this. Leave breaking the magical part to me," I announced to the slightly shocked and awwed looking doctors. "Of-of couse, Luna," the doctor said. It was the same one who had checked me when I had come into the infirmary for the very first day, Dr. Winfield. I nodded, setting up a quick schedule with them.

before the door opens to admit a thrall who appears to be in her thirties, with reddish-brown hair held back in a low ponytail and big freckles on her pale skin. I cross my ankles and nervously drum my heels on the hollow metal base of the exam table, waving with my fingers. “Hi.” “Your Majesty.” The doctor curtseys to me, then to Owen, and somehow pulls it off while balancing an open laptop on her arm. “Your Majesty. I’m Doctor Campbell. It’s an honor to serve you both during this blessed time.” “Um, thanks,” I say, still not used to this type of formality. “Your wrist looks like it healed well,” the doctor notes. “Any troubles with that, at all?”

But that look of surprise lasted only for a second. "Great act, Alexandria. I almost believed you." Before my lips could open, to express my protests, the door flung open. A tall, lean man wearing a doctor's robe entered the room. He was good-looking, but the first man was more appealing though. Suddenly pulling into a stop, The Doctor eyed the man in front of me with a warning glance. "Lucas! What the hell are you doing to the patient." The Doctor was horrified. Something that resembled fury sparkled in his eyes.

Something i thought would never happen. Alex's entire body went still, her eyes locked on mine. Her mouth was slightly open, like she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. And i couldn't blame her. I could practically see her mind working through the information, putting the pieces together. Then almost as if the universe knew I needed a distraction, the hospital door slid open. A man stepped inside, dressed in a clean white coat. His gaze met mine, and a warm smile spread across his face. "Oh, wonderful to see you awake, my Luna Queen. I am Doctor Phillips"

Alpha Asher said without taking his eyes off Luna. The door opened and Dr. Williams, the pack’s elderly doctor, walked in carrying a black medical bag. He was in his sixties with gray hair and kind eyes, and he’d been the pack doctor for over thirty years. “Alpha,” Dr. Williams said respectfully, bowing slightly to Alpha Asher. Then his eyes fell on Luna and his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Luna? What are you doing here?” Luna’s face flushed with embarrassment. “I… I’m not feeling well, Doctor,” she said quietly, looking down at her hands.

He approached with a medical bag, ready to provide any necessary care. "How are you feeling, Luna Arabella?" He inquired, concern etched on his face. "I'm... tired," I admitted, the exhaustion seeping into my words. The doctor conducted a brief examination, checking my vitals and ensuring there were no immediate health concerns. Meanwhile, Mary continued her magical assessment, her brow furrowed in concentration. "You need time to recover," The doctor advised. "Rest is essential, and I'll prescribe some potions to help replenish your energy."

Moments later, the pack doctor rushed in. He bowed quickly. “Your Majesty.” “There’s no time for pleasantries Doc,” I spoke in a firm tone. “My Luna needs your help.” He wasted no time, setting to work, cleaning her wounds, and stitching where necessary. I sat in the corner of the room, my fists clenched, watching every movement. The doctor spoke softly as he worked. “She’s strong,” he murmured. “She’ll heal.” As the doctor finished, I escorted him outside. “Thank you so much, Doc!” I said softly.

She thought she could outsmart me, deceive me—but she had no idea who she was dealing with. Once inside the throne room, I paced back and forth. My mind raced, piecing together the events of the past months. The pregnancy, the birth... something didn’t add up. And if there was one person who knew more than he let on, it had to be the doctor who saw to her pregnancy. I sent for him immediately and then sat on my throne. I had to remain calm and focused. The truth would come out soon enough. An hour passed before the doors creaked open, and Doctor Farkas shuffled in. He looked as if he had been dragged from his bed—his hair was unkempt, and his eyes still held the grogginess of interrupted sle