Owen Hunt Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

But at the same time, she could see how much he cared and she genuinely appreciated that. And then there was the last person whom she had worried about rather than them worrying about her. Owen. Despite all the re*ssurances he had given her, and all the times he had called her and told her he was alright and that there was no need to worry about him, she still found herself worried. Because she had seen the way his skin paled. Seen the way his eyelids fluttered as the paramedics rushed him into the ambulance. Seen the way blood pooled beneath his hand staining the white of his hoodie

The hospital corridor was crowded and buzzing with tension. Nurses rushed past, monitors beeped somewhere down the hall, and the heavy air reeked of antiseptic and fear. The Harvey family had gathered—Philip pacing restlessly, Sandra sitting with her face buried in her hands, Catherine sobbing against Mason’s shoulder. Everyone was waiting for news about Marcus and Alexander. Then the elevator doors opened. Wren stepped out, pale and trembling, Hannah right behind her. Wren’s eyes darted toward the waiting area, scanning for Alexander. The moment Ophelia saw her, something inside her snapped—an invisible dam shattering all at once.

Grey's words played back in his head like a song stuck on a jukebox. "Athena's made it a lifelong practice not to have many close friends, but Shannon McRae is one of the few." The expression on Grey's face had been serious. "She assures me the woman doesn't spook without good reason and hates asking for help. I'm thinking it might even be worse than she's letting on. This is a special one, Owen, and there isn't another operative I'd ask to take this assignment."

"You've been seen with her. Multiple times." The words hung in the air like a challenge. Greyson felt his jaw tighten. "I wasn't aware I needed permission to have coffee with someone." "You don't," Owen replied smoothly. "But you do need to consider the implications. The Hunters aren't just anyone, Greyson. Logan Hunter and I have a... complicated history." Meagan looked up from her tablet, suddenly interested. "What kind of history?" Owen's smile was sharp. "The kind that makes mixing business with pleasure particularly unwise."

“I, Ciara Joy Callaway, of the Crystal Lake, reject you, Alpha King, Owen Mars Drake of the Blue Eclipse, as my goddess-given mate.” Owen clutched his chest and doubled over, but Hunter and Theo caught him in time to prevent him from falling. Theo can visibly see something is wrong with me but doesn’t understand what is happening. “My King, we gotta go now. We got word people are panicking back home. They need to see you are alive and well.” Hunter grips on to Owen tightly.

I replied and she let out a sigh of relief as she took out her phone. “I'll phone Ethan right now to ask him where he is.” She mumbled and the guilt hit me like a brick as I tried to stop her. Suddenly, the door swung open and Owen was wheeled out of the operating room, the doctor coming out behind them. “Owen!” I rushed over to his side as I took his hands in mine but to my surprise, it was colder than usual. “Doctor, how's my husband?” I asked in fear and he let out a sigh as he walked over to my side.

When she saw my head pop up, she grinned, jumping to her feet. “You’re here. Oh, thank Caine, you made it! I mean, I knew you would but still, it’s well to see I was right.” She exclaimed, rushing over to help me. “Doctor, your assistance is now required. Your burn victim has arrived.” She did know. She knew what would happen, where we would end up, and what we would need. It’s eerie when I think about her oracle abilities and everything she knows but doesn’t tell me. Either way, they helped me escape the tunnel with Khalid on my back. As soon as we were top side Diana and the doctor moved him to the bed to lay face down.

But not while she is so weak and ill. I do know that the procedure was successful for him. Owen recovered. I have to hold onto that happening again. With no tainted blood, they should both be okay. I hope.

Owen Owen rushed to her side before her head reached the ground. Ignoring the stares of passersby, Owen carefully placed Serena in the backseat and instructed his guard to retrieve her purse. Upon their arrival, Owen wasted no time explaining the situation to the medical staff, his voice steady. The doctors quickly sprang into action, assessing Serena's condition and running a battery of tests to determine the cause of her collapse. As Owen paced anxiously in the waiting room, his thoughts were consumed by Serena's well-being. He couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at him, knowing that what he had said earlier had led her into danger once again.

Kai hissed. He shoved me back, his arm a bar of iron across my chest. We froze. At the far end of the corridor, where the shadows pooled thickest, a drone drifted into view. It wasn’t one of the friendly campus delivery bots. This was a Hunter model, sleek, black chrome, shaped like a teardrop, with a single, glowing red eye scanning the floor. It hovered, the hum of its anti-grav engine vibrating in my teeth. It turned. The red eye swept toward us.