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I wrote on the notepad again, "What does this have to do with the healer?" The beta's expression turned serious, "The healer specializes in helping pregnant women who have experienced trauma. She can help you cope with your emotions and ensure a healthy pregnancy." I felt a lump form in my throat as I heard the beta's words. No one had ever offered to help me like that before. I had always been on my own, fighting to survive. I looked up at the beta, searching for any sign of ulterior motives. But all I saw was kindness and concern in his eyes.

For being my father's mate, she had a good life up until the attack. The attack happened after my first shift, which had me thinking that the attack has got something to do with me and my abilities. I can heal without losing my wolf strength because my wolf is her own entity and I am me but we work better together. When I heal, I drain my human body and then Xena, my wolf replenishes my body with the desired amount I need to go on with my life until my body heals. I walk out of my room to the kitchen, hoping to catch my mother before she goes for her morning walk.

That's all you all are good at, raise the phones up create your own scenarios and rumors, I'm here for it all Zuri Campari Banks, crazy ass Nepo baby, that needs rehab when she clearly doesn't. I am human like you all okay? Get that into your heads, you all would understand that if you also got cheated on by your boyfriend with a senior you admire and trust! Gets accused of physical violence, then accused of drugs and needing mental health consultation. I will not keep quiet! I will not! You all want to ruin me, but I don't mind ruining me before you do! I am still iconic and you all will forever tag me as that!

DAISY Curling up on my bed with a bag of chips open beside me, I flip my mum's journal open and start reading. ‘The key to healing isn't just treating symptoms. It's about understanding the root because every illness has a source, and every source can be traced back to imbalance either in the body, in the spirit, or in the energy that flows between them.’ Softly, I trace my fingers over her words, wishing I could have known her better. Wishing she could have taught me all of this herself instead of leaving me to piece it together from her journals.

Dear Honey, I see you healing more since ysterday. Here's your today's dose of positivity and stress-reducer letter: Wounds that do not heal soon will also be fine one day. You need not imagine an unhealed physical state. Power is within. Life needs a place to re-begin. You grant life that open space. Come cultivate good health on soil, and pluck up weeds that have long stayed. That’s life. That’s in life’s stage. We cannot counter self nor health, for the two links strong. Love of self helps heal the wound. Else what reason to your mind for healing with you give?

while I lightly nod my head while offering my hand to continue. “For patients who’s line of work inflicts constant injuries, after a while the powers no longer heal them. They become immune. I’ve spent countless years researching to look for a solution to no avail, then I found it. Helen, the first woman I laid claim to in The Hunt. When I read her history I was intrigued to learn she herself was a doctor who administered natural treatments using plants. She was the answer I’ve been looking for and I had to have her. With her help I began creating what you see here today.” as he motions to his surroundings with a pleased look on his face. “It was truly a joyful experience finding adequate wa

Eventually, I could move so naturally that I didn't seem any different from other people with two functioning legs. I was drenched in sweat, but I felt a joy I hadn't felt in forever. Little by little, I was regaining what I had lost. Now that I could move about freely again, I started to rebuild my life. I refused to remain trapped in the past. I returned to university and pursued psychology, something I had always been interested in. I attended a foreign university and shared a classroom with people of different nationalities. The sunlight poured through the tall glass windows and warmed my body. That was the moment when it finally sank in—my soul had truly come back to life.

Alexandria growled. “Hmmm, don’t bite me. I’m not tasty,” he said loudly, making me gasp in surprise. “How did you hear her?” I asked, defensive. “I am no ordinary Alpha; I am THE Alpha. I can connect with wolves and hear them—like a mind link,” he said, puffing out his chest with pride. Ugh! Arrogant bastard. “Do not listen to my wolf without my consent, you brrrute,” I said sharply. Instead, he started laughing.

I'm his nurse, the one who'll take care of him forever. END