The Pack Doctor Novels & Stories

she asks him. “I was not,” he growls. “But it explains a lot.” “Did Stellan have access to the pack hospital?” my mother asks. “No. He would have no reason to be here and I don’t allow just anyone to wander around my hospital,” he says. “That’s good to know. You and I will get along well, doctor,” my mother says, smiling up at him. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Dr. Hill. It would be my honor to work with you while your mate is here helping to manage our pack,” he says.

I smirked mischievously, patted her frantically on the shoulder and headed back to my chambers. Selena POV. “Ahhhhhhhh” I whimpered in pain as the pack doctor massaged my swollen leg, applying ointment on it. “You will be fine, you're healing so fast! I'm impressed”.The pack doctor commented as he washes his hand in the nearby bowl,which I guessed was for him. “I appreciate your effort”.I applauded,he smiled and kept on packing his stuffs into his bag. “I will take my leave with herbs I dropped would be able to sustain you throughout”he said and walked towards the door

He enjoyed his peace and solitude. Doctor Tim was not a native of the Mountain Pack. He came from a pack that was a bit far from the Mountain Pack, it was a pack called the Cure Pack. From its name, it was a werewolf pack filled with doctors and physicians. The pack had a long history of dealing with medicine and studying medicine. The pack was also nicknamed ‘the healing sanctuary’. It was given this name for many reasons. Many werewolf packs from different places would bring their sick there for healing if they needed help. Payment varied.

Commotion at the door, and it opened to see Salem. Brother? Where is Nolan? Uhhh, it's a long story… I screamed at him. He is in the last pack and kicked Hunter’s ass, refused to win, because otherwise the pack will be his, so he said, " Keep the pack, I have Emily. I started to cry. Where is he? He will be here soon. Domus is attacking the pack. I came to get you out. Salem, a whispering voice came in, a man was brought in injured, poisoned.

She set the envelope down on top of the journal and went to wake Sable. The Pack Doctor's name was Aldric. Sixty years old, wire-rimmed glasses, the careful unhurried manner of a man who had learned to make people feel that whatever was happening was completely ordinary. His office was in the packhouse medical wing — clean, orderly, smelling of antiseptic and old wood, the kind of room that had absorbed a lot of difficult conversations and given nothing back. He smiled when they came in. Practiced warmth. Genuine enough to function.

I waved as the doctor's gaze snapped towards mine in surprise, finally focusing on my presence. "Heya, I found the little one running around upstairs." The doctor cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, "Thank you for keeping her company. My name's Dawson and I'm the pack healer here." I furrowed my brows in confusion, "pack healer?" "Oh right. People call us doctors now a days," he muttered to himself as if trying to memorize that fact. Oooh, this was a wolf thing. In other words, doesn't need to know.

If it was any other lady, he would have chased after her and make sure he gets her laid. " She will be fine and will be conscious in the next one hour. She fell unconscious due to shock of her phobia. Maybe she saw something that traumatized her" The pack doctor said after examining Ariel for like what took an eternity. He must admit she has a good body shape and flawless skin which made him want to examine her over and over again but he has to stop for today. He will examine her and take a proper look at her next time when she fall unconscious again. The pack doctor is a werewolf of thirty three years old. A black wolf with bla

All this paperwork reminded me why I never wanted some white-collar office job. "How's it coming along?" Madoc asked as I finished organizing the last printouts. He was drinking out of a blue plastic protein shake bottle with a straw. "Just finished." "Excellent. The meeting's in five minutes, so let's get a move on." As I gathered up the files, he noticed me staring at his protein shake bottle. "Trying to bulk up. All these twelve-packs walking around here were starting to make me feel emasculated." As we walked out the door, Madoc asked, "So how's prospect life treating you?"

Allie screwed her eyes shut, thinking about what Nate said earlier. Not only that but also how her scent was neutral. Of course, it was. After all, she’s an omega posing as a beta. She couldn’t help but remember how it all went down. "I discovered something,” The pack doctor said. He reached into the pocket of his torn-up jacket and pulled out a white bottle, the words blurry as they were written in tiny letters. Allie squinted her eyes, trying to figure out.

"Because I was trying to make amendments to the different laws I think aren't benefiting their pack, those alphas are selfish and only think about themselves." "Well jack I understand how you feel, you have to keep fighting for the good of the pack, those people need you," He kissed my cheek still holding my hand, then turned to the door. "Alpha jack," The pack doctor called walking into the room. He was the pack doctor of our pack, very experienced in his field, and has been working for our pack since I was a little girl. He was a small short man for a werewolf, with a very thick long hair.