The Pact Book Three Doctors Novels & Stories

Catherine The people here have some basic medical training and one of them is a doctor. At least he is a doctor on paper, but he is so lazy and distracted I suspect he has bought his license. The other three men and women, who have basic medical education, have more knowledge and experience than Dr. Davies. That thought does not bring me comfort, but instead increases the feeling of dread hanging over me. Why would normal people with basic medical education have this enough medical knowledgement to assist in a surgery?

One of the pack doctors turns to Noah. “You heard me out. Times up! I’ll sort it.” He steps towards the door and opens it. His aura was angry. From being a doctor watching their shit show or for being her protective beta? I wasn’t sure. “Alpha?” All eyes fall upon me and I’m intrigued to see how good of a doctor he is. “You heard him out!” They all submit their necks to me as they file out of the room but remain lingering in the hall way. Nate, Pierce and Vicky are the only ones remaining.

I assured him. The doctor looked at me with shock, but it soon turned into one of gratitude. “You are not going to let the Moon Crest Pack’s doctor cure those bitches, are you?” Nate growled as though he would be angry if I let the Moon Crest Pack’s doctor cure Milla and Sofia. “No, I won't,” I said with determination. “Then... Nathaniel, can you help me? You are a great doctor too. I’m sure you can cure them,” the doctor asked in a careful tone.

He would attack as soon as he noticed any weakness. "In a serious tone, he said, 'Okay,'" "But comprehend this, Deven. Once you commit to this agreement, there is no turning back. You will be connected by blood and promise, and any act of betrayal will lead to death. The weight of the agreement we were about to enter into burdened me as his words lingered heavily in the atmosphere. However, it was my sole choice in order to safeguard Amora, by keeping her away from this realm full of monsters and brutality. I couldn't allow her to be involved in it.

Victoria, the blabber mouth jaunts in with her usual attitude causing the doctor to look at her puzzling. Brian looked at me, I don't understand why but I felt there's another meaning to that look. I quickly faced the doctor so as to bypass any problems Brian might want to start, "You can talk to us Doctor. He's my grandpa" The pack’s doctor looked at me and nodded, "If that's so, can I ask the others to leave? I need to talk to you" The Doctor spoke respectfully. Seems like he'd realized that only Brian and I were the closet to the old man

"What kind of grudge could make someone so vicious? She cut it off with one stroke of the scalpel—nobody could stop her in time." "It was brutal! Did you see her technique? It's like she'd practiced countless times and was completely methodical." "Dr. Parrish suffered horribly. He wasn't under general anesthesia and was fully conscious throughout. He broke down immediately." "Have you heard? They're saying Dr. Parrish might not have been ill at all. I just heard from someone in the lab that the test results were manipulated, and even the X-rays belonged to another patient." … I stood frozen, my mind filled with nothing but the image of Jade's smile. The news spread like wildfire.

“Leo.” The voice that crackled back was young and jittery, but sharp. “Yes, Pakhan.” “I have a name for you,” Damian said, his voice flat, devoid of any emotion. “Jack Reilly. Former colleague of the Doctor’s. I want every address, every call, every speeding ticket for the last five years.” He paused, his eyes finding Ava’s across the room. “I want to know the name of the woman he last fucked. I want it all on my screen before the champagne is poured tomorrow night.”

His eyes were wide, bright with worry, his chest heaving as if he had run a mile to get here. Before I could ask any other questions, hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. The bedroom door swung open, and three figures entered in swift succession: Lucen, the alpha I was bound to by contract; the pack doctor, a thin man with silver spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose; and finally Alpha Osen, whose presence always commanded a room. The doctor moved straight to my bedside, his hands deft as he checked my pulse and pressed a cool palm to my forehead. “How do you feel?” he asked, voice calm, clinical.

’ As I grasped the doorknob, poised to enter the room, I abruptly halted upon witnessing a startling sight. The physician of The Pack, whom I had summoned to my fortress, was seated upon the bed, intently gazing at my captive. With a gentle gesture, he extended his hand towards 0315's countenance, tenderly caressing her cheek and tucking her hair behind her ear. My eyes ignited with an inferno-like intensity, akin to a blazing sphere of fervent flames, while my lupine essence bellowed within. How dare a mere Pack’s Doctor touch my possession!

Hannah The doctor looked like he was about to be sick when he turned to face us. His skin had gone pale, his eyes wide as saucers, his face drawn as if he’d just seen a ghost. “Kill us?” I sat up a little more with some effort, my arms trembling beneath my weight. Viona moved to support me, but I waved her away. “Who? Marcus?” Doctor Patel looked back and forth between all of us. His mouth kept opening and closing like a fish out of water. There was clearly something he had to tell us, and yet it seemed he was genuinely torn between spilling it or making a run for the hills.