The Pact Book Three Doctors Novels & Stories

Doc explained on Patrick’s behalf the real reasons he had been unable to avenge Tiara for the past few decades. Patrick was agitated as his tears streamed down his face out of guilt toward his matriarch and he began to cough violently. Doc hurriedly took out the medication he took with him everywhere, shook two pills out of the bottle, and made Patrick swallow them as he said, “Don’t get so excited, Patrick. We haven’t even gotten to meet your little miss Audrey yet.”

“Until then, really, I do suggest you rest.” “I’ll… consider it…” I relented a little. Dr. Patel sighed and turned for the door. “Save me from stubborn patients and their caregivers,” he muttered under his breath as he left. When he was gone, Rowena turned to me, eyes sharp, not loopy at all. “So?” “So…?” I echoed. “We do have two dead bodies in the bookstore. I don’t know how long that lie’s going to hold. Plus it’s not as though you’re an actual registered human being. Do you even have a birth certificate?” Rowena asked.

The pack doctor who blurted out the solution to save Celia’s life stared at Alpha Axel with wide eyes and almost looked like he would piss in fear. He has been afraid ever since he had entered the room. This is the first time he has been with so many powerful and deadly people in one small enclosed space. When he saw Beta Colton hold one of his colleagues by the collar, he was instantly frightened for his life which is why he blurted out the only technique he knows that can save Celia. The pack doctor’s lips quivered as he tried to get words out of his mouth. He is unsure if they would be glad to hear Celia’s only cure or if they were going to be offended for bringing up such a barbaric solu

“You see her, without any magic from me, she's already planning to escape using her powers. You think I want to do this lowly job?” “Tsk. How useless,” that other doctor snorted. “The anesthetic? That useless one? What did the last Prince tell you? Let me hear.” The doctor seemed reluctant to open his mouth. Silently, I noticed that their manner of conversation was very different from that of the Alphas in the Vermilion pack. With just one look, they made something very clear. 'They are not members of the Vermilion pack.' My mind was very sure. “Give the smallest dose of anesthetic, and avoid the abdomen, that's what he said,” the doctor told his friend.”

It was a lie, but since she was human, that was the only thing she might listen to. “So you mean to say that you allow your servants to look so tardy and unkempt while you look…” She paused to look me up and down again and again. “…well, not any different,” she added. “Still, sir, I can’t give you that information.” Right then, a doctor stepped out. I recognized him immediately, and he did too. “Beta Cullen,” he bowed. He was one of our pack doctors who worked here to help our members get access to more modern medicines.

Finally, a nurse stepped out of the double doors, calling, “Eloise Perkins? Tristan Walker? Alexander Mongroove?” The three of us rose, a fractured trio bound by something none of us understood yet. Inside the doctor’s office, everything was too clean, too bright. The blinds were half-closed, casting bars of sunlight across the desk where a thick envelope sat waiting. That envelope might as well have been a grenade. The doctor himself was a middle-aged man with thinning hair and kind but unreadable eyes. He gestured to the seats across from him. “Please, sit.” We did, I in the middle, Alex on my left, Tristan on my right. I felt like a child between divorced parents who hated each other more

but when Patrick growled at him and when he saw the future king in front of him the doctor almost peed on him. “Fine?” Patrick asked furiously. “Fine? Maybe I should break your leg too and see if you are fine. Treat her!” “Yes, Your Royal Highness!” the doctor said stammering in fear and cursing Sarah in his heart for putting him in this situation, but just as was doing this the assistant who saved her on the day of the blood exchange ritual showed up. “Sarah!” and he came closer to see what happened. “She was attacked and hurt by some crazy omegas.” Patrick said and he was completely annoyed seeing the way the assistant looked at Sarah.

I counted each step, noting guard positions, camera placements, anything that might help when Owen's assault began. If it began. Part of me wondered if Aurora had been lying. If this was all another Covenant trick to keep me compliant. We entered an operating room where a man lay dying on the table. He was older, maybe sixty, with silver hair and a face twisted in pain. A massive wound across his abdomen leaked blood despite pressure bandages. "Territorial dispute," I repeated flatly. "You mean he was murdering someone and they fought back." "The details don't matter. Just heal him." Dr. Marquette activated the collar, giving me access to my power.

“I have taken the Oath of Hippocrates to always honor my patients’ records and respect their decision to keep things private. But, I would advise you again to –“ I hold up my hand and smile at him. I keep nodding my head, he keeps shaking his head. “I want to keep the baby.” “No, this is lunacy!” “What if my wolf comes back?” Lines of concern mar the doctor’s forehead. “How long have you been without your wolf?” “Not that long. I can feel it coming back,” I lie. Doctor Ramoth is no fool. He sees through my deceit but knows better than to argue with me. Turning away, he walks towards a white floor-to-ceiling cabinet and opens the door. There, he takes out a tiny bottle of blue pills and passe

“That’s amazing news, love. Let’s go see the doctor right away to confirm it. I mean, another doctor, since you are the one to be seen now.” That afternoon, an ambulance helicopter landed in the courtyard. And just a few minutes later, Dr. Heather Cayton entered my room with a warm smile. I personally asked her to be my doctor after hearing great things about her. She once worked in the city as a resident physician in L.A., but after reuniting with her mate, Alpha Ivik of Crimson Groove, she settled with them as their pack doctor. “How are you feeling, Your Majesty?” she asked, sitting down beside my bed and taking my hand in hers.