The Unbridled Medical Consort Novels & Stories

​Standing in the doorway, their bodies silhouetted against the light of the corridor, were three figures in white medical coats. Their faces were smooth planes of white flesh. Their eyes were wide, circular and hollow. They were glowing with a blackness that seemed to suck the light out of the room. ​The central figure raised a hand. Every digital screen, in the room went dark. ​"DRAFT 22 " the blank-faced doctor said, its voice a synthesized explosion that echoed straight into Elara's skull. "INITIATING THE CULL."

They settled under her ribs and waited. Daniel’s gaze moved briefly to her. Not enough for anyone else to understand. Enough that she felt seen. She kept her face still. Julian said, “That sentence was used to justify everything.” Helena ignored him and removed another sleeve. “Supplemental routing note. Westbridge Medical Charitable Assistance.” Bellamy’s hand went to his mouth, then dropped. Daniel noticed. “So Westbridge is in the case.” Helena did not respond. Robert did. “As already known. The agreement included medical assistance partners. No one has denied that.”

Eric has the impression that Nicole loves him and has been holding back from letting him know how she feels until the perfect time came along. Everything that he had imagined to be the truth about the situation turned out to be nothing more than a product of his own vivid imagination. Nicole was completely dependent on him. During the course of two years, she made extensive use of him as a blood machine. Eric Ferguson remained seated for a short while longer before slowly turning around, walking away, and remaining silent. Almost as soon as he walked through the doors of the medical facility, he got a glimpse of Alex Wyatt. Alex Wyatt ambled in his direction before coming to a stop directly

Connor mind-linked me that he and Ava were waiting for me in front of the Alpha mansion. I grabbed my medical kit, the one thing that still connected me to the person I was before all this chaos, and headed outside. According to Ava, the Crescent Blood doctors are refusing to treat our people, claiming "resource scarcity." But we all knew it was prejudice. I saw Ava and Connor laughing about something he said. They were a nice pair. Connor was steady, and he looked at Ava like she was the sun. They have my blessing, not that anyone asked. "Time to go mingle with our new people," Ava chirped the moment she saw me.

“And yet… your cooperation does have value.” “Translation,” I said. “A screaming, shattering Lunaris vessel on camera scares your donors. A calm, talking one looks like… consent. You need me to play along.” I let that sit. Let them see I understood my own leverage, sick and small as it was. The female official leaned toward Crowe, hand over her mic. They conferred in quick, low murmurs I couldn’t catch. Finally, she straightened. “We can agree,” she said carefully, “to document that no irreversible medical procedures will be undertaken without additional panel approval. That’s consistent with existing protocol.”

She answered on the second ring, her professional voice immediately shifting to concern when she heard the strain in my tone. "Dr. Martinez, I need you to assemble a team of medical professionals who are willing to work off the books," I said quickly. "Discretion is absolutely essential, and you might be asked to overlook some... unconventional treatment methods." There was a pause before she responded. "How unconventional are we talking about, Xenois?"

Then, I slowly went to the baby's cot. Connor's little lips pouted as he turned in bed, looking like he was having a good dream. There were many things Scott was unaware of. For example, I was the one who modified our pre-marital medical report. I was able to do it because I was the attending doctor with the highest authority over the patient. The analytical report on his sperm had stated, 'Severe asthenozoospermia with extremely low probability of natural conception', but I secretly deleted that from the report.

“Catherine—what happened?” “I can’t stay here,” I said, barely above a whisper. “Not another second.” A pause. “Listen…leaving an unhealthy marriage isn’t a bad thing. And I wanted to ask if you’d consider something.” My breath caught. “What is it?” “The council here wants a medical consultant—someone trained, someone calm under pressure, someone who won’t take sides. You were the first person I thought of.” I straightened, the decision settling in my bones like a weight I was finally ready to carry.

And I was wrong about them needing a doctor. They didn't need a leader to command them; they needed a Node to connect them. The Unbound were not a traditional pack. They were a decentralized biological network. Maya wasn't their Queen in the political sense; she was their Primary Server. By standing in her presence, their "fever" was being drawn out and filtered through the Palace's architecture. She was performing a mass-scale medical stabilization that would have taken me years to achieve in a lab. "Killian, look," I whispered, as he descended the stairs to stand behind me.

“Those daughters aren’t just powerful. They’re the key to overthrowing the entire Conclave system. Your girls can change everything.” “I don’t want them to be weapons.” “They won’t be. Not if we give them a choice.” She squeezed my hand. “The Conclave wants to control them. Redclaw wants to use them. But our organization wants to free them.” “What organization?” “We call ourselves the Unbound. Started by humans who mated with wolves and got sick of being second-class citizens. We’re a network witches, wolves, humans, vampires.” Dr. Rhodes smiled slightly. “We’ve been watching you since you contacted my clinic.”