The Pack's Doctor novel Chapter 3

Warren

Charlie orders two wolves to flank my mate, keeping her safe, but also making sure she follows my order.

‘Alpha?’ Charlie asks in the mind link.

‘She’s my mate.’

‘Oh shit.’

‘Yeah.’

‘Does she know? She doesn’t act like she recognizes you as her mate.’

‘I’m not sure. She’s a lone wolf, but she’s going to school for human and veterinary medicine.’

He turns and looks at her. “Wow. A smart one.’

‘Apparently.’

‘What did she say about your leg?’

‘That I need surgery.’

‘Well, no offense but I could have told you that.’

‘Let’s see what she says when we get to the pack. And find her a shirt. I don’t like her walking around our warriors with no clothes on.’

He takes off, rushing toward our pack lands. When he returns, his wolf carries a shirt to her in his mouth. I watch while she looks up at me.

“We’re about to enter my pack. You’re an unmarked, unknown, young female. I thought you might like a shirt to put on to cover yourself,” I say.

If she says no, I’ll insist, but I’m hoping she’ll choose to put it on without me having to demand it. Thankfully she does, looking almost relieved. Good. She’s not the kind of woman who flaunts her beautiful body for all to see.

When we get back, I’m taken straight to the pack hospital, asking Charlie about other injuries the warriors sustained and what happened to Brady’s pack. He gives me the list of injuries as we walk in, shifting and continuing to talk to me out loud as Dr. Stevens rushes up.

“Alpha, let’s get you into a room so we can look at your leg. You’ll need x-rays,” he says.

“Yes, I will,” I say. “The girl comes too.”

“The girl has a name,” she mumbles. I stop and turn to look at her, her eyes going wide. She obviously hasn’t been around a lot of Alphas or it’s been a long time. She keeps mumbling to herself as if I can’t hear her. It’s kind of cute.

“If you’ll give me your name, I’ll be happy to use it,” I say to her.

“Yara.”

“Yara. I’m Alpha Warren. Come with me,” I say, turning back and letting the warriors help me into the x-ray room.

“Who are you? Get out!” Dr. Stevens barks at her as we walk into the room.

“She’s with me,” I say, ignoring his blustery attitude that a young woman is in the room with us.

“Young lady, what are your credentials?” he demands.

“HER credentials are not in what’s in question, doctor. I gave you the order. Side x-rays! NOW!” I bark.

Yara jumps as I yell, but really, this asshole is going to tell me my leg needs to be removed and think that I’m not going to fight it?

He continues to glare at Yara while he does the x-rays, and when he comes back, he puts them on the lightbox and turns to her with a sneer on his face. I’m about ready to come off this table and rip that look off his smug face.

“What do you think now, doctor?” he asks, as if questioning the truth in her title.

Yara walks to the lightbox, looking closely at first one, then the other x-ray. “Do you have the original?” she asks, turning to Dr. Stevens. He huffs, but hands it to her and she sets it up on the lightbox beside the others.

She stands back, her head tilting from one side to the other.

“Yara?” I ask, unable to stop the flutter of hope in my chest.

“We can salvage the leg,” she says, turning to me and making me sigh in relief.

“You’ve got to be joking!” Dr. Stevens says. “His leg is shattered!”

“Yes, it is. And it will take a lot of time and patience. But Alpha Warren has time, and I have patience,” she says, looking at me.

“Do it,” I tell her, putting my future into this woman’s hands and hoping I won’t regret it.