Falling in love with my Ex's Alpha Chapter 98

I double-check to see if there are still rogues in my territory, but their rotten stench is only in the dead bodies.

'Gather all the injured and take them to the Diamond Claw Hospital,' I mindlink to Jason.

I reach Chad via mindlink, too, 'send the Assistance Sector to Dawnstar to resolve the destruction that occurred in the pack, send a team of warriors along to replace those who fought here, they will patrol the pack until they are sure that there won't be another invasion.'

'Yes, Alpha,' Chad responds.

Char looks at me, waiting for my orders. 'Gather the members of Dawnstar that survived to start burying the dead,' I mindlink to her.

'Yes, Alpha,' Char's wolf heads towards a group of people who survived.

I see my orders carried out before me as my eyes turn to everyone moving around.

As they pass, some members muster weak smiles while other warriors clench their jaws in stoic determination. They know the healing resources of Diamond Claw are their best hope, where skilled hands stand ready to mend the broken and revive the fallen.

As they are taken away, I can only hope that they will find the strength to heal.

I must stay here at the pack until my every order is fulfilled.

I cannot abandon them, if there is another invasion, they will be annihilated.

***Katherine***

I stand in the emergency room, surrounded by the chaos of war-wounded werewolves.

The sense of urgency screams in the air, as there are more injured patients than doctors available to treat them.

The scent of antiseptic mingles with the sharp tang of blood, creating an atmosphere that's both clinical and urgent. The patients, some barely conscious, others howling in pain, fill every available space.

As soon as Jake and I arrived at Diamond Claw, we met with Chad, he updated us on the severe situation, and Jake went with him to help as much as he could at the Defense Center after leaving me at the hospital because

Chad said they need people there. Most students are on vacation, and the hospital needs all the help it can get.

Dr Smith looks around, his eyes sharp and unwavering, as the gravity of the situation settles upon us. "Listen up," he commands, his voice steady above the din. "We're understaffed, but we have a job to do. Everyone has a role. You, take charge of the students. Make sure everyone has a role. Assign tasks and keep things running. Stay focused, stay efficient."

I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. I'm just a student doctor in training, but today, I've been thrust into a critical role, assisting the lead doctor in managing this dire situation.

I'm happy that I chose comfortable clothes for travelling because as soon as I arrived at the hospital, Dr. Smith barked at me to put on my coat and start moving in that serious and impatient way of his.

However, as always, he's highly concerned about the well-being of all patients.

Mark was already here, he's the only one in my class who's here, I guess because he's Dr Smith's son, he doesn't have many options.

Even though he said he had already called the students who live in the pack, none of them showed up, which made me angry because Laila lives here... She could have come.

This is it, the real deal. My training has led me to this moment, and I can't afford to falter. I pull on my gloves, the latex snapping snugly against my skin. The lead doctor assigns me to a werewolf with a deep gash across his flank, blood oozing steadily.

I move quickly, assessing the wound, my hands steady despite the adrenaline coursing through me. The werewolf winces as I clean and disinfect the area, but I offer what reassurance I can. "Don't worry, it will stop hurting soon."

He can barely hear me. He's in so much pain. I steal a glance around me, I take advantage of the moment of true chaos since no one is paying attention to me to try and heal him with my gift.

And so I do. I heal his wound and bandage it to avoid questions from others.

Due to his injury, Dr Smith told him not to shift, to continue as a wolf because, in his case, it would be the best option for him to be healed faster.

The sounds of pain and desperation fill the air as the wounded patients are brought in, their injuries ranging from deep gashes to broken bones. Doctor Smith moves with a calm yet authoritative demeanour, coordinating the efforts of the overwhelmed medical staff and orchestrating the chaos with a precision born of experience.

As I take charge of the students, delegating tasks and ensuring everyone is in sync, the emergency room becomes a symphony of movement. The lead doctor's instructions cut through the cacophony, and we work tirelessly, doing our best to bring comfort and relief to the injured werewolves.

Hours blur into a blur of focused activity. The room is a whirlwind of activity, with nurses rushing to prepare IVs, medical supplies scattered in disarray, and the constant beeping of monitors filling the room.

I do my best to stay composed while I heal as many patients as possible without getting caught in the act.

The situation becomes more complicated when I see Dr Smith making quick decisions that can mean the difference between life and death.

I thought only he would make these decisions today, but with the number of patients, it becomes increasingly obvious that he won't be the only one.

The emergency room is an inferno of controlled chaos, and in the team I'm coordinating, I'm immediately drawn to the most critically injured among the wounded patients. Their injuries are gut-wrenching — some are mutilated, limbs barely hanging by shreds of flesh, while others bear wounds so deep they expose bone and muscle.

"Priority's the ones with massive bleeding," I shout over the frantic din of the room. "You, over there, bring me the hemostatic agents. You, prep for transfusion."

The worst of all for me is the mutilated ones because I can't try to use my gift on them. I don't know how they will react if, by chance, a new member is born, and I will be discovered. I don't know the extent of my power, so I try to do as much as I can to ensure that these patients receive as much care as they can without my gift.

"Get those IV lines in! We need fluids fast!" I shout as I tend to the gravely wounded.

Amid the frenzy, my focus never wavers. I assess the injuries with a swift and experienced eye, managing the delicate task of stabilizing the most severe cases while orchestrating the team.

"Hang in there," I whisper to one of the injured. Around me, the team springs into action. Metal clatters against metal, urgent footsteps echo,

"Pressure on that wound! Get a tourniquet ready!" I bark out instructions when I see new patients arriving, my hands moving swiftly and surely. The injured patients wail in agony, their cries an agonizing chorus that spurs us on.

It's a relentless chaos where every decision holds weight, and every action carries consequences.

Just then, Chloe bursts into the emergency room with a palpable sense of urgency. "New arrivals, more wounded on the way!" she announces, her voice carrying through the room.

I cast a quick glance at Chloe, who typically handles the administrative side of things, has seamlessly transitioned into a role of essential support in the emergency room.

Today, she not only manages the relentless influx of patients but also takes an active role in ensuring the well-being of the doctors and students tirelessly caring for the wounded. She circulates throughout the emergency room, offering support in various ways. She goes from one overworked doctor to another, providing quick words of encouragement, a pat on the back, or a reassuring smile.

"Alright, team, let's clear a path! Get ready for the new arrivals!" I call out, my voice firm and steady. The team springs into action, making room for the new influx of injured.

Chloe makes sure everyone stays hydrated, periodically offering water and snacks to the exhausted medical team.

She approaches me with a bottle of water in hand. "Hey, Luna," she says with a gentle smile, "I know it's chaos in here, but you've got to take a moment for yourself. At least drink some water. You can't help others if you're running on empty," she urges, her voice filled with genuine care.

I nod gratefully, accepting the water and taking a few swift sips. But when she offers a handful of snacks, I shake my head, declining the offer. "I appreciate it, but I can't even spare a moment for a snack. The patients just keep coming."

Chloe nods and looks around. She knows that taking a break now is impossible.

New patients arrive all the time, and my thoughts start to go to Kaiden.

Is he okay?

My heart aches just thinking otherwise.

Please, goddess Selena, take care of him for me!

🐺 🐺 🐺

After hours of relentless effort in the emergency room, the chaos finally seems to be calming down. The wounded are stabilized, and the sense of urgency is slowly abating.

Thank, Goddess!

It's in this brief moment of respite that Dr Smith approaches me, his gaze serious. "Listen," he says, "there's a patient in a separate room who needs immediate attention. I trust only you to handle it. I'll stay in control here with your team."

My heart quickens at the gravity of her words. This is a new level of responsibility.

I nod in acknowledgment.

As I make my way to the separate room, I can't help but notice the expressions on the faces of some of the team members. A few of them wear solemn looks, and their whispers, though hushed, are not lost on me.

"I wish Luna could stay with us," one student doctor murmurs to a colleague, a touch of sadness in their voice.

Nearby, a fellow student doctor murmurs to another. "She'll be back."

I can't contain my smile at their reaction, my heart feels warm with happiness.

The corridor is eerily quiet compared to the controlled chaos of the emergency room.

As I step into the quiet, separate room, I find the wounded patient, and my heart sinks at the severity of his injuries.

Poor warrior! He's barely conscious, his laboured breathing a testament to the hard-fought battle he must have endured protecting our pack.

With a focused intention, I channel my power, my hands begin to heat up as I gently place them on the patient's body, feeling the pain from the enormous amount of wounds on his body.

His condition is critical, his life hanging by a thread. As I concentrate my power, the healing energy surges through him, knitting together torn flesh and shattered bones.

The room seems to hold its breath as the warrior's breathing steadies, his pulse growing stronger.

The patient's injuries, almost fatal moments ago, begin to mend before my eyes. It's as though the wounds themselves recoil from my touch, closing and healing at an accelerated rate.

With each passing moment, his condition improves. His breathing becomes steady, and colour returns to his pallid face. It's a race against time, and I use my gift to its fullest potential.

As the healing process nears its completion, I'm filled with a sense of relief.

The warrior is no longer on the brink of death, and my secret remains hidden.

I watch with bated breath as the wounded warrior stirs, a glimmer of consciousness returning to his eyes. His lids flutter open, revealing a pair of irises clouded with confusion.

But in a heartbeat, something shifts. His gaze sharpens, and a feral intensity replaces the lost look of confusion. Before I can react, he lunges at me, his fingers clamping around my throat with a vice-like grip.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I manage to choke out, my voice strained and desperate. My vision begins to blur as the seconds drag on, and I fight to comprehend why the patient is suddenly attacking me.

The sudden, savage attack catches me off guard, and I gasp for breath, my heart racing in panic.

I thought he had an adrenaline reaction after the war and would return to normal when he understood that he was no longer on the battlefield, that he was safe.

However, it seems that the more he understands what is around him, the more he tightens his violent grip on my neck.

I struggle to free myself from his grasp as I look into his eyes, they are filled with wild aggression.

Desperation courses through me, my vision blurring, my air supply dwindling, my strength waning, and I'm left with a chilling uncertainty about what could have driven this sudden, violent turn of events.

As I look into his eyes, I can see it now!

He doesn't intend to hurt me.

He intends to *kill* me.