Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 195

Ashely pov

As soon as the door behind him closes, I feel like I can breathe again. Every word that left that man's mouth sounded false.

I mean, I'm sure those are the things most women want to hear from their loved ones, but for some reason, from his mouth they sounded like threats.

I still can't grasp the memories around his name, so that makes me even more suspicious. If he were anyone important to me, why can't I remember him?

With great effort, I finally manage to open my eyes and instantly regret it. The white light above me nearly blinds me, so I quickly squeeze my eyes shut.

Then, there's the sound of voices coming from the other side of the door, which I don't know if they are those of the mentioned guards or the creepy man.

Someone enters the room again and my whole body goes tense, as if anticipating another attack.

“I told you there's no need to follow me in. I'm just doing routine check-ups and leaving in less than five minutes,” a man grumbles.

“And I told you the king made it clear that no one, including the staff, can enter the room without being accompanied by a guard. One of yours already pulled a stunt that almost cost her life, no one is willing to risk it again.” Another man adds, sounding awfully irritated.

Everyone around this place has a very bad aura around them. Not in a sense that they're bad people in their core, more like they're unhappy with where they are in their lives.

I feel someone touch my arm and manage not to show any reaction. I don't know if I can move my limbs yet, but if I do that in front of someone, the news will spread like a wildfire.

The weak voice in my mind is screaming that I need to pretend that I'm not awake, pretend I can't move a muscle so they lower their guard and I can leave unnoticed.

Yeah, it sounds easier than doing it would, that much I'm sure of. The reality is that while this pretend game might give me some leverage, the fact that the man is planning to move me to his room won't at all.

“Vitals look fine,” the man mutters next to me. “Obviously, there's been a serious trauma, but she should be awake by now. Even a human would.”

“Well,” the one, how I assume is the guard, drugs out. “I suppose you're a shit doctor then. How are you priding yourself in taking the best care of your patients if you can't deal with a wolf better than humans would with their own, huh?”

There's a hint of mockery in his tone, one I'm sure the doctor isn't fond of.

I feel a slight pressure on my neck and almost fly into a fit of panic until I realize the doctor is checking my pulse, not trying to choke me like that woman did.

“Not that your small mind can comprehend this, but medicine is complicated. Every patient is different and as a doctor who has always worked only with shifters, working with a human would be like drawing pictures in pitch darkness. And in this case, it happens that I'm working with someone who's literally built more like a human than a wolf. You, for example, would heal after a major trauma in a matter of hours. She, on the other hand, doesn't seem to possess the same ability to heal herself.”

“That's a weak excuse,” the guard grumbles.

“A weak excuse is standing aside and teaching others things you know nothing about while not helping one bit. That's a weak excuse,” the doctor snaps back.

Wow, I actually like his attitude. It's always refreshing to meet someone who doesn't allow anyone to step all over them whenever they please to do so.

“Whatever. Finish up here so I can get back to my friends and talk to someone who enjoys my company.” The guard mutters.

When the doctor chuckles, I can imagine the grin on his face. The man won the argument, but if I were in his place, I wouldn't get this happy too soon. One battle is nothing in terms of a greater war.

“Oh, by the way, we're relocating her soon. Or not.”

The doctor pulls his hand away from me. “What does relocating mean? And the or not part?” He asks, clearly more interested in the conversation with the guard rather than finishing the checkup.

“Prince wants her in his room. He agrees to be taken into this room too, if the doctors think that rolling her bed around is a bad idea. He wants to stay at her side no matter what.”

The doctor huffs. “I don't see the reason why you had to share this with me. We all know that what prince wants, prince gets, so this is nothing out of the ordinary.”

“That's true,” the guard says and stops for a bit. It almost seems like he's carefully choosing the word he will use next. “Listen, doc, I get that we started off the wrong foot, but I need to ask you something anyway.”

All the bravado has left the guards voice, replaced by something that resembles unease and worry.

“You can share your concerns with me, it's not like I have anyone to tell about them anyway.”

I'm all ready to hold my breath as I want for the guard to speak up, and when he does, dread like one I've never felt before washes over me.

“Don't you have some authority over what happens inside the hospital? Maybe you can convince the king it isn't a good idea to allow the prince to move to her room or move her into his room? Do disrespect, but the girl can't say no or give consent in her current state. We all know how he is - he wants something, he takes it no matter what.”

The doctor tries to wave off his worries with a lighthearted chuckle. “He would do no such thing.”

Next time the guard speaks up, he's closer. “Oh, but he would. This right here is a perfect opportunity to get what he wants. Think about it.”