The Pack's Doctor novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Charlie

I can see why our Alpha is intrigued with his mate. She’s a feisty little thing. Lam, however, surprised that he’s not putting her in line for all of the things she’s muttering under her breath On the contrary, he seems to find it amusing.

Before Dr. Yara came out and told me that Alpha Warren needed guards on his room, he had mind linked me telling me that I needed to send some people to get her clothes and her car

“Make sure you scan it for trackers, he’d said.

When she walks out of Alpha’s room, she looks like she was made to be the head doctor of a pack hospital. She may lack confidence in certain things, but medical knowledge and concern for her patients isn’t one of them.

“Dr. Yara, Alpha Warren asked me to get your clothes and your car. If you’d tell me where they are, I’ll be happy to go get them and bring them here,

“That’s not necessary. As soon as I have Warren’s leg put back together, I’ll be leaving.”

“I’m afraid bcan’t allow that, doctor.”

“Excuse me?” she says, turning to look at me, putting her hands on her hips.

Okay, maybe I see the attraction to her spunk. Not that I would ever do anything with my future Luna. Warren would kill -ne, or worse, rip of my balls and leave me alive as a eunuch. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate her spirit. She

lone wolf who isn’t worried about standing up to my Alpha or me. He and I have always had similar taste in women.

Because I’m enjoying myself, I lean over her, getting in her face. I said, no, you’re not leaving. Alpha says you stay, so you stay, even if he is unconscious.”

“And here I thought I was going to like you,” she mutters, turning away and stomping off. I smile, following behind her as she goes into the first room with a warrior who has deep gashes on his leg

“What is the meaning of this?” Dr. Stevens says, scowling from the side of the room.

“Your services are no longer needed, Dr. Stevens,” I say. The man is on my last nerve. If he hadn’t kept so many of us alive over the years. I’d have tossed him out already.

“I beg your pardon!” he huffs, glaring at my future Luna.

I give him a warning growl. I may not be willing to toss him out because of his attitude in general, but if he keeps glaring at Yara, he’s out.

“You can leave, or I can have a warrior escort you, Doctor. The choice is yours.”

I notice that Yara stands silently, waiting for him to make his decision. “Fine, when she kills off the pack, don’t come crying to me!” he snarls before exiting the room.

When he’s gone, she takes a deep breath and looks at the warrior

Right, so, let’s have a look, shall we?” she asks him. He looks at me over her shoulder and I nod.

“Don’t know why you’re looking at him. He’s not a doctor, she mumbles. The warrior frowns at her, then looks at me again. I shake my head, starting to see why Warren doesn’t say anything. Her inner monologue that is spoken out loud provides some much needed comedic relief. The pack is in such a heightened state of chaos and war all the time that having someone who is snarky, yet funny, is a welcome change.

She looks over his leg, avsessing the injuries. “Why are these gashes so deep?” she asks him.

“What do you mean?” he asks her.

“You’re a warrior. Based on what I’ve heard, your pack fights all the time, so you must have more than adequate training. I’d think that you would have avoided this serious of an injury. So why are these scratch marks so deep? How did another wolf get this serious of a swipe on you? Were you fighting more than one wolf at a time? Were you cornered?” she asks him.

It’s a good question, one I had considered. It is a serious injury for one of our warriors.

“No, doctor,” he says, looking away.