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It had been a long time since I’d been to the slums. The old Alpha and Luna’s support, followed by the money Julian paid me after our university meetups, had put me in a much better financial position. Once Grandma died and Julian offered marriage, I had no reason to go back there.
I had such great memories of growing up there with Grandma. Despite our circumstances, she’d given me a great childhood.
That didn’t erase the scars that being that poor can leave on a person.
When I arrived the first day, it felt like walking into a memory.
“Healer Amanda,” I heard someone say. “Healer Amanda, I think we’re supposed to go this way.”
I shook my head, clearing the clouds out of my mind. Noah was looking at me, holding a map in his hands. I was glad to see that, although Noah grew up in the upper middle class, being in the slums didn’t seem to phase him at all.
As soon as I stepped foot in the first hospital, the clouds and fears cleared from my mind. Part of me felt as though this kind of work was what I’d always been meant to do.
I interviewed many patients in the clinics found in the slums, the places patients whose insurance or personal funds wouldn’t cover the world-class Thom Pack Hospital tended to end up. I learned about the patients’ medical histories and collected pathogens, which I would test in the lab when I returned to Thorn Pack Hospital after a day of field research.
One of my favorite patients was Melanie, a community college student who’d caught the disease from a coworker at her coffee shop job. Despite her illness, she always had textbooks open around her, pens and highlighters scattered across them like sprinkles
Hers was a serious case she could barely get up to use the restroom on her own anymore. But she remained dedicated to her studies.
“I want to be able to pick up right where I left off,” Melanie said to me one day, smiling “I’ve heard about you. I know you’re going to find a treatment.”
Melanie’s dogged determination reminded me of my own. I was determined not to let her down the same way I’d failed to cure Grandma. I wouldn’t let her, or Alice, or anyone else suffer ever again.
Soon, I developed a treatment plan. It was exciting to think that my plan may help so many unfortunate people get better. It was all I’d ever wanted.
Julian’s POV
I sat in Healer Amanda’s office. While I would have loved to accompany her on her research trips, I’d only been able to go along a few times, as I still had the pack and the company to oversee.
I was sure the pack was in capable hands, but I missed flexing the knowledge I’d picked up in university. Running Thorn Pack had become routine at this point. The moments I got to problem solve were few and far in between, much of my time spent up by dignitaries rather than my citizens.
“Hello, Alpha,” Healer Amanda said, striding through the door. “I see you made yourself at home.”
I set down the mug I’d been sipping tea from. “Noah helped me.”
“Noah?” Healer Amanda raised an eyebrow at me over her mask. “You know my assistant’s name?”
Did she really think I was that self-involved? “Of course. He’s been a great help organizing this project.”
Healer Amanda didn’t say anything, opening her file folder instead.
She jumped right into her findings. I’d expected the meeting to be a debrief on her research results and discussion of a possible path to next steps, but Healer Amanda had already used the pathogens she’d collected to develop a treatment.
She set a small vial of potion in front of me. It was a deep purple, an enchanting color to see in such a sterile environment as a hospital. In such a short amount of time she’d devised such a thorough path to treatment, and I was in complete awe of her expertise.
“This is incredible,” I said as my phone rang. “Excuse me for a moment.”
I stepped outside and answered.
“Alpha,” Beta said. “I have the results of your investigation into Healer Amanda and her, um, potential connections to your ex-
wife.”
“Wife,” I said, thinking about how I knew where Amber lived, and that she lived with another alpha. Roman.
“Great,” I said. “Send it over.”
“I have to warn you, Alpha,” Beta said. “You may be surprised by some of my findings.”
“What could you have learned that’s worse than what I already know?” I asked.
“You’ll have to look through the documents yourself, Alpha,” Beta responded.
Now, I was worried. “Just tell me what you found, Beta. I’m serious.”
“I know, Alpha,” Beta responded, “but I have to insist that you look through it yourself. I’m sending the files over email now.”
My phone buzzed two short times, indicating that I’d received an email. Sure enough, there was Beta’s message, complete with a virtual dossier of information. I opened it, scrolling through the information Beta had compiled for me.
And then I saw it.
There she was. A photo of Healer Amanda after surgery, slipping her mask from her face.
Except the face under the woman’s mask belonged to Amber, my wife.
I almost dropped my phone. Was the woman in the office behind me really my wife? Could it be that the quiet, submissive housewife I once knew was an accomplished Healer? How could that be possible?
I returned home after the hospital, my head buzzing with thoughts. My housewife Amber was Healer Amanda? Why hadn’t she told me? What else had she been hiding?
Now that I knew her real identity, it was so obvious that they were the same person. But what about the supermarket I’d seen her go into? What about Roman?
An Alpha like him would surely want his Luna to settle down, not work twelve hour shifts on the hospital floor.
Could she have a twin? She’d never said she had siblings, nor had she called anyone who could be over the years we spent married together.
I didn’t return to the office to face Healer Amanda, or Amber, or whoever she was. The idea that my wife had been working right in front of my eyes, knowing that I was her husband but hiding her identity from me, sent a shock through my body. For once, I had no idea what to say to her.
I walked out of the building and to my car. Healer Amanda was Amanda. Healer Amanda was my wife.
Healer Amanda had just discovered a treatment that would change the medical world forever.
I’d just settled down on my couch (far less comfortable than the one in the house Amber and I had shared) to begin organizing my thoughts when the doorbell rang. I’d told security that I wasn’t anticipating any visitors tonight, and irritation bristled at me as I stood up and went to open the door.
While I had security, I liked my solitude. I had no house staff besides my drivers and the kitchen staff, and even their services I’d been using less and less lately.
I was shocked to see Olivia standing on the other side of the door.