Filed to story: The Packs Doctor Novel Free PDF Online (Yara & Warren)
“Oh, Alpha. I’m so thankful you finally found me! Alpha Brady kidnapped me…” Dr. Stephens begins.
“The fuck you say?” Brady demands from his own spot on the floor.
“You sniveling little twit. I should have killed you like Quinton said.
You’re not even a good doctor.”
“Don’t listen to him! He’s just trying to get me killed!” Dr. Stephens says.
I walk over to him and crouch down in front of him.
“Charlie?” I call out.
“Yes, Alpha?”
“Do we put our prisoners in safe rooms?” I ask. I notice the room around me has gone quiet. Well, until Brady starts laughing.
“No, Alpha. They stay in our cells.”
“Interesting,” I say, looking at Dr. Stephens. “I see you’re still putting your own safety ahead of the pack’s by hiding in a safe room during a battle. can’t believe I never realized what a coward you are. I didn’t just upgrade to a better doctor, got one who actually has courage and cares about her pack.”
He sneers at me as he opens his mouth.
“Say one thing about my mate, and I’ll rip your tongue out,” I say with deadly calm. He may be a coward,
but he knows I mean what I say and he snaps his teeth together.
“You let a lot of my pack members, good pack members die, because you betrayed me and our pack.” I stand and smile down at him.
“What are you going to do to me?” he asks, and I can smell his fear.
“I’m not going to do anything to you. I’m going to let the pack have you,”
I say, smiling maliciously as I hear my pack members growling around us.
“He comes home with us. Everyone he hurt should have a turn,” I tell my warriors.
“Yes, Alpha!” my warriors say excitedly.
I turn and see that most of the omegas and young or pregnant mothers are outside.
“Let’s deal with Brady so we can finish up here. I’m ready to go home,” I say. As I walk over to him, his laughter at Dr. Stephens cuts off.
“Quinton will kill you if you touch me,” he snarls. Now it’s my turn to laugh.
“I guess you didn’t hear. Quinton is dead. Thomas is dead. You are all that is left of an alliance that hurt my pack and Alpha Harold’s over and over again. You can walk, or we can drag you,” I say as Harold comes to stand beside me. We agreed that we would stand side by side again when we executed Brady. Contént belongs
He stands, looking around and spitting on the ground where Dr.
Stephens is cowering. “I’m an Alpha, and I’ll go out as an Alpha. You, however, will have a coward’s death.”
He turns and strides outside, Harold and I following behind him. This time, I allow Harold to lead the execution. Brady hurt both of our packs equally, and I’ve killed Thomas and Quinton.
“On your knees, Alpha,” Harold says to him when we’re standing in front of what’s left of his pack. Harold goes through the list of his crimes and then asks him if he has anything to say.
“I hope her pussy was worth all of this death,” he growls, looking at me.
“Since she’s carrying my twins in her belly, she’s strengthened my pack, and made me happier than I ever thought possible, I’m going to say that my warriors and I would agree that my mate was worth more than you, Quinton, Thomas and all of your packs combined,” I tell him.
My warriors howl their agreement and Harold raises his arm.
“Alpha Brady, for your crimes, I sentence you to death,” he says, and in one hard swipe, he separates Brady’s head from his body.
Yara
The flow of warriors coming into the hospital finally starts to slow down. When we get one warrior with a spike through his foot, he tells us that they’ve breached the packhouse and the battle is winding down. I’ve periodically felt Warren’s emotions, his pain, but nothing that my mate and his wolf can’t handle. Now that it’s settling down, the fatigue of the day and night is starting to set in. But I know I won’t be able to sleep until my mate is home and I’ve checked him over.
I’m still working with the warrior who got the spike through his foot, holding his bones in place while his wolf starts the healing process when I hear a commotion out in the front.
“They’re back, Luna,” Savannah says, coming into the room.
“Go, Noelle. Go check on Charlie. I’ll be out as soon as I’m done here,” I tell her. She and Savannah rush out of the room.
“You should go too, Luna,” the warrior says.
“I will, once the bones in your foot are back in place,” I tell him, putting another one together and holding it while his wolf begins healing.
Because this warrior isn’t an Alpha, his healing is slower than Warren’s.
I push down my need to go see my mate, feeling him reaching out as he crosses our borders. T’ll wait for you to finish, he says in the mind link, and I relax a bit. I didn’t realize I didn’t want anyone else treating my mate. I want to look him over and treat him myself. He’s MY mate. Mine to treat, mine to protect, mine to love. He sounds exhausted and I know once we’re done here, we’ll both need a shower and then some sleep.
When I finally finish setting the bones and stitching the warrior’s foot, I tell him he can shower in the hospital shower but he has to keep his foot dry and he has to stay a night in the hospital. He starts to grumble but when I give him a look, he stops.
“Yes, Luna.”
“Good man. Katie will be on duty since the rest of us have been working non-stop. Give her any problems and you’ll answer to me.”
“I won’t cause any problems, Luna.”
I nod and head out of the room. The noise level in the waiting room is much louder than usual, but the energy is much more positive. I step into the room, looking around at pack members who are helping their mates by pulling splinters out of their bodies, talking and caressing each other, happy to be back together.
I search the room, finding Warren leaning against the wall, watching me intently. There’s a hunger in his eyes and I re-evaluate our plans before we go to bed.