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Out of obligation and practice from time as a healer at Dawn Pack Hospital, I exchanged pleasantries with some of the nobles before entering the hospital.
I walked through the halls, guided to the office that had been set up for my arrival. Two figures already sat inside, waiting for me.
Alpha Julian and his Luna, Olivia.
My stomach fluttered at the sight of Julian, even as I attempted to squash the feelings. Julian had aged in the five years since I’d seen him, but age had only made him more handsome, sharpening the striking lines of his nose and jaw. His hair was still jet black, with no signs of graying, and his blue eyes still pierced my soul.
Then, all the waves of resentment and regret that Julian’s betrayal had caused me washed over me. Like the butterflies, I shoved them away.
I was a professional healer now. The best around. I would treat the Alpha with professionalism, just as I would treat any of the other nobles waiting for me outside.
Somehow, Olivia’s beauty was just as intact as it had been when I last saw her five years ago. It had been here, on this floor of this very hospital where I now held more status than she could have ever imagined possible.
Her arm was linked tightly through Julian’s, gently caressing her stomach. “Healer Amanda, please cure my infertility. You must help me.”
I was shocked to hear her plead. She didn’t recognize me yet.
Julian looked at me in shock. His voice broke as he cried out.
“Amber?”
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I didn’t know what I could possibly have to say to Julian, here, in Thorn Pack Hospital. I pretended I didn’t hear him call my name.
I’d changed a lot since Julian last saw me. My wolf, Eve, had awakened, and as a result both my scent and hair color had changed. It was now pure gold, a steep contrast to the dark brown strands I’d had before Eve arrived.
How had Julian recognized me so quickly? Not only had I relied on my new scent and hair color to disguise me, but I’d taken extra measures as well. Not only was I wearing my face mask as medical protection, but also as identity protection. My face had tattoo sticker to appear scarred, which had worked so far to make it difficult to recognize me.
Coldly, I said, “I refuse.”
“Why?” Julian asked, desperation creeping into his voice.
“Infertility can be caused by a congenital condition. This condition is not necessarily treatable. In the rare cases that it is, the treatment takes an extremely long time.” I looked at the couple as I spoke, keeping my space across the hall.
“I’ll pay you double,” Julian replied, his tone respectful. He maintained eye contact with me as he continued his plea. “Healer
Amanda, this is only part of the payment you will receive if you successfully treat Olivia. There is no expense I won’t pay to ensure she’s cured.”
The people crowding the hall outside my office door gasped. Julian’s original offer had already been very high. Now, it was outrageous. The Alpha was clearly very eager to have a child with Olivia.
Despite myself, despite all the distance and the improvements they’d allowed me to make to my life, I felt a pang in my heart. Did
Julian really love Olivia that much?
Thorn Pack Hospital’s head healer stood by, as he was supervising my transition from Dawn Pack Hospital. At Julian’s words, he cut in to the conversation, straightening the collar of his white coat as he addressed the Alpha and Luna.
“Alpha, are you sure this young healer should treat Luna?” he asked. “She’s still a beginner, especially at her age! I’ve served this hospital longer than Healer Amanda has been practicing medicine, and I believe I’d be a much safer choice for Luna’s treatment.”
Julian looked at me. His expression was hard to read. Was it a challenge I saw in his eyes, or an invitation? I wasn’t sure.
Either way, I turned towards the head healer.
“How do you plan to treat Luna’s condition, Healer Amanda?” There was a mocking tone in the head healer’s voice as he spoke my name and title.
I explained the route I would take if I were to treat Olivia. If Olivia’s infertility is a stubborn congenital condition, such as underdeveloped uterus, I would consider other fertility methods, such as IVF or surrogacy, rather than focusing on treating the disease. However, if it’s due to acquired damage, I would try using herbal remedies to boost her hormone levels and use my healing abilities to treat her uterus. These are the methods with the least harm to her. From a healer’s perspective, I was still hesitant. Although the resources that Julian’s monetary support would give us access to would bring up the likeliness of a successful treatment, the odds were still fairly slim.
Still, I spoke my mind.
“No, no,” the head healer replied, “this is what the Luna needs…”
I listened to the head healer present his plan, noting multiple flaws. Eventually, he conceded to my point, then proposed a new path of treatment-He decided to use an aggressive surgical approach to treat her. Again, the plan was off, seemingly designed to not only pose a danger to Olivia, but also use the most funds while guaranteeing the slimmest possible chance of success.
I became so entrenched in the debate that I almost forgot about the others occupying the hallway around us, who were watching our discussion like a ping-pong match. I thought of the personal health information rights that we must be violating, but Olivia had chosen to ask for my help in front of the crowds.
The head healer had turned red, his face and neck the color of a tomato.
“Alpha, are you really going to let this outsider healer, with no known background, treat Luna?” The head healer practically spat, trying to illustrate how ridiculous he found the idea, “She could be a foreign spy.”
I scoffed.
I looked at Julian. He looked back at me. Of course, he wouldn’t defend me.
He wouldn’t choose me. When had he ever truly committed to me in any capacity?
“Alpha,” I said, using the professional tone I greeted all of my high-profile patients with, with slight sarcasm. “If you find my treatment plan unsuitable, feel free to select Head Healer to perform the treatment instead. I’ll gladly go.”
I began busying myself with the pager in my pocket. I hoped I was conveying my intended appearance of carelessness.
“Healer Amanda,” Julian said, and I looked up from my pager. “Your treatment plan is by far the most likely to effectively treat
Luna. Please, if you would reconsider, I would like you to treat her.”
Despite all of my growth, despite everything I told myself about my feelings for Julian, my heart still broke a little at his words.
Please? He’d never plead for anything on my behalf, back when we were married.
No, back when we were married, secretly, and I performed all my wifely duties as well as caring for his household, he would never have paraded me to the hospital in order to seek help. He would never have shown any weakness in relation to me, nor any helplessness.