Page 45 of His Fated Luna

“Rose, can you pass me the patient’s chart?” Dr. Danvers asked, his voice calm and steady.

I handed it to him, my eyes glancing at the pregnant she-wolf sitting in front of us. Mrs. Carmichael was rubbing her swollen belly, her expression a mixture of joy and apprehension. She was due at the end of this month. Wouldn’t be long now.

“Based on your latest tests and the ultrasound, I’d say you have about three more weeks before we meet your little one.” Dr. Danvers gave a reassuring smile, his glasses glinting against the overhead white lights when he looked up at his patient after reviewing his notes.

Mrs. Carmichael let out a relieved sigh. “Thank you, Doctor. And thank you, Rose, for being here. It’s comforting knowing you’ll be on the pack’s medical team soon.”

I smiled warmly. “It’s my pleasure.”

I looked at the excited face of Mrs. Carmichael. What could be more satisfying than helping my pack? Everywhere else I felt out of place. But here, in this clinic, I felt like I belonged.

Since I was a physician's assistant in training, I was assisting Dr. Danver. I had to train under a pack doctor and learn some practical knowledge under his expertise to get my certificate. My goal was, in the future, to take his place and serve my pack as a doctor. Of course that entailed three years of intense med-school in New York where I would learn how to be a pack doctor, and one year of intense residency training, but it would eventually be worth it.

Being here felt natural. The sterile scent of antiseptics, the faint hum of medical equipment, and the soft murmurs of patients were familiar.

Today was no different.

“So, you have to come again after two weeks for a routine checkup. You already know it's going to be a normal delivery. Are you taking your prenatal vitamins regularly?”

Before Mrs. Carmichael could respond, the clinic doors burst open.

“Doctor! The Alpha—he’s injured!” a pack warrior shouted, breathless.

My heart skipped a beat. I looked toward Dr. Danvers who immediately dropped the chart and strode towards the emergency room. I followed close behind, my heart pounding.

Alpha Aiden sat on the examination bed, his face set in a tight grimace. His right arm hung limply at his side at a grotesque angle, clearly dislocated.

“What happened?” Dr. Danvers asked, already moving to examine him.

Aiden scowled. “We were having a mock battle…and Tony won.”

His jaw ticked. Clearly, he was not pleased to share this information.

I blinked. “You—you lost to Tony and he dislocated your arm?”

Aiden shot me a glare, and then looked away. He was visibly in a bad mood. Tony was strong. He was the pack beta. And Aiden, it seemed, was a sore loser.

Dr. Danvers sighed. “Well, it’s just a dislocation. But it needs to be reset immediately.”

He turned to me. “Rose, help me stabilize his arm.”

I nodded and stepped forward, my hands carefully supporting Aiden’s injured limb. His skin was warm under my touch, his muscles tense beneath my fingers.

“This will hurt,” Dr. Danvers warned before swiftly maneuvering Aiden’s arm back into place.

I winced as I heard the popping of his shoulder back into place, the crunch of bones grating against bone.

Aiden gritted his teeth, but a sharp hiss escaped his lips. My fingers tightened slightly around his forearm. It was a good thing Dr. Danvers was doing this for Aiden. I never could have.

For a moment, our eyes met. He was watching me—not in irritation, not in cold indifference, but with curiosity. Like he had just noticed something about me that he hadn’t before.

When the arm was set, Dr. Danvers wrapped it securely. “You should rest for the rest of the day. No training, no heavy lifting. Go home and rest.”

Aiden scoffed. “That’s not happening. Tony and I need to spar again so I can kick his ass.”

Dr. Danvers pinched the bridge of his nose. “Alpha, you have extraordinary regenerative abilities. But even you need twenty-four hours to be back at full strength. Give your arm time to heal properly.”

“I am the pack alpha. I don’t have time to rest,” Aiden said, his voice leaving no room for argument.