The Alpha's Exclusive Nurse

Eva

As I pushed the stretcher alongside my partner, I tugged self-consciously at the hem of my short nurse's uniform, my eyes fixed on the gasping patient. His labored breathing filled me with a sense of helplessness, and I silently prayed for his recovery. The familiarity of his face only added to my concern – he was my brother-in-law, and I'd watched him suffer from this debilitating illness for far too long.

We finally reached an available ward, and I sprang into action, helping to initiate treatment. But just as we were making progress, Mona swept in, her confident stride and superior smile commanding attention. "Eva!" she called, her voice crisp and authoritative.

I turned to face her, my eyes narrowing slightly as I took in her indifferent expression. The other nurses seemed to shrink away, their faces neutral, and I knew I was outnumbered.

"Huh? But I–" I began, but Mona's raised eyebrow silenced me. I glanced around the room, realizing I wouldn't win this argument. With a quiet nod, I said, "Please take care of him. He's my mate's brother."

As I left the ward, a mix of sadness and anger swirled inside me, but I kept my emotions in check. The bitter thought crossed my mind: "This is what I get for being an Omega and a pushover."

Mona's condescending attitude still rankled, a reminder of the hospital's uneven power dynamics – her father's ownership and her own powerful wolf status made her virtually untouchable.

I clocked out and decided to headed home, my shift finally over and no more tasks to tackle. My mind wandered to Christopher, my mate, fiancé, and the Alpha of the Windsong pack, recalling the sweet night we shared yesterday, which brought a gentle smile to my lips."

As I made my way out of the hospital, I overheard the usual gossip causing the blushed smile to falter. "Isn't that the weak Omega who's marrying the Alpha this weekend?"

"I can't believe someone like her will be our Luna," her friend sneered.

Despite the negative talk surrounding our relationship, Christopher remained unfazed, fully accepting the mate bond. I never would have imagined that an Omega like me could win the heart of an Alpha and would be finally getting married to such a fine man. Finally arriving home, I was greeted by the overpowering stench of alcohol and cheap perfume.

"This is quite unusual," I thought as I traced the source of the smell. I discovered Christopher sprawled on the sofa, sleeping and snoring loudly. His hair was disheveled, his shirt tattered, and I noticed lipstick stains on his lips, neck, and shirt collar. Many thoughts ran across my mind. Even when I tried to shrug them off, I still thought of one thing which was the obvious.

"Christopher?" I called softly, gently tapping his shoulder.

He moaned, his eyes fluttering open. "What is it?" he groaned, his voice laced with exhaustion.

I sat beside him, my concern palpable. "Where have you been?" I asked, knowing he wasn't supposed to be at work that day. Unlike me, who was always needed at the hospital to care for the sick.

His eyes snapped open, a hint of defensiveness creeping in. "What kind of stupid question is that?" he barked, his tone sharper than expected. "Do you think I play at home? I'm tired and starving, so go prepare dinner before I change my mind."

But I didn't back down, not after seeing the noticeable proof before me. "Are you cheating on me?" I asked fearlessly, tears brimming in my eyes as I searched his face for answers.

"Cheating on you?" He laughed cruelly. "You're asking ridiculous questions nowadays. You know what? I've changed my mind. I'll go out and eat something instead."

I felt a sting from his words, but I tried to apologize, wiping away the tears that fell from my eyes. "I'm sorry... I think I've been overthinking lately."

But Christopher was unforgiving. "Well, thanks to your overthinking, I'll be staying outside. Sleep without me!" he yelled, his anger palpable as he struggled to stand.

He shed his jacket, throwing it to the floor, and staggered toward the door. But then he turned back, his expression twisted in a mix of anger and concern. "Oh, by the way, how's my brother?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of concern. "I heard his diabetes kicked in again, and he even lost consciousness. I also heard you were the nurse in charge."

"What?" I asked, my eyebrows raised, but I knew it was true-except that witch, Mona, had taken over. "Well, he's fine," I could only hope.

"Good," he nodded. "I'll pay him a visit tomorrow morning."

Thinking of Mona briefly reminded me of the cheap perfume I had smelled on Christopher. Even the lipstick stains and hickeys on him brought to mind the redness of her lips that afternoon.

"Christopher?" I quickly called before he could open the door.

"What is it again, woman?" he asked impatiently.

My heart ached as I wondered why he was acting this way towards me. It was completely unfair and unlike him but I had to talk. He was going to be my husband and I couldn't deal with being quiet when I saw signs. It's better to speak than to regret later.

"Do you perhaps know a woman called Mona?" I asked slowly and calmly.

There was a brief silence before he cut in, "Who is that?" he asked.

I shook my head, muttering, "Never mind."

He then shut the door, slamming it loudly behind him. Letting out a deep sigh, I took my gaze down at my finger bearing the engagement ring, desperately hoping that my suspicions were unfounded.

***

"Wake up, Eva!" Christopher's angry voice jolted me awake at dusk. I had slept alone the night before, not thinking he'd actually follow through on his threat to stay outside.

"What?" I asked, my heart racing as I took in his furious expression. "What is it?"

"You killed my brother!" he yelled, his voice shaking with rage. "You said my brother survived! Why is he dead?"

"Excuse me?" I muttered, struggling to make sense of his words.

"I will kill you, Eva!" he barked, pinning me down on the bed and wrapping his hands around my neck. I whimpered in terror, desperately trying to escape his grip.

"Please," I choked out, tears streaming down my face, "let me explain!"

"No," he snapped, tightening his grip. "You don't deserve to explain. You deserve death."

His mother-my mother-in-law who had never liked me from the moment we met-entered the bedroom. Seeing the state of her son and me, she scoffed in disgust and fury. "I always knew she was up to no good. Even though she's a stupid Omega, I thought she was at least a competent nurse. You murderer! You killed my son!"

"No," I cried, shaking my head, "I'm innocent."

"Liar," she spat, then turned toward the door.

"I'm not lying," I whimpered, struggling to breathe.

"Come in!" she shouted, and the Alpha's well-built, husky guards entered the room.

"Take her away," she commanded, pointing at me.

"Hear me out!" I pleaded, tearfully.

Christopher finally released me at his mother's insistence. "Take her away, as my mother said!" he ordered, his voice loud and his chest heaving as he panted.

"No... no... don't do this to me, please," I pleaded, shaking my head. "You need to listen to me. I never even had the chance to treat him last night."

"Liar!" he spat, his eyes blazing with fury. "You're going back on your words. This is different from what you said last night."

I realized he was right, and my face fell. I was in deep trouble, and there seemed to be no way to escape it. Nobody would even vouch for me.

Eva

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked, tears streaming down my face as my handcuffed hands pressed against the glass separating us. "You should tell the Alpha that you were the one who cared for his brother, not me."

Mona folded her arms beneath her chest, sneering, "Is that why you demanded to see me? Gosh! I shouldn't have wasted my time coming here. I only came because your sister pleaded for my presence. Don't ever call me for this nonsense again."

Then, she stormed off, nearly pushing my sister out of the way. My elder sister, Thelma, who is my only family since our parents' death, approached me and sat down on the chair facing me, offering comfort. "Don't worry," she assured me. "You'll be fine. I'll get to the bottom of this."

"Please, get me a good lawyer, probably one from the city," I sobbed, shaking my head. "Nobody believes me, not even my fiancé."

"Get a grip, please," Thelma snapped, frowning. "If only you had listened to me when I told you to come with me to the city. You always claimed you loved it here in this pack. Now, look at you."

"I'm sorry, Thelma," I sobbed, regretting my past decisions. "If I can make it out of here alive, I'll follow you to the city, I promise."

"What if you don't make it out of here alive?" Thelma asked, tears suddenly filling her eyes.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, fear rising in my voice. "Are you hoping that I die or something?"

"I didn't want to tell you anything, Eva, but I guess I have no choice," she sobbed, her gaze downwards.

"Tell me," I said, my heart racing. "What happened?"

"Alpha Christopher has decreed that you won't be getting a lawyer," she said. My face fell, and before I could ask why, she quickly continued, "He says you shall be executed by hanging."

My throat tightened, and my face turned red. "What did you just say?" I asked, my voice cracking as sobs threatened to escape.

"Why are you even still wearing that engagement ring?" she barked, staring at my trembling long fingers. "It's over already, so take it off."

"No, please," I uttered, shaking my head. "Christopher doesn't know what he's saying. Please beg him for me. I need to talk to him. Tell him that I also accept him having an affair-I don't care."

Thelma's eyes widened in shock. "Affair? What are you talking about?"

I continued sobbing and lowered my gaze. "He thinks I have no idea, but he recently started having an affair."

"Do you know who the woman is?" she asked, anger in her voice.

"What are you planning to do?" I asked, quickly looking at her. "Please, forget it. Forget what I said."

"You fool," she seethed. "I also know about this. He's having an affair with that nurse, right? Your coworker, what's her name again? Mona?"

My eyes widened in shock. "How... how do you know that?"

"Why wouldn't I know, huh?" she yelled. "When I went to her place to plead with her to meet with you, I saw the Alpha there. He kept giving lame excuses, but it was so obvious that they had something together."

I swallowed hard and looked down, feeling embarrassed as if I were the one caught. "What am I going to do now? My life is in ruins. I don't know where to start."

Just then, the jailer walked up to me. "Come," she said. "You're needed in the prison yard."

"Prison yard?" Thelma asked, standing up as I was being led away. "Why is she needed there?"

The jailer ignored her and took me to the vast yard, where more women around my age were brought in. I looked around in confusion, trying to understand what was happening. My heart skipped a beat, and my eyes widened when I saw Christopher walk in.

"What's he doing here?" I whispered to myself.

Just then, a much more masculine and handsome man appeared behind him. Some women started talking about the attractive, hot stranger, and I listened closely to pick up whatever they were saying.

"Isn't that Alpha Lorenzo of the Night City Pack?" one of the ladies asked.

"Wow, you're right! What's he doing in a small pack like this, though?" another questioned.

"Well, I heard he wanted to buy a slave, but since the slaves were all sold out to the men of the neighboring pack, he decided to select a female prisoner instead," she explained.

"But why does he want to buy a slave?" I asked. The three ladies shot me a hard glare, and I quickly averted my gaze. So much for being curious.

"I hope he picks me," one of them said, giggling.

I scoffed. Did they even know what they would face in the city with him? Somehow, I wished it was me he would pick, even if it wasn't possible. That way, I might be saved from my impending death.

"Let me see your face," I heard a deep voice echo, and my eyes fluttered open. When my gaze finally settled, it landed on the man they called Alpha Lorenzo. My lips parted, and my eyes blinked rapidly in disbelief.

Was he going to pick me?

However, he passed me by, and I scoffed, lowering my eyes. What was I even expecting? I thought. I noticed his polished shoes next to my dusty sandals again, and my eyes narrowed. Did he come back or something? I looked up and found him staring at me.

"Alpha Christopher?" he called, raising an arm.

"Yes, Alpha Lorenzo?" Christopher responded from just behind him, shooting me angry glares.

"It's her..." Alpha Lorenzo said softly. "I'll be taking her."

My jaw, along with Christopher's, dropped instantly.

Eva

"Didn't you just walk past her?" Christopher asked, nervousness evident in his tone. "I mean, what changed your mind?"

Alpha Lorenzo smirked, a small scoff escaping his lips, and then took my small right hand, bringing it to his face. I could only watch him like a child entranced by a new sight, unable to say a word.

"I saw the ring on her finger and thought she was married, so I decided to step away. But then, I realized she might be the one I need," he said, nodding his head and then lowering my hand.

I looked at Christopher's scowling face. He silently questioned me with his gaze: Why are you still wearing that darn ring?

I carefully observed his fingers, and pushed down the ring, which fell down to the ground before stepping my feet on it. Clenching my jaw, the bitterness and hurt pierced my chest. The pain was overwhelming, especially since I had been rejected in such a weird way.

"You don't need to take her," Christopher suddenly said. "This woman committed a felony and will be executed soon."

"What did she do?" Alpha Lorenzo asked, his eyebrows raised.

"She murdered my brother," Christopher replied, fuming. Everyone looked at me, and I quickly lowered my gaze. Hot tears streamed down my face, knowing I couldn't say anything to prove my innocence.

"How much will it cost to take her?" Alpha Lorenzo asked instead, as if he never heard what Christopher said. I quickly glanced at this man, who seemed unaffected by Christopher's words. Did he even hear him correctly?

"I said-"

"How about a hundred billion?" Lorenzo interrupted. "200? 300?" he added, seeing that Christopher remained silent. I thought he was done, but that was only the beginning.

"400? 450? 500? 550-"

"I'll take it," Christopher said quickly.

Pathetic fool, I thought, not feeling surprised one bit. Christopher's love for money was something I could never understand. I also wondered how wealthy this Alpha must be to spend that much money on me and why was he even doing that?

"You can take her and do whatever you wish with her," Christopher said, grinning foolishly. "She's all yours now."

He gestured to the jailer, who came forward, removed the handcuffs from me, and led the other prisoners away. They threw jealous and resentful glances in my direction but I averted my timid gaze away.

"You can leave us alone now," Lorenzo said. Christopher nodded and left us.

"Thank you," I said quickly, my voice small and face innocent.

"Why are you thanking me?" he scoffed, putting his hands in his pockets and acting nonchalant.

That's when it hit me-was I going to face something worse or more gruesome than death with him?

"Follow me," he said. I gulped hard and shuffled behind him. We finally left the yard and got into his car outside the gate the guards opened wide for us. He sat in the backseat while I sat in the front with the driver.

During the long, never-ending drive, I couldn't help but worry about my sister, who was probably thinking and asking about me. If only she knew what had happened. I couldn't even tell or excuse myself to see her one last time. We finally arrived in the city, and I was stunned by the beautiful modern cars, tall buildings, happy people, and modern surroundings.

It didn't take long to reach his pack, located in the heart of the city. After stopping the car, we exited and started walking through the pack house.

"Who's she?" a handsome young man asked, suddenly joining Lorenzo in front. "Let me guess, another slave?"

"No," Lorenzo replied, glancing at me. "This one is special. She's a... prisoner."

"A prisoner?" Toby asked loudly, turning to me and scanning my face, making me so uncomfortable that I had to look down. "Why was she imprisoned? She seems too timid and beautiful to have done anything wrong."

Lorenzo sighed deeply, as if frustrated by Toby's relentless questions. "I should have never supported making you the Beta, Toby. You talk way too much."

Lorenzo walked faster, seemingly trying to distance himself from Toby. I had to quicken my pace to keep up with him. We arrived at a door, which we both entered, revealing his lavishly adorned, magnificent bedroom, which left me astonished. But I had to compose myself.

"Have a seat," he said, removing his black jacket and hanging it on a stand.

I swallowed hard, reluctantly taking a seat on the sofa while watching him sit and drink a bottle of water at the counter.

"Tell me everything that happened," he said, returning to sit on the sofa opposite me. "I'll listen to you."

My teary eyes blinked. I couldn't believe someone like him was willing to hear me out. Sobbing quietly, I began telling him everything that had occurred. He sighed deeply, leaning back in his chair.

"I initially planned to make you a servants here because we need more help in the pack house. These days, you can't hire servants in cities. You have to go deep into town..." He paused, cutting the long story short. "You're free."

"Pardon?" I stuttered, thinking I misheard.

"I said you can leave, Miss Nurse," he said.

"My name is Eva," I whispered, softly, trying to be polite.

"I never asked," he said coldly. "You can go since you're now free."

I couldn't believe it! He spent that much money on me, listened to my story, felt pity, and then freed me?

"Thank you so much," I muttered, standing up and bowing. Just as I was about to open the door, his voice stopped me.

"You'd better run and hide well, Nurse," he said. I turned to face him, his eyes focused on the open document before him. "Because once I catch you, I'll tie you to me forever... just like a slave to their master."

I swallowed audibly, and without another word, I opened the door and scurried away, leaving it ajar in my haste.