The Alphas Exclusive Nurse by Sommy Pearl

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.