Mated To Four Alphas

ver, when I had jokingly promised the charming orderly, Clark, that I would comply with every instruction bestowed upon me by the doctor, I had meant every word. M

shaken me to my core. Although I would have considered the prolonged observation excessive under ordinary circumstances, the incident had left me so utterly terrified that I welcomed the

out the entire journey, she kept up a steady stream of one-sided conversation, as if determined to fill the silence that enveloped

rrowing as he scrutinized my appeara

ed my gaze, allowing my tangled brown locks to

making a good impression the

er," I responded, my eagerness to rid myself of the

hat Doctor Gandor had insisted on the wheelchair became abundantly clear as soon as I placed my full

e under the arms, preventing me from plummeting to the ground. The muscles of his robust biceps fl

oothness of his skin greeted my fingertips. It dawned on me that he was taller than I had initially realized; I had to tilt my head back considerably

ack into the wheelchair. Clearing

o it. Julian, could you

appeared so eager to escape. Perhaps I truly did emit an unpleasant odor. As Julian pushed me into the bathroom, I discreetly attempted to sniff my armpits.

t off to make the bed. Her one-sided conversation resumed, but I couldn't help but wonder if she was

lf back onto my feet. This time, my legs held steady, although a slight dizziness and unsteadiness lingered. Doctor Gandor seemed to belie

ting up with delight. "Look at you!" She clapped her hands together, beaming proudly at me. "You're already back on your feet. You'll be back to your usual self in no time!

ed, showing understanding. "Yes, that's right. I'm sure you'l

etly trying to kill me." Julian's lips formed a small pout. "No

," I sighed. "It's

om and towards my bed, though I hardly needed her support

n leisurely reading and allowing my body to recuperate. Over the years, I had honed the skill of passing time with practiced ease. However, on this particular day, a peculiar restlessn

pressive array of exercise apparatus, fulfilling every conceivable need. A generous expanse in the center was covered in a soft, verdant material, presumably intended to simulate the feel of grass underfoot. Encircling the yard

listic care. Alongside the daily consumption of our prescribed medications, our dietary intake

ccasionally mused to myself. Erin, my dedicated trainer, always pushed me to my limits, leaving me drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted by the end of our sessions. Despite my frequent complaints,

ature, possessing a sturdy build adorned with defined muscles and spiky dark hair. While my physical condition ha

out of my wheelchair. Nothing frightened me more than the sensation of weakness. It made me feel as though

pression on my face and cla

top shape in no time. You’re one of my b

ugh dozens of drills, mostly bodyweight exercises that challenged my strength and agility. I had lost some ground after my t

too. By the end of the week, I could almost forget my brush with

ight inches taller than me. My dad had died when I was little, but I’d definitely gotten my diminutive 5’3” height

ried about yo

ing my arms around her. She only called m

t of suspended animation since my arrival at the Taren complex a decade ago. Hell, there were even moments when I forgo

ng my darkest moments. Finally, she stepped back, holding me at arm's length, her eyes scouring my face with a vigilan

ng her probing eyes. "I feel...fine,"

sponse. "You hesitated," she pointed out, her abil

back wall, plopping down onto it unceremoniously. My mother followed suit, her gaze unwavering behind the lenses

ng fine within a span of two weeks. It's unsettling... It makes me..." I paused, swallowing hard, trying to suppress the t

with empathy. "It will end, Isabella. One day, you will be cured. Doctor Gandor and his team are

to my core. For the first time in years, I found myself contemplating the what-ifs. What if I never found a cure? Could I bear to live my entire life like this? Imprisoned

my illness was incurable? Would I still be considered valuable for their studies? Or would they eventually cast me aside, forcing me to fend for myself? It was as if

e hope, Isabella. I understand how difficult it is. But remember, nothing has changed. You're still the incredible fi

them. When I reopened them, I summoned a smile to my lips, determined not to let her see the uncertainty that stil

n away from my own struggles. "I'm doing well. Classes a

her, so it came as no surprise that she had found her calling in that profession. It was almost like a universal truth that guys named Chad were destined to become self-absorbed jer

nsider her response. "I have a few books I've been meaning to read. I

her, perhaps needlessly so. Yet with my father gone and her only child confined within a medical facility

nal experience that staying busy didn't always ch

uth deepening as she offered a smile. Then, sitting up with renewe

face for the first time since her arrival, she pulled out a collection of thick books from h

wever, as the door closed behind her, a heavy cloud seemed to descend upon the room. I surveyed the small space, despite having spent years w