Chapter 159: Doctor Ana Is One of the Five Compatible Alphas?!
The netizens rallied hard behind me online, flooding feeds with support for me, and hate for Viktor and Felix, but they had no clue about the male leads’ twisted attraction—or straight lust—snaking toward me now. I didn’t like them one bit, not their creepy claims or power plays.
The only reason the world knew Felix was my contracted fiancé was that crafty bastard posting the contract copy online himself—his family’s sly power move to lock me public.
Thankfully, he hadn’t contacted me yet, keeping distance for now. I sat in Dr. Ana’s office in a simple white shirt tucked into slim jeans, my hair grown out shoulder-length and styled neat in a chignon bun.
In front of me stood Dr. Ana, her cyan ponytail sharp, face blank but eyes serious boring into mine like she held heavy news.
"Your breasts should have stopped lactating by now—therapy suppressants full effect," she said clinical flat, tablet glowing vitals. "Also, your breasts were sucked—the alphas’ saliva worked perfectly for smaller periods."
"Yes, Dr. Ana—they did, right on schedule. No more leaks," I replied relieved, shifting legs strong now. My face turned a bit red. "I a, feeling nice—I mean, my breasts aren’t heavy."
"I see... good recovery." She tapped notes quick. "Legs functioning full?"
"Yeah, they are—walking steady now, even managed a short jog yesterday without wobbling once," I smiled wide and genuine, flexing one leg under the chair proud and strong, feeling the muscle respond solid for the first time in forever. Recovery felt so real, like my body was finally mine again.
"Hemoglobin levels optimal too—iron counts solid, no anemia traces left," Dr. Ana noted clinical, tablet screen glowing with my full vitals chart.
"All thanks to you and your amazing team—honestly couldn’t have pushed through without your care every step," I said grateful, voice warm.
"Heat cycle fully stabilized too—hormone lines perfectly aligned now, no random flares or spikes ahead," she added, tapping final notes precise.
"Thank you again, Doctor—it really feels like a fresh, clean start for me," I beamed, sitting taller confident.
Dr. Ana set the stack of papers down slow with a blank, distant look on her face, lowering her head to stare at them silent—way too long, fingers lingering on the edges.
Tension hummed strange and thick in the air, her cyan ponytail still as stone.
"Doctor? Is something wrong—all okay with the results?" I asked soft and careful, tilting my head curious—why the sudden odd shift in her vibe?
"Emily... you’re hereby fully discharged today. Every single report came back perfect green across the board—free to go home, no restrictions," she said monotone flat, handing over the thick stack formal like always.
"Thank you so much—means the world." I stood up smooth and steady, taking the reports with a polite nod, my fingers brushing hers electric faint tingle that made my skin prickle odd.
"Emily..." she murmured super low, her voice catching rare and shaky like something heavy stuck in her throat.
"Yes, Doctor—what’s up?"
"Nothing... just..." She trailed off awkward, eyes flickering conflicted back and forth, avoiding mine direct.
"Thanks for everything you’ve done—you literally saved my life through all this," I pressed gentle and sincere, turning slow for the door ready to head out.
"Emily, wait—" Her hand shot out sudden, catching my wrist in a firm snap-grip tight—yanking me back hard into her chest with a solid thump collision.
She pulled me in tight full embrace right there, face burying deep into my nape warm nuzzle, desert-oasis scent flooding my nose heady and thick with vanilla-sand possessive notes, her strong arms banding steel-cable around my slim waist holding me crush-close.
"Doctor?! What are you doing right now?!" I gasped out shocked loud, hands pushing instinctive at her shoulders but my omega core betraying me with a traitor purr humming low under her dominant hold.
"Shush quiet now, Emily... I thought I could ignore this damn pull—bury it deep under professional walls.
"But I just can’t anymore, not after all this time," she whispered husky and raw right against my skin, her breath coming hot and tingly on my nape sending shivers down my spine.
"What do you mean exactly by that?!" My heart hammered wild frantic in my chest like a trapped bird, chignon bun loosening stray strands from her tight grip.
"You can never fight raw biology—it’s coded too deep in our instincts." She hugged me even tighter full crush, her taller body flush against mine, my petite curves molding perfect into her frame like puzzle pieces.
"Biology?"
"Out of the five matched alphas in your compatibility profile... I’m one of them fully compatible with you perfect. I gave you my own personal pheromones mixed right into your therapy infusions—bonded us subtle without you knowing."
I froze shocked completely silent—eyes going wide huge. "But... why didn’t you say anything sooner at all?!"
"Because I thought time would fade the bond out—professional distance would suppress the draw, let it die quiet." Her voice cracked just a fraction vulnerable, nuzzling even deeper as she inhaled my jasmine scent needy long and slow.
"I’m so confused right now—what does this even mean for us..."
"Me too, Emily—torn completely bad inside. But I can’t let you go like this easy. Not after nursing after all the things that has happened between us, feeling this every day."
Her hands slid possessive up my ribs real slow teasing, one cradling my jaw tilt firm upward—then her lips crashed onto mine fierce and possessive smack-seal full hard pressure, velvet-hot claim overwhelming.
Tongue thrust dominant and slick bold, parting my gasp seamless to plunge deep hot—curling slow deliberate strokes teasing every inch of mine, honey-lavender tang bursting rich and addictive as she explored thorough and relentless.
Flat broad laps against my roof-mouth coaxing helpless omega whimpers muffled mmph-mmph, tip flicking sensitive inner-cheek spark electric, then sucking my tongue into her mouth gentle but firm vacuum slurp-pull-slurp drawing slick heat throbbing low-belly clench tight.
Teeth nipped my pouty lower lip sharp graze-tug-tug-tug right on the pain-pleasure edge perfect, sparking core throb hard slick-warm rush soaking panties damp fast.
Her free hand tangled deep into my chignon yank loose rip-strands-pop raven waves spilling wild silk-cascade free down my back, fingers threading my scalp firm possessive tug tilt-head optimal angle for deeper plunge.
She shifted her angle smoothly claiming every hidden corner wet, noses brushing close flare shared ragged hot-panting breaths desperate, my omega moan swallowed helpless full vibrating straight into her mouth.
My knees buckled weak jelly hers bracing my hips steady grind faint instinctive needy roll hips-forward.
Suction ramped intense on lower lip—glossy milk-sweet strand breaking slow when she broke the kiss reluctant dragging—lips peeling apart shiny-swollen red and slick, my breath hitching in dizzy heavy pants, emerald eyes dazed hazy up into her hunger-dark intense gaze locked possessive.
Suddenly—door creak loud—Hellen stood frozen in the frame massive silhouette filling it, golden eyes blown pitch dark possessive fury behind her Reyes fists clenched bone-white soldier-mad ready fight, Ivory smirking chili-edged wicked ready-pounce instant.
"Dr. Ana... you better explain now what the hell that was," Hellen growled thunder-deep low, honey-citrus spiking rut-fury thick flooding the whole room heavy.
Reyes stepped forward aggressive fists-white-knuckled. "Get your hands off her right now—back the fuck up slow."’
Ivory laughed dark throaty amused. "Compatible alpha match, huh? Real bold move there, doc—but newsflash, she’s my mine. Step the hell off gracefully."
Dr. Ana straightened up cool and quick clinical-mask snapping right back on professional, desert-oasis scent lingering heavy claim in the air. "Biology doesn’t ask permission or wait for invites—we’ll talk details later civilized." She released me with super reluctance, her eyes still locked intense on mine full conflicted hunger burning.
