Chapter 90 090
Danica’s POV
I have been on a panic rampage since I woke up early this morning. At first, it was just slight nervousness, but then it became full-blown panic ever since I checked in on the patient's condition.
Whatever confidence I had felt while consoling Alexander last night was gone in a blink… just like that.
I was still pacing in the hallway, dreading going back into the clinic when I heard voices. Deep, not one, not two, not even three. The voices drew closer and I gasped when the fifth voice spoke.
“Can you not argue like teens right now? Y'all are ministers for Hades' sake” Alexander's unmistakable voice sounded and my heart skipped two beats… maybe three.
I tried to run but there's only one way to run without looking like a fool, and it would be me going in the exact part of the hallway where those voices are coming from. And that, on its own, would make me look like an idiot, so I resumed pacing, slowly this time, acting all natural like I was waiting for someone. I'd say Vera if anyone asked… The heavens bless her soul.
Then they came into view. Five of them… no, seven actually. I guess the remaining two didn't speak through their stroll.
The voices died down as soon as they saw me? Or maybe they're just listening to their Alpha's suggestions about not arguing like teens?
I had no idea right now.
A few whispers began, unclear. Not like I'd want to know what the hell they were saying anyway.
I just want them to walk by and treat me like I'm utterly invisible… or Goddess help me, I might just make a fool of myself in front of seven important officials of the Pack, including my mate and his Beta.
I kept my head hung low, avoiding all their gazes as much as I could until it felt like they're all gone. Or that's what I thought, until I felt a finger brush my arm, slowly, unmistakably familiar.
It was just one touch, one soft brush, but my skin doesn't feel the same way. Goosebumps erupted all over my arm, the heat spreading all the way to my neck and then my face.
My breath hitched, my gaze jolting upwards before I could stop myself. They didn't stop walking. None of them did. Not even the real perpetrator behind the reason why my heart has taken a speed of its own liking.
But I looked up just in time to see the side of his lips curl up into a smirk.
I barely noticed the other men staring at me like I suddenly became a clown, but I eventually did when the last person on the cue walked past.
Thorn. The brain-thorn gamma.
He gave me a weird look, cocking a brow at me as if to figure out why my face suddenly turned tomato red, and I wouldn't sleep on that look for anything. I gave him a venomous smirk, rolling my eyes at him in a way that screams ‘cat got your eyes?’
It was so sexy of Alexander to give me a distraction when I needed it the most. And also very stupid of Thorn to make my expression go all sassy-sour barely five seconds later.
When they all finally disappeared from sight, I let out a sigh of relief and gathered myself back to the clinic, the same way I tried to escape it in the first place.
I pushed the door to my office open, only to see my chair facing the glassy view of nature… Okay, damn, I had left my chair facing my desk, not backing it.
But, right before I raised a very much prepared alarm, I noticed another presence at another end of the office, and I turned to see none other than Anabel, with a funny smirk on her face.
“Hello, baddest” she purred sweetly… the kind of sweet that gives you the ‘sweet little savage girl’ vibe.
A squeal caught in my throat when the sleek black chair I was just complaining about whipped around to reveal Bianca who shot me a wink.
“Yello, Boss bitch” she whispered aloud, the color that painted her lips throwing me off even more than their entire presence did.
“Uhm, I think I found the wrong room. Oh, it has to be!” I muttered, laughing weirdly.
Bianca scoffed, chewing on a gum I hadn't even noticed before. “You're smarter than mistaking rooms and offices, boss bitch, trust me” she mouthed, and I groaned in my inescapable doom.
“Okay so, mama bears, would you mind explaining why my office reeks of two grown women instead of antiseptics?” I demanded, looking as serious as ever. If only they sliced my heart open and saw how freaking happy I am right now.
“Well, Doctor, we're here to give you our success charms. I mean, it's the only way you're going to ace your next surgery you know?” Bianca added and I blinked, staring at them like they were suddenly speaking in parables.
“And how is that?” I asked, my gaze traveling between their funny faces.
Holy Selene, I was trying really hard not to laugh right now.
“By thinking of us, instead of thinking about the possibilities of failing to do a good job” Anabel added and my expression instantly softened, my eyes watering slightly.
I almost forgot how nice it feels to have real friends who would show up for you when you need them the most. Friends who will make you feel empowered all over again at the particular moment when you just began to second-guess yourself.
And now, watching them… not just one but two beautiful women, filling that role in my life, brought me to tears.
“Come on, Dani. I know you couldn't possibly survive without me, but crying? You're above that, baby” Bianca muttered in an exhausted voice and I laughed, even as tears rolled down my face.
They both laughed too and I quickly wiped the tear off my face before I began to look like a darn ghost.
“Congratulations on being the head doctor, Danica” Bianca muttered and I smiled, wondering what I could have done without this beautiful soul lurking around the corners of my life that seemed tight, only for her to breathe her charm right there.
“Congratulations, Doctor Danica” Anabel muttered and I hugged them both, each one after the other, from the chairs they were seated in.
“So, now, we're heading out for a…”
“Stroll!!!” Anabel completed and they both got up from their chairs, pulling me along as they headed out of my office.
“Don’t tell me… we're actually leaving the walls of this clinic?” I asked, under my breath and Bianca shot me one of those weird smiles that screams ‘yes, honey. And there's nothing you can possibly do about it’.
“A little break wouldn't crush your hands, darling. You're the freaking boss right now. You have nothing to worry about”
I decided to stop arguing with those two, and enjoy this entire hang out spree between us girls. There was no point fighting it when it is something I always wanted to do, important surgery or not.
I talked about the surgery, the patient, how severe her condition is, and how she's a god-damned VVIP patient, and how I wasn't planning to lose my next patience all in the name of nervousness.
They gave me all the moral support I didn't even know I needed. And then we proceeded to talk about our mates. Those clueless men disguised in hot, smoking bodies that are too fucking hard to resist.
Except that Alexander wasn't all that clueless. He makes me feel things I didn't even know I was capable of feeling. And even the most absurd things with him feels so right.
When Anabel subconsciously mentioned that her mate was getting a bit distant, and how she thinks it might just be her being paranoid after all, I couldn't help but wonder if it was related to our meeting the last time. But I immediately shrugged it off.
There's no way Finn would turn out to be a shameless stupid ass jerk towards Anabel, the mate he claims deserves his love… unlike me.
I had come to accept that fact because he made it clear more than once. And if he ever treated her wrong, I would personally set his lungs on fire.
I hadn't expected Bianca to be all cozy with her mate, because the guy seemed just like a mini version of Alexander. Cold, dark, with predator eyes to keep you in check. But what can I say right now? Men in love can turn out to be so unpredictable.