His Betrayed Mate Is A Famous Healer

Once I was out in the compound, the prince's beta opened the door for me, and I stepped in. The prince entered as well, and the door was slammed shut. "Your Highness, what about your mate?" I asked him because that was the sole cause of my issue back there.

He made a long face and still responded, "Is there an issue? She's in the hospital for what she caused herself."

"She really didn't cause that herself. If you've truly been away from her, then she could be broken by your actions. Why not draw closer to her? Did she commit an unforgivable crime? Then you two should sort it out so people will stop misunderstanding me." I said further, but he didn't even spare me a glance.

If he had feelings for me, he should have said it out already.

He hadn't been in the clan until two years ago, when his father appointed me the royal healer. That was when I came to be close to them, and also knew that he went to the Academy of Alpha Elites for his training as the future lycan king of the clan.

When the car had ridden far away from the clubhouse where I had been, he finally turned around and whispered to me, "Let's not talk about my mate. We look forward to that alpha king getting better."

I sighed and nodded, then averted my gaze through the window.

We reached the clan's infirmary and alighted, then I was taken straight to the ICU, which was locked up as they said surgeons were in there.

One of the healers I was familiar with passed by, and I called for his attention, "What is wrong with the alpha? Any idea?"

He knitted his brows and shook his head, "The clan councils are even pondering on sending them out of the clan, as a werewolf has no reason to be given intensive care in the clan....even though several healers had tried, but there was no positive result." he explained and patted my shoulder, leaving already before I could find my words.

Why would they want to send away the alpha when it was their pride to treat him?

The prince's beta came forward soon and announced that the clan councils were seeking an audience with me because of the issue at hand. It seemed that because of the alpha, the healer's attentions were all shifted from other patients. Then it meant that his condition was so terrible to be overlooked.

I reached the room where they were and took a seat, "Greetings, councils..." I bowed to them and crossed my legs together.

"We are discussing that you begin leaving, as the alpha should be taken away from here. The werewolves are too proud of themselves and wouldn't obey the lycans, so they should have nothing to earn from us," the chief council chairman said, and I didn't understand if they wanted me to discard a werewolf when I was one.

Another cleared his throat, "All the healers in this infirmary have tried their best, and even the surgeons in there are trying their best. We don't need such, because they would still pay us back with a war. If we had known that the lycan prince was going to pick you up, we wouldn't have allowed that."

"I have to do it..." I said to them, and they all glanced at themselves. "I'm very sorry, but if I don't save that life, I would be taunted by the moon goddess who gave me the ability. You could stop such from happening again, but that is after this time."

They kept whispering to themselves, and I still added, "You know, I was having my time with others when the prince brought me out. I shouldn't be here in vain, please. This isn't a matter of being a werewolf or not, I just have to save his life...even if his treatments will continue elsewhere."

While they were still murmuring among themselves, the lycan prince walked into the room and took his seats.

"The surgeons are out, and nothing has changed. He has a limited time, and I will feel so guilty if he dies here. So even if it isn't allowed, they are already here and were let in by the border warriors," the prince stated and then shifted his gaze to me. "We have to go in there, Annette. There's not much time left. We could discuss this again when you are done, and my father must be there."

I stood, and looking at their faces, they didn't seem to have any choice as I walked out with the prince.

Before we entered the ICU, one of the surgeons pulled out his mask and asked me, "Are you the famous healer they talked about here? I'd like to speak with you..."

I bowed lightly to him, "If that's the case, then it should be after I am done."

"No problem!" He watched until I locked the door of the room.

The prince went closer to the bed and raised the surgical drape, "Do you need any help? He's so unconscious..."

I walked closer to see where the patient had been wounded, and it wasn't a small one. His thighs were almost shattered with a weapon, and the side of his belly was still bleeding.

"He's an alpha, or he would have died already from the position of this," I muttered and reached closer to where the prince was, wanting to catch a glimpse of his face.

I narrowed my gaze once I turned his head to face the ceiling. I couldn't be dreaming, right?

"Is everything okay? He isn't dead, right?" The prince drew my attention, and I quickly checked his pulse to see how faint it was. "He's the alpha king of the Infinite Pride Pack..."

I turned around to him, "What happened to him? This is so brutal..."

"Their pack was attacked unexpectedly by rogues, and so while trying to save his people, ended up this way. The pack healers couldn't save him, and neither could all the healers in the werewolves' pack. I think they heard of the famous healer here and decided to bring him forth, so please save him."

Tears already gathered in my eyes. I just didn't like how I was feeling for someone who didn't care about me.

Who could believe he would be my patient one day?

I sniffed and said to the prince, "I will try my best. But could you try to awaken his wolf?"

He walked closer and touched his forehead, "Without his wolf...

"His wolf would help a lot. I think he's also unconscious." I said, and he nodded and then bit his index finger, which he began dropping his blood into his mouth.

This is my calling, and I would just walk away like in the past once I was done with him.

Alpha Samson did me dirty, but I couldn't watch him die because of the past.

"His wolf is awakened..." the prince said to me, and I nodded. "Would he help keep him alive?"

I nodded, "I'll have to change up." I said and left the ICU.

While I was putting on my surgical scrubs, the tears I'd held for a long time rolled down my cheek, and I quickly wiped them off. I shouldn't be doing this when I have already gotten rid of him from my life. I was still wolfless, so he wouldn't even regard me if he woke up...and I would have no reason to even give him my time.

I tied my hair into a knot, slid my gloves into my palms and then put on my mask.

For the last six years, I was his wolfless mate, and now, I was the famous healer he came for. I hoped he wouldn't cuss himself when he realised that I saved his life. So help me, moon goddess!