Page 8 of The Alpha's Cursed Queen

I don’t have a habit of crying, but I lower my eyes, feeling overwhelmed. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

Edith unwraps the binding on my hand, and her lips press together into a thin line when she sees the infection. “Thomas did this?”

I nod. “He stabbed a letter opener into my palm. I don’t know why it got infected—”

“I’ll fix it.” Edith’s voice is strained.

I expect her to apply some ointment, but to my surprise, she uses her healing ability. I close my eyes as the warm, comfortable wave of healing energy passes through me.

Some of the pain begins to diminish. As Edith uses her ability to reverse the damage, I wonder if I should celebrate my coming-of-age birthday. When a female wolf comes of age, she is no longer bound to the wolf pack she is associated with. She’s old enough to leave if she wants, and she’s also old enough to take a mate. I have never had anything to celebrate before, but now…?

I could leave the Moonlight Pack. I could go live in a human territory.

It’s not like I can shift, after all. I could start a different job, a new life. No wolf will ever accept me as their mate, and after the tumultuous life I have experienced, the idea of somebody loving me and wanting me is nothing short of a fantasy. I’ve been told my whole life how unwanted and undesirable I am. Why would that ever change?

It won’t.

Shifters usually have fated mates, but I’ve always been told that fated mates are connected through their wolf spirit. I don’t have a wolf spirit, which means I don’t have a fated mate.

As a little girl, I used to dream about having my own mate. The child I was desperately wanted someone to love her and protect her, her very own prince charming. But as I grew older, I began to realize that nobody would ever protect me and that a fated mate was not in the cards for me. So, that was just another dream I tucked away in a corner of my mind to gather dust.

But what I can do is get away from here and all these people. I want to go someplace where nobody knows me, where nobody will look at me and judge me. Where nobody will care whether I have a wolf spirit or not.

“Why are you smiling?” Edith asks, and I realize that I can no longer feel her healing warmth. I look down at my hand and see a scar in the middle of my palm.

I frown. “Why is there a scar?”

Edith is silent, an uncomfortable expression crossing her face.

“Edith?”

She is spared the task of answering me when the door of the examination room is pulled open and another wolf shifter rushes in. Unlike me with my red hair and blue eyes that make me stand out from other shifters, Mary has short, dark hair that playfully touches the edge of her shoulders and beautiful brown eyes. Willow may be a blonde beauty, but Mary is just as pretty, her features exquisite.

“Alice!” The young healer throws herself at me, and Edith grabs her by the back of her coat.

“Stop right there.”

Mary gives her a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I got carried away. I just checked my phone, Alice. I was in the middle of a session. Are you hurt? Wait, of course you are! You look terrible! I mean, not terrible like that, but—”

Edith clears throat. “Take a breath, Mary. I’ve done most of the healing. You can take over now. And think before you speak. You’re not making sense again.”

Mary flushes. “Thanks for healing her, Edith.”

The older woman gives her a stern look. “Don’t thank me for doing my job.”

She walks out of the room without so much as a goodbye, but it doesn’t bother me. The senior healer is a little abrupt, but she’s kind to me, which is what matters.

Once the door closes behind her, Mary gives me a hug. “What happened? Who did this?”

“Thomas,” I tell her before diving into what happened at Benny’s yesterday and the resulting meeting in the beta’s office.

Mary doesn’t look shocked, but there is pain in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Alice.”

“It’s okay.” I watch her pick up a cotton swab and dowse it in saline before cleaning the blood from my face. “It is what it is.”

My friend leans back and says regretfully, “I wish you didn’t sound so matter of fact about it.”

I just give her a tight smile, saying nothing further.

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