I returned home after the hospital, my head buzzing with thoughts. My housewife Amber was Healer Amanda? Why hadn’t she told me? What else had she been hiding?
Now that I knew her real identity, it was so obvious that they were the same person. But what about the supermarket I’d seen her go into? What about Roman?
An Alpha like him would surely want his Luna to settle down, not work twelve hour shifts on the hospital floor.
Could she have a twin? She’d never said she had siblings, nor had she called anyone who could be over the years we spent married together.
I didn’t return to the office to face Healer Amanda, or Amber, or whoever she was. The idea that my wife had been working right in front of my eyes, knowing that I was her husband but hiding her identity from me, sent a shock through my body. For once, I had no idea what to say to her.
I walked out of the building and to my car. Healer Amanda was Amanda. Healer Amanda was my wife.
Healer Amanda had just discovered a treatment that would change the medical world forever.
I’d just settled down on my couch (far less comfortable than the one in the house Amber and I had shared) to begin organizing my thoughts when the doorbell rang. I’d told security that I wasn’t anticipating any visitors tonight, and irritation bristled at me as I stood up and went to open the door.
While I had security, I liked my solitude. I had no house staff besides my drivers and the kitchen staff, and even their services I’d been using less and less lately.
I was shocked to see Olivia standing on the other side of the door.
“I didn’t think we were scheduled to see each other tonight,” I said, running back through my memories to make sure I hadn’t forgotten a date, if you could even call it that.
“We weren’t scheduled too,” Olivia said, pushing through the door and pulling me close to her by my collar. “Do I need an appointment to see the future father of my child?”
I cleared my throat. I felt nothing towards Olivia.
Lately, I’d become increasingly fed up with her antics, her misplaced determination to make our relationship work. She’d broken my heart in college, and afterwards I’d dreamt of us getting back together.
These last five years, ever since that terrible night I’d gotten her pregnant, I’d discovered that our relationship had no substance. I felt no sparks between us, but I had to keep my promises.
“I’ll see if the cook can whip up some dinner for us,” I said.
“Forget dinner,” Olivia responded, her voice a low purr. “Let’s skip to dessert.” “No, Olivia. I don’t want to sleep with you.” Frustration coursed through my bones at her repeated attempts to force a chemistry we didn’t have. Making her my Agent Luna had been a mistake.
“You haven’t even kept up your side of the bargain,” I continued. “You don’t manage your house, how are you supposed to parent a child? And, even though you’re Agent Luna, you do nothing to handle pack affairs. You’re too caught up in your appearance to care about your duties.”
Olivia stepped back. “How dare you speak to a luna this way!”
I gripped my forehead in my palms. “You are not a Luna. You are an Agent Luna, and although you grew up in an Alpha family, Obsidian Pack must have different expectations of their leaders. I can speak to you the way I please, Olivia, especially if I’m saying what I mean.”
“You will rue the day you spoke to me this way, Alpha Julian,” Olivia spat, furious at my accusations. With that, she turned and swept out of the house.
I sighed as I followed behind her. She glanced back at me as she got into the backseat of her car, a hopeful tilt to her eyebrow, as though she thought I might chase after her. As though, after an argument like the one we’d just had, she’d still be willing to come in for “dessert.”
Instead, I flipped the lock on the deadbolt, ensuring that she couldn’t get in with any house keys she may have found laying around.
I returned to the living room and poured a glass of whiskey. For hours I sat there, sipping my drinks and thinking late into the night. I picked up a nice buzz from the liquor.
Then, I picked up the phone and dialed Amber.
Amber’s POV
The first thing I thought when the phone rang was that my grandmother had died.
I’d been dreaming about her a lot lately, ever since I’d gone on my rotations in the slums. It was like a piece of her was back with me, now that I had newfound purpose in my work.
Then I woke up, remembering that I was grown, a professional Healer, no longer a scrappy medical student at Wolf University. My daughter, the only other person I needed, was here in the house with me.
I picked up the phone, worried that one of my patients was having an emergency.
“Amber,” a raspy voice that made my body flush said. “I miss you.”
I couldn’t do this, not right now. I hung up the phone. 12:38 PM Tue 26 Aug
Impatiently, Olivia paced back and forth in the small office in the hospital where she had been made to wait for the Head Healer. She had no idea what he could be doing that was more important than speaking with her, but it put her in an even worse mood than she’d already been in.
And she’d already been furious.
This old man, the Head Healer, had screwed up her plot to get Healer Amanda fired. Not only did he fail, but he also was caught, and would now carry the weight of suspicion. Fortunately, his incompetence had been on full display, and everyone seemed ready to blame that than any intentional maliciousness.
As someone who knew the truth, as someone who plotted this, Olivia was one of the few who knew the Head Healer wasn’t just incompetent, he was an utter failure.
He had failed so spectacularly in getting Healer Amanda fired that now Julian had appointed her to head a study instead.
Worse, Julian spoke of Healer Amanda at every opportunity. He wouldn’t shut up about her, even when Olivia tried to change the subject.
It made Olivia’s blood boil.
Finally, the door opened and the incompetent jackass himself entered the room.
He didn’t seem to notice Olivia at first. Was he not told she was waiting? Even more incompetence.
She hated being ignored.
When the Head Healer did finally look up, he jumped seeing Olivia standing there in his office. His face was wide with shock for a moment, before he recovered and schooled his features.
“Agent Luna, what a… nice surprise. How can I help you?”
“I don’t believe that I need to point out how much you have failed me,” Olivia told him.
“No.” The Head Healer at least had the decency to seem ashamed of himself, slightly lowering his head. “I’m sorry that -“
“Save your apologies,” Olivia said, cutting him off. “If you want to make it up to me, and prove to me that you have some value, then you will help me with a new plan.
His gaze lifted back up to Olivia, curious interest dancing in his eyes.
Good. Perhaps this wasn’t such a total waste of time after all.
Olivia had guessed correctly before making her first plan that the Head Healer disliked Healer Amanda enough to help ruin her without needing much convincing. He hadn’t even asked for anything in return.
Tue 26 Aug Why would he? He had run this hospital for years as the most prolific and valued Healer of the pack. Then, suddenly, overnight, Healer Amanda came in and stole all the glory and all the clients.
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This wasn’t just about reputation. It was also about money.
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