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The sharp ping of a breaking news alert cut through the silence of my private office. I didn’t look up from my laptop immediately. I finished typing my notes on the patient file, adjusted my doctor’s coat, and only then reached for my phone. The headline on the screen read: MOON PACK ALPHA CELEBRATES ANNIVERSARY WITH HIS LUNA. Below the bold lettering was a high-resolution photo. Raymond stood in formal attire, his face as staggeringly handsome as I remembered. One arm was wrapped around the waist of Biana, who glowed in a pale silk gown. In his other arm, he held a young boy with black, unruly hair. They looked… happy. I stared at Raymond’s eyes again. Five years ago, those same eyes—a warm, rich espresso—had looked down at me in the dim light of a ruined pack house. I could still hear his voice, thick with emotion, echoing in my mind: “I will protect you for the rest of my life, Elena.” I loved him. So, so much. But I had also known that an Omega like me staying at his side would result in civil unrest. To protect him, I was forced to reject the bond and flee as far as I could. I started building the new, stronger version of myself, buried in human medical schools until I was no longer the frightened girl who had to rely on a pack to survive. I poured every second of my life into my training, overworking, skipping ahead, and pushing through my residency in record time until I finally held my medical license in my hands. Now, it was clear to me that unlike my own, Raymond’s love was temporary. He had moved on without me. A dull ache flared in my heart, but I refused to allow it to break what I had worked so hard to build for myself. I minimized the notification, placed the phone face-down on the desk, and took a slow breath. A loud, wild knock rattled my door. Nurse Sarah pushed it open without waiting, her breathing frantic. “Dr. Elena, emergency in Bay Three! It’s a pediatric severe allergic reaction. Airway is closing fast!” I was out of my chair in
