CHASE
Dr. Harris pulled his stethoscope away from Ashley’s chest, his expression neutral as he clicked his pen against the clipboard. The hum of the air filtration unit filled the small, sterile examination room, highlighting the heavy silence between us.
Ashley sat on the edge of the padded table, her fingers twisting the fabric of her oversized sweater, her face drained of its usual vibrant color. The sudden, rapid timeline of her childbirth had left her body broken, suffering from lingering postpartum complications and a bone-deep physical fatigue that modern medicine seemed unable to touch.
"Her iron levels are still dangerously low, Alpha," Dr. Harris said, turning to face me. He adjusted his glasses, his eyes conveying professional concern. "The rapid nature of the labor put an i
