Stuck With Four Alphas

❁❁ Dr. Juhi Mohan's POV: ❁❁ "f**k you, too!" I screamed at the motorcyclist in black leathers and helmet, who had just made sure I almost hit another car and then had the audacity to show me his middle finger as he sped past me. The car behind me honked, making me cuss at them too, before restarting my car and aggressively wiping my tears before switching lanes and heading for the nearly empty highway at midnight. All I needed was a break. But life was hell-bent on not giving me even the slightest breathing room. I was still wearing black from my dad's funeral last week. Being evicted from my home for three years and having to close my clinic had already taken a toll on me. All I needed was the support of my boyfriend, with whom I had even begun planning a future. My only hope for comfort had bashed me down as I went to his apartment after not hearing from him after my dad's funeral. I found him naked pounding the ass of my best friend on his kitchen island as she screamed his name in pleasure. By the looks of it, it clearly wasn't the first time. I had never been broken this badly before. I didn't even have the strength to confront them, so I just left. I didn't even know where I was driving to. I just needed to get out of the city. I needed to get away before I did something to them or myself. So, when I saw a wall of light emerge out of nowhere, I gave up. I knew it was a truck coming my way whose massive headlights were blinding me, but I didn't stop to think about what the truck was doing in the wrong lane. And why were the headlights green? I remember my car hitting it with full force as the airbag opened to shield me, but I still felt a piercing ache in my forehead, probably from the flying glass of the windshield. I lost consciousness right after. The first thing I felt when I regained consciousness was pain. It ached everywhere, but most of all in my forehead. I didn't dare open my eyes yet. I could feel through my closed eyelids that the room was too bright for comfort. Instead, I focused on the surrounding voices. The voices sounded muffled at first but slowly became clearer. There were men in the room. 'Looks like I can't even die in peace.' I thought to myself. I knew I was in a hospital and probably had the doctor and nurse talking beside me. "She's awake." A man with a deep magnetic voice spoke in a British accent from my right. I have never heard a doctor or nurse speak in such an alluring voice. "Then why hasn't she opened her eyes?" Asked another one, with a Chinese or maybe Japanese accent. His tone was so soothing and airy that it felt like I was hearing the wind. One could keep hearing that voice and never get tired of it. "Anyone wants to call Devgan?" A third one with a deeper voice asked from my left. I knew sound could travel through solids, I just never expected to feel that voice resonating inside me like it had hit all the perfect notes on a music sheet. "Call me for what?" If I said I had ever heard a voice more enchanting than this one, I was lying. Because the man who seemed to have just walked in sounded so angry and sexy at the same time. Especially because no one spoke for a good minute after his arrival. I jerked with surprise when I heard the first one too close to my ear, "You intend to open your eyes any time soon, sugar?" I snapped my eyes open and probably died for real this time at the sight that welcomed me. Four men stood staring at me with different expressions. The one who had spoken in my ear had a gorgeous smirk decorating his face, but I had a hard time focusing on anything but his eyes, which seemed to have either no iris, which was impossible, or there was absolutely no color in them. Maybe he was wearing white lenses. I couldn't ponder much as the tall man next to him with mesmerizing silky long white hair stepped ahead with a concerned expression on his perfect face, motioning the one right next to me to step back, "You are scaring her." So the voice that could put ASMR artists to shame, belonged to this angel-looking man. But I wouldn't say the first guy had scared me, more like surprised me. "Don’t start again." Warned the one to my right, making me look at him now. And boy, was that a view. His dark skin tone clashed miraculously with his heterochromatic eyes as he looked at me with one bright green and the other caramel eye which shone like peridot and jasper respectively when the light hit them. I might not have been able to tear my eyes away from this one if someone hadn't cleared their throat so loudly. I looked at the man who was still standing in the doorway, a frown decorating his sharp tanned features as his broad body took the whole space of the door frame. He was intimidating and that was without the addition of what I think were Polychoric eyes. I knew Polychoria existed, but I had never seen someone with each eye having a double iris before. His eyebrows knit close together as his perfectly brown skin glistened. I had never seen a man glow so naturally before. He was looking at me like I was either the bane of his existence or the answer to all his prayers. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. I managed to squeeze out the one question that I needed the answer to the most, "Um, Where am I?"