His Betrayed Mate Is A Famous Healer

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Annette.

I woke up the first time right in the prince's car, but then dozed off again. So when I woke the second time, I inhaled a sweet scent like chocolate, and I felt something stir in me, as though my skin was going to burst for something to crawl out of me.

But I was more interested in the scent that I perceived around me until it all dissipated. It struck me immediately that it could be a wolf scent, because I had heard people say how sweet a wolf or lycan scent was. If that was it, then how did I happen to inhale it when I didn't have a wolf?

This was the second time this happened, and I found it so odd.

I looked around me, and I was on a large bed in a spacious room. My gaze fell on the art drawing hung on the wall, and it was the lycan prince there. My lips circled in shock, and I slowly got down from the bed.

Why did he bring me here? He should have just taken me home, or to Aunt Penelope, whom everyone knew as my guardian.

I glanced at the bed once again and hissed. I really hated this, and I hoped it wouldn't happen again. How would his mate feel if she found out that I lay on her mate's bed? She would think that I did it on my own, not knowing that I found myself on it.

That's not pleasant at all. I hated men who looked down on their mate.

Since there were no clues of the prince around, I decided to leave the room before he returned from wherever he was. Luckily for me, the room wasn't locked, so I was able to leave smoothly with my belongings I'd found on the sofa.

I was already down the stairs when I began hearing Olivia's teary voice, yelling at the prince continuously as though she was talking to a pup. I couldn't hear her well, but the only statement I heard from the prince shattered me, and I froze in my spot.

Why would he say that?

“Did you just tell me that, Dylan?” Olivia asked calmly, her voice pitiful.

“I did, and there's nothing you can do about it. I'm getting fed up with your act and would reject you soon, so get ready,” he repeated, and everywhere went quiet.

Once I heard footsteps, I hid behind the sofa in the sitting room so the person could pass. When I peeped, it was the prince, heading upstairs. So the moment he vanished from my sight, I took off on my heels.

I didn't even care if Olivia was still outside when I came out and didn't stop a bit. I escaped the palace compound, immediately hailed the first taxi I saw, and headed back home.

I locked up my door and thought to myself for a few minutes.

What has come over that man wanting to reject his mate? He seriously wasn't doing all that because of me, huh? Does he expect me to love him back by force?

Oh no! I didn't want to leave any longer.

I had a quick bath and put Xavier through a call. As it grew tougher, I had to do everything in my power to keep that from happening.

What I hated most was how his parents didn't even care. How would they feel having their son choose a wolfless werewolf as his mate? I really don't understand what that prince thought he was.

“Hi…” Xavier said, causing me to flinch, as I was lost in my thoughts that I forgot I had dialed his contact.

I moistened my lips and said to him, “Are you gonna be free in the next few days?”

“Anything you want me to do for you?”

“Yeah!” I paused and pressed my palm on my chest. I hadn't begged anyone this way, but I had to, because I didn't need to stumble upon the prince or even Samson again. “Please, could you take care of Alpha Samson until I return healthy to work? I've been too stressed, and it held me down.”

He didn't even waste time accepting to help me. “Sure, I will. Have a nice rest, okay?”

“Thank you so much!!”

I breathed out once the line went dead and flung my cell phone to the bed.

This was my first time seeking help from a colleague, and I expected him to follow through on his promise, since Alpha Samson now has few treatments left.

Since Xavier agreed to help, I sent a letter to the administrator to request approval for my leave, and he granted it.

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On the second day of my time off from work, I was flipping my beef so it wouldn't burn when my cell phone beeped twice. I checked, and it was a mail and a text message.

I dropped the spoon I was holding and checked where the text came from; both said the same thing.

“An emergency? How can't the other healers try doing their best instead of always attacking me?” I muttered angrily and shoved my phone to the side. “Can't I get a rest because I'm a healer? Others get a month leave, yet I hadn't ever gotten such, and it doesn't even mean that I wouldn't be taken for granted.”

When I said I loved my calling, I never meant I didn't deserve some rest.

Yet at the end, I packaged my meal and left with it to the hospital.

“I hate that you respond to every emergency when the others choose when to respond. Can't you at least get a week rest?” Xavier said to me as we met in the hallway.

I put up a fake smile, even though I wanted to yell at the admin all by myself.

But who knows? I could lose my career if I did like others, because I was the only werewolf in their midst.

“I had a good rest yesterday, and will still leave after everything is okay.”

“You don't even know how severe it is, and I also envy your good work,” he said, and we giggled.

Both of us entered the emergency unit, and it was a man who was going feral because of the medicine he took. I had handled such a situation once, back in college, when a student took too much alcohol, and his lycan almost went insane, so I took the same measures as before…although it took much more time than the previous one.

In the next three hours, we were done, so I decided to wash my hands thoroughly so I could eat before it got cold. I also needed to talk to the admin about how I might pass out if he called me again, but I needed the strength to talk.

As I opened the door to one of the restrooms, not wanting to reach my office, I came face to face with Samson, who was wiping his hands and staring back at me.

He was dressed in plain trousers and a sky-blue shirt, its long sleeves folded. In fact, I had the feeling he was leaving the hospital, because he'd recovered so well and didn't look sick.

But I just hated the idea of him leaving, when the hospital wasn't a suitable place for someone to stay. I wanted to ask him if he was perfectly fine to leave now, but my lips were kinda heavy to let out a word.

A clearing of a throat from behind made my heart skip, and I turned to see Isobel standing there.

She smirked and walked past me towards Samson, then hooked her arm into his, giving me that stern look.

I shifted aside as they both walked away from my sight, with no single word, but their action wore a thick iron coat that pressed on my chest, causing my breath to seize. I hated myself for not leaving or ignoring him when I saw him, now what would this be called?

Oh, goddess, but I shouldn't be feeling like this over him. They were already a couple, and I had stayed six years all alone.

Watching how she clung to him like a parasite, walking as if she owned him all alone, shredded my heart into pieces.

I swallowed the heavy lump that formed in my throat and sighed heavily.

‘He should just leave already. I can't stand having them around.’ I said to myself, pouting, and finally entered the restroom.