The Pack Doctor Is My Mate

Crappy party

Riley’s POV

Midday finally arrived, though it felt like it had taken years to get here. My body was already trembling from exhaustion and hunger, and knowing I still had the entire preparation for Waylen’s party ahead of me made my stomach sink even lower.

I hadn’t eaten a proper meal since yesterday. My morning at the clinic had been slow, leaving no leftover food for me to sneak the way I sometimes managed.

My hands were cold, my knees weak, and every step felt like I was walking on air—unsteady, faint, almost floating from lack of strength.

The party hall sat at the far end of the pack grounds, hidden behind thick stone walls and towering pines. The place had always given me the impression of being too big and too empty like a beast sleeping with one eye open, waiting for chaos to wake it up.

Today, chaos would arrive in a few hours.

“You have to be strong,” Raven whispered inside my mind, her voice warm even though my body felt frozen.

“I know,” I murmured under my breath, steadying myself against the wall before pushing forward again.

Inside the hall, rows and rows of chairs were stacked sloppily where last night’s patrol had left them.

Two hundred chairs. Possibly more. And all of them needed to be cleaned, arranged, straightened, and checked before the party began.

I took a deep breath and started.

One chair.

Then another.

Then another.

By the thirtieth chair, I had sweat dripping down my back.

By the eightieth, my knees felt like they might snap.

By the one hundred and fortieth, I could barely lift my arms.

It took me almost two hours just to finish with the chairs, and when I was done, my hands were shaking uncontrollably from hunger. My fever had also begun to spike my head was pounding and my skin felt too tight for my bones.

But resting wasn’t an option.

There were decorations to hang, tables to set, food trays to arrange, candles to place, cloths to straighten, and music equipment to organize. I worked like a machine sweeping, wiping, lifting, dragging until the hall finally began to look like the grand celebration Waylen wanted.

If anyone else had been doing this work, they would have had help. But not me. Never me.

By the time the clock struck three, I felt like collapsing right there on the floor. My vision blurred at the edges, bright spots dancing like little sparks. My body felt hollow, as if someone had scooped out everything inside me and replaced it with pain.

But I couldn’t stop.

If I stopped, Waylen would find me.

And if Waylen found me slacking even by a second.I didn’t want to imagine the consequences.

I moved toward the bar area, dragging my tired body with me, and began stacking bottles of alcohol. Strong liquor, spirits, harsh drinks that could knock out someone twice my size. Perfect for a bunch of teenagers who had no self-control.

I carried bottle after bottle, laying them neatly on the table. Only one more bottle remained in my hand when a voice boomed behind me.

“What are you doing?”

The shock made me jump, and the bottle slipped from my trembling fingers, smashing into shards all over the floor.

I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

I knew his voice too well.

Still, I turned.

Waylen.

Storm-eyed. Sharp-jawed. Every part of him radiating authority he didn’t deserve. His anger hit me like a physical force.

“Can’t you do anything right in your damn life?” he snapped.

I swallowed hard. “I—I’m sorry. It was a mistake.”

He scoffed, disgust twisting his expression. Even angry, he looked unfairly good sharp lines, messy dark hair, eyes that could either melt someone or freeze them solid. I hated that about him. Hated that his beauty made people excuse his cruelty.

I knelt quickly to clean the broken glass. But my hands were shaking too much, my breathing too uneven. I felt a sharp sting as one of the shards sliced my palm open.

Warm blood pooled instantly.

Of course.

Waylen gave a harsh laugh.

“Look at you. Pathetic. Are you even fit for anything in this damn universe?”

He didn’t wait for an answer,he turned and walked away, leaving me kneeling on the cold floor, bleeding and dizzy.

“Enough pity. Get up,” Raven urged, her voice firm but comforting.

I stared at my palm. Blood smeared across the tiles. My vision blurred again.

I forced myself to stand. The clock ticked toward evening. If I didn’t finish, if he came back and found the hall unfinished… I didn’t want to think about it.

I wrapped a cloth around my hand and kept going.

**

When the party finally started around seven, the music was already blasting so loudly it rattled my teeth as I approached the hall with a tray of snacks.

I stood outside the kitchen for ten minutes, steadying myself, fighting the nausea, the fever, the exhaustion. But the moment I stepped into the hallway, the sight that greeted me almost made me gag.

Bodies everywhere.

Hands everywhere.

Clothes barely hanging onto drunken, swaying teens.

Some were making out aggressively against the walls, others grinding on the floor, some too lost in their own drunken haze to care who watched. Smoke filled the air,weed, vapes, cigars creating a suffocating cloud of scent that made my eyes sting.

“They’re such spoiled brats,” Raven muttered.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I whispered back.

She sighed. “Goddess help us. I hope our mate isn’t one of these idiots.”

“Same,” I murmured.

I stepped deeper into the hall. The deeper I went, the more chaotic everything became. I didn’t know where to walk without tripping over someone’s legs or stepping into a puddle of spilled alcohol.

Just as I was maneuvering around a couple who was practically devouring each other in the middle of the floor, a hand grabbed a full, hard handful of my ass.

I froze.

Everything inside me went cold.

“Do you want a feel?” a husky voice taunted behind me.

If the tray hadn’t been in my hands, I would have swung it at his skull. Hard.

I turned, meeting the smug face of a boy barely older than me ,nineteen at most. His grin was wide, sleazy, disgusting.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like it,” he said, squeezing harder.

My body tensed.

One more second, and I would snap.

But before I could react, a hand clamped down on his wrist so forcefully the boy cried out.

Nolan.

He twisted the jerk’s arm until the boy crumpled to the floor, cursing and holding his wrist.

“Forcing a girl is cheap,” Nolan said, his voice icy.

He didn’t wait for thanks. He barely looked at me.

Instead, he shot me a sharp glare.

“What are you doing? Do your job.”

Then he walked away toward the back room.

Rude. But at least he wasn’t like the rest of them. Not entirely.

I followed the same direction, tray still in hand. Waylen had ordered me to bring snacks to him and his friends, so that’s where I needed to go. Even the thought of facing Waylen again made my skin crawl, but I had no choice.

The closer I got to the room, the louder the sounds became, moans, laughter, muffled voices, the thump of the bed against the wall.

No. Raven breathed. “This pack is rotten.”

I pushed the door open.

Waylen was inside.

With four girls.

One is sucking on his shaft as he ate out her pussy.The other two are making out on the bed beside.

I froze in the doorway

No sign of Nolan. Just Waylen and the girls.

I turned to leave, wanting nothing more than to retreat to the kitchen until the madness died down.

“Don’t go.”

Waylen’s voice cut through the air, low and commanding.

“Stay there until I’m done.”

I stopped, teeth clenched.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

“He’s such a control freak,” Raven hissed.

“You haven’t seen half of it,” I muttered internally.

I turned.

He didn’t hide what he was doing.

He didn’t stop.

He didn’t feel embarrassed.

He didn’t even care.

And I stood there—humiliated, exhausted, and sick—holding the damn tray of snacks while he continued with the girls, finishing only when he felt like it.

This was the future Alpha.

Moon Goddess help this pack.

When he was finally done, I moved quickly, setting the snacks down and backing away before he could find another excuse to yell at me.

The party dragged on for hours.

I served drinks.

Cleaned spills.

Dodged drunk hands.

Avoided fights.

Kept my head down.

By the time everyone finally passed out—some on the floor, some over tables, some slumped against each other—it was far past midnight.

I was too tired to even think.

My body ached everywhere.

My hand throbbed from the cut.

My head felt like it was about to explode.

But at least the night was over.

At least I survived it.Barely