Chapter 6: Kyle’s POV
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She was perfect.
Absolutely, unbelievably perfect.
The damn woman had me wrapped around her little finger, and she didn’t even know my name until five minutes ago.
I had met plenty of she-wolves.
Beautiful ones.
Educated ones.
Elegant daughters of prestigious Alpha families who had been introduced to me since I was old enough to understand what becoming an Alpha someday would actually mean.
Every single one of them had been a “perfect match.”
None of them had ever made my wolf so much as lift his head.
Then Mirella Carrasquillo walked into my emergency room.
Bruised.
Exhausted.
Covered in the weight of responsibilities no one her age should have been carrying alone.
And somehow…
She became the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
My family was going to hate this.
No.
That wasn’t true.
They were going to demand I reject her.
A human.
A divorced older woman.
A single mother.
A woman raising an eight-year-old little boy with Level 3 autism.
A woman who had divorced a military man.
A woman who, according to pack standards, came with more problems than blessings.
Everyone around me would see red flags.
I only saw reasons to admire her more.
She fought for her son when everyone else expected her to stay quiet.
She questioned authority when authority stopped making sense.
She refused to sign papers she didn’t believe.
She stood up for a little boy who couldn’t speak for himself.
How in the world was I supposed to reject a woman like that?
She wasn’t a problem.
She was extraordinary.
The more I learned about her…
The more impossible walking away became.
As I passed the nurses’ station, I heard several members of my own pack whispering.
“I heard she’s been arrested before.”
“Apparently she’s always causing problems.”
“Poor kid…”
“I don’t understand why she’s making everything so difficult.”
Every word made my blood boil.
They didn’t know her.
They knew paperwork.
Rumors.
Half-truths.
I knew the woman who apologized for laughing because it hurt her ribs.
The mother who ignored her own pain to make sure Ethan was okay first.
The woman who thanked me for a blanket in the middle of summer instead of making me feel stupid for bringing it.
They had no right to judge her.
For one terrifying second…
I actually wanted to throw every single one of them out of my hospital until they learned to apologize.
Instead, I kept walking.
Barely.
Dating high-ranking she-wolves with perfect pedigrees suddenly felt unbelievably boring.
None of them could compare to the woman fate had chosen for me.
None of them had Mirella’s strength.
None of them had her stubbornness.
None of them had looked at me the way she had when I listened instead of assuming.
My wolf stretched lazily inside me.
Satisfied.
As if he already knew something I was still trying to process.
I couldn’t stop smiling.
Not even if I wanted to.
Finally…
My life wasn’t being planned by pack expectations.
It wasn’t being decided by political alliances.
It wasn’t another dinner where my parents introduced me to someone’s perfect daughter.
For the first time…
My future belonged to me.
And her.
I almost laughed.
Everyone in my pack thought I was the gentle one.
The easygoing Alpha.
The sweet kid who smiled too much.
If they kept talking about Mirella the way they had today…
They were about to discover something none of them had ever seen.
The Alpha underneath the smile.
Because I might be gentle.
I might be patient.
I might even be the nicest Alpha they’d ever met.
But if anyone believed that meant I’d let them disrespect my Luna…
They were about to have the biggest disappointment of their lives.
Cute?
Sure.
Gentle?
Most days.
Protective?
Always.
And for Mirella Carrasquillo…
I was more than willing to become every nightmare my enemies feared.
Hearing Mirella explain herself to the officers, I immediately realized something.
They weren’t there to help her.
They were there to build a case.
Every answer they asked for had nothing to do with the accident anymore.
Their focus had shifted.
One of the officers reached into a folder before pulling out several documents.
My wolf immediately became alert.
“While we’re sorry this accident happened,” the officer said in a professional tone, “there’s another matter we’ll need to discuss once you’re discharged.”
He looked down at the paperwork.
“It appears the behavioral facility your son attends reported an incident involving another child over a toy. The other family is pressing charges against you for refusing to accept responsibility.”
My jaw tightened.
So this was the day she’d been talking about.
She’d told me everything had gone wrong before she ever walked into my hospital.
Now I was watching it happen in real time.
Mirella didn’t panic.
She didn’t cry.
She didn’t even look surprised.
She simply looked…
Tired.
Completely and utterly tired.
Then she lifted her head and looked directly at the officers.
“This conversation is about the car accident,” she replied firmly. “I will not be discussing any unrelated matters at this time, and I’ll be exercising my right to remain silent.”
Pride swelled inside my chest.
Even now…
She refused to let anyone push her around.
Unfortunately…
The officers didn’t appreciate being told no.
“That’s your choice,” one of them answered, his tone noticeably colder. “We’ll continue this discussion the moment you’re discharged.”
Wrong answer.
The second those words left his mouth, I reached out through the pack link.
‘Attorney Green.’
The response came almost instantly.
‘Yes, Alpha?’
‘I need you at the hospital immediately. You’re going to represent one of my patients. I’ll explain everything when you get here.’
There wasn’t a second of hesitation.
‘Yes, Alpha. I’m leaving now.’
I let the link close before walking toward Mirella’s bed.
She looked exhausted.
More than exhausted.
Like life itself had decided she hadn’t suffered enough for one day.
Keeping my voice calm enough that only she could hear me, I spoke quietly.
“An attorney is on the way.”
Confusion crossed her face.
“I’ll explain everything soon,” I continued. “For now, don’t answer any more questions unless you want to.”
She stared at me for a moment before giving the smallest nod.
Only then did I turn toward the officers.
“If you would, gentlemen…”
I gestured toward the hallway.
“We can continue this conversation outside.”
One of them frowned.
“This concerns the patient.”
“It does.”
I smiled politely.
“And my patient has a fractured rib that requires treatment, pain management, and rest.”
The smile never left my face.
“So unless this discussion is medically urgent…”
I held the door open for them.
“…I’d appreciate your cooperation.”
Neither officer looked pleased.
Frankly…
I couldn’t have cared less.
This wasn’t their station.
Their courtroom.
Or their interrogation room.
This…
Was my hospital.
And while they were inside these walls…
My patient came first.
And my current patient…
Was my fated mate.
The realization alone was enough to keep my wolf pacing beneath my skin.
Those two officers had made one mistake.
They had forgotten where they were.
They weren’t standing in a police station.
They weren’t questioning some frightened woman in an interrogation room.
They were standing inside my hospital, threatening the woman the Moon Goddess herself had placed in my path.
By the time I was finished…
They wouldn’t just regret today.
They’d regret ever deciding to abuse the authority behind their badges.
If their conduct today crossed every policy they’d sworn to uphold, I’d make sure every appropriate complaint reached the right desks. Their reputations would crumble under the weight of their own actions.
The second the officers stepped outside Mirella’s room, I opened a pack link.
‘Miss Pots.’
Her response came almost immediately.
‘Yes, Alpha?’
A smile almost escaped me.
Even through a mind link, her voice always carried the warmth of a grandmother.
‘I need your help.’
‘I need these two officers escorted out of my emergency department. If they refuse to leave or interfere with my patient’s treatment again, notify our pack’s law enforcement immediately.’
She didn’t hesitate.
‘Yes, Alpha. I’ll take care of it.’
Before ending the link, I stopped myself.
Miss Pots had delivered half the pups in our pack.
She’d stitched together more warriors than I could count.
She’d probably changed my diapers before I learned to walk.
Respect wasn’t optional.
‘Thank you, Miss Pots.’
‘I appreciate your help.’
The response wasn’t words.
It was a soft, amused purr that echoed through the link before it closed.
I couldn’t help smiling.
There were some pack members whose loyalty wasn’t earned through fear.
It was earned through love.
A few seconds later, I spotted her walking down the hallway.
Her white hair was neatly pinned into a bun.
Her nursing shoes squeaked softly against the polished hospital floor.
She couldn’t have stood taller than five feet.
Tiny.
Sweet-looking.
The kind of elderly nurse patients immediately trusted.
The kind people made the mistake of underestimating.
She stopped in front of the officers.
They looked down at her.
She looked up at them.
Then she smiled the sweetest smile I’d ever seen.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen.”
Even I almost felt sorry for them.
Almost.
With the politeness only Miss Pots could weaponize, she informed them that their presence was no longer appropriate in the emergency department and that they would need to continue any further discussions through the proper legal channels once the patient had been discharged and medically cleared.
Every word was respectful.
Every sentence sounded pleasant.
And somehow…
She’d just politely told them to go f**k themselves.
Watching the officers reluctantly follow her out of the department, I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
Never underestimate an elderly nurse.
Especially one that belonged to my pack.
- Writer
