Magic Under Darkness

Imprisoned

 CHAPTER EIGHT

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IMPRISONED

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'Celeste Leonardo.'

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Alex sat on the edge of his bed, his gaze shifting between his Alpha and the doctor beside him.

Occasionally, his eyes wandered towards his Alpha, but more often they remained fixed on the physician who diligently penned something on a prescription pad. Meanwhile, Celeste couldn't tear her gaze away from her mate, her worry palpable.

The events of last night weighed heavily on her mind; actions taken without her consent left her anxious about Alex's health and her own standing within the pack. The thought of losing her position as 'second in command', a role she had tirelessly pursued, gnawed at her with an intensity that matched her devotion to her pack and her Alpha.

With a heavy heart, she acknowledged the grim reality: the rogues she had spared were now beyond saving, their lives extinguished brutally, one by one. The memory of the last wolf, its skull meeting the unyielding force of a tree trunk, haunted her thoughts. Yet, keeping them alive was no longer an option. Furthermore, her decision to confront the Alpha's daughter had only added to the perilous situation she found herself in.

As she braced herself for the inevitable repercussions, she couldn't shake the foreboding sense that today, upon the Alpha's return from the werewolf community's gathering, her world would be irrevocably altered. Two days had passed since his departure, and with each passing moment, the tension in the air thickened, signaling the impending storm of consequences.

Their pack's Alpha held a prestigious position within the hierarchy of the werewolf society, occupying a seat at the revered table where discussions vital to their kind unfolded. This gathering of influential werewolves was not merely a forum for discourse; it was the very heart of their community, often referred to as the Werewolf Council. Here, only those deemed presentable and possessing significant influence were granted the honor of participating in shaping the fate of their kind.

The doctor's throat cleared, a precursor to the grave words he was about to impart. "Alpha Celeste," he began, his tone weighted with concern, "I've prescribed the medications with strict adherence to their timing. Please ensure they are obtained from the counter without delay." Pausing briefly, he furrowed his brow, a sign of the gravity of the situation. "Regarding the high fever," he continued, his voice laced with worry, "either an undue amount of stress has been placed upon the patient, or there exists a deeper disturbance troubling him. Whatever the root cause may be, I implore you both to address it promptly, for the level of stress could significantly impact the healing process."

For an omega, tranquility, and serenity are paramount, essential for both his werewolf essence and his human vessel to align in the pursuit of healing. It is imperative to shield the patient from any form of stress or despondency while they are undergoing treatment; otherwise, the efficacy of the medication may be compromised, thwarting our desired pace of recovery.

Celeste released a heavy sigh before redirecting her attention to the doctor, acknowledging his advice with a solemn nod. Returning the gesture, the doctor conveyed his final instructions. "Furthermore," he began, "he is discharged and able to return home immediately. However, I recommend he remain in bed until evening, by which time his ankle injury should be more manageable, and his fever likely subsided. With that said, I shall take my leave." Celeste offered another nod of understanding as the doctor exited the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.