Alpha's Vigilante Mate

Chapter 9

Narrator's POV

Doctor Martha Clarkson had been analyzing the results from her patient for days, running all kinds of tests, wondering what could have gone wrong. She checked for everything thinking she had missed something, but that was not the case. She came to the same conclusion for the tenth time.

Everything was perfect.

Out of all her patients, this one remained the most interesting. The King was a close contender.

Ryan Melanie White had been brought to her when she was pretty young. Barely ten years old and as frightful as a mouse. Her parents were quite wealthy and had sworn her to secrecy over their child. From her diagnosis to exactly who she was. She was their adopted child, but where she had come from had been sketchy, but the Whites had taken her in as their own.

Martha did not want to dig deeper. She had a family to feed and putting the fat cheques she was getting every month on the line was not of any interest to her. The Whites were kind and loving to the child. That was all that mattered.

Ryan had been an interesting case from the start. It was not always you got a child who was diagnosed with acute depression and anxiety at her age. There was a story that she had never managed to pry out of Ryan or Kelly over the years. Despite isolating both alters during their sessions, they both never spoke of their origins.

Kelly had an idea of it. Ryan knew everything but had always been uncooperative in the beginning, though a breakthrough was achieved when she shifted and found her wolf. She became more responsive and that was when Martha learned more about Ryan.

The one thing that always seemed a puzzle was who her parents were and what her real name was.

When Ryan had shifted, everyone had been sure she was an omega. That had been the case, till they came to a realization that her heats were pretty irregular. Unlike other omegas who got their heats once a month, hers were sporadic. Happening three to four times a month, at times not happening at all, which was not only rare but unusual.

These heats were at times replaced with ruts like those in Alpha wolves.

Later, this became strenuous to her body, especially since she was a child and in no way was at the age of getting a heat or rut partner.

The ruts were not as extreme as the heats and were somehow manageable.

Heat and rut inhibitors existed that would always be prescribed to patients with special circumstances and could push forward the episodes to a later date, but they always had a disastrous effect on her. On two occasions, the side effects caused her admission to the hospital and thus, the idea was then discarded. The other options were for her to either get pregnant or get mated, which were out of the question.

The last option had been suppressants. They suppressed her hormones and senses as well. They helped with those smells that could alter or trigger her heat especially an alpha in a rut would not work on her. In turn, the same happened to her. In case she was in the early stages of her heat, no one would realize it and it would buy her time to get in a safe place.

Her earlier teenage had been the hardest for Ryan. In between stabilizing her emotional state, her body needed balance as well.

When Martha had analyzed her blood for the first time, she saw the irregularities. Ryan’s blood sequence exhibited abnormalities and foreign traits which seemed to have been artificially introduced.

That was how she had been able to put two and two together. Wherever Ryan had come from, it was not a good place and her safety was important.

Ryan must have been in their possession for years, given that the traits had somehow manifested in the long run.

What she had not put together till to date was what was the end goal.

Now, Ryan was like a doll that had been sewn together haphazardly. Martha a tailor who was trying her best to re-stitch her back properly.

The news of her probable pregnancy had made Martha happy. She had almost not given her the contraceptives she needed but she had gone ahead and done so. A pregnancy would be a good solution for Ryan's imbalanced hormones but the question remained whether they worked or not.

They would get the answer once Ryan visited the clinic for a test after some weeks.

In the meantime, the doctor had toiled over analyzing what was fighting against her meds. Why had her body rejected them?

That Friday evening, Martha decided for the first time to take her work home. Due to the privacy needed in her work, she never did that, but she felt the need to break her rule for the first time. She needed more time to study the results and maybe a different environment would be better suited. Her husband and daughter did not care much for her work and would barely understand the results and sequences even if they stumbled upon them.

Martha got home way before her husband and daughter, as expected for a Friday evening. Her husband was a veterinarian. At times, he got home before or after her depending on his schedule at the hospital.

When she got home, she took some time to look at the results again, but nothing was different. Tired and frustrated, she left her tablet on her bed, deciding to bathe and take a break as she waited for the rest of her family to come home.

She did not hear as her husband came in, curiously looked through the opened tablet, as a look of realisation befell him, before joining his wife in the bathroom. The two later changed and went to the kitchen to prepare supper as they talked about their day at work. An hour later, they were joined by their daughter who was home quite early for a Friday night.

“ Anna, you are home pretty early. " Martha had noted. Her husband had also noticed the sour look on their daughter's face. Both had then shared a look of concern.

“Mom, am I ugly? ’’ their daughter had asked out of the blue.

“ No honey, ‘’ Martha had replied, bewildered by the question.

“ Where is this coming from?’’ Martha asked. Her relationship with her daughter had been a close-knit one. She would confide in her if she felt the need to.

“ It’s Delvin, " her daughter huffed in response while slumping on the couch. Martha knew this pretty well. Her daughter had liked the young prince for so long and now they were older, she had expected he would see her as she saw him, but that had not been the case.

“ I have tried everything. Today he dumped us again for some omega. This is the second time. ’’

“It could be just s.ex, honey. You know how wolves are, ‘’ Martha tried to reason with her daughter.

“ I can also give him that. Is it because I am not a wolf?’’ Anna asked, sounding troubled.

Martha had no response for her daughter, having known that it had been something that had disturbed Anna over the years. The idea that at one point Delvin would want a mate and her chances were low. Werewolves and humans mated, but given that Delvin was a prince, mating a human was pretty much out of the question, as if they ever bore children, the children would be human with very few Were traits.

“ I don’t think it's that honey,’’ she replied while eying her husband to help her.

‘’ Times are changing, " her husband added while gesturing for Martha to just take the lead in the conversation.

“ What if he had found his mate?’’ Anna asked, suddenly horrified.

‘’ They would need to be bonded for them to be mates. Unless you mean imprinting, which wears off over time.’’

Martha had always wished for her daughter to give up on the prince. At no time had the young man ever shown any form of interest in her daughter.

“ Have you ever tried confessing to him?’’ Martha asked. She hoped maybe the rejection would get Anna back to her senses. It was cruel, but that looked like the only way her daughter would snap out of her infatuation with him.

‘’ No! That would ruin our relationship. I can’t confess unless I am sure he likes me back, ‘’ she replied.

“ I will think of something. Goodnight guys, ’’ was her final response, signifying the abrupt end to the conversation before leaving her parents in the living room.

“ Young love,’’ her husband scoffed beside her and she smiled while laying her head on his chest. Her and her husband’s love story had not been dramatic. They had been introduced to each other by the King. Her husband had been the King’s late wife’s nurse before he had left the profession to become a vet.

Their ties to the royal family ran some years back. It would have been nice if the prince had liked their daughter, but that was not the case.

Tired, she left her husband in the kitchen, where he was still waiting for the vegetables to simmer, and went to the living room, missing the call that he made once he was sure she was out of hearing range.

‘’ The other one is alive,’’ were the words that drifted through his phone to the other recipient.