The Alpha Who Never Loved Me (Serena and Kieran) novel Chapter 145

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Chapter 145

Serena

Andrew sat on the examination table with his shirt pushed back and let me run through the full assessment without his usual commentary. He watched me instead of watching the instruments, which I noticed and chose not to acknowledge.

“Blood pressure is down from last month,” I said, noting the result. “Wolf activity is stabilizing. You’re moving in the right direction.”

“Good.” He swung his legs to the edge of the table. “Can I take on more physical activity?”

“Supervised only. Nothing extreme.”

He nodded. I set the chart on the desk and turned to wash my hands. “Have you found a place to stay yet?”

“No.” He said it with his eyes on the ceiling, unbothered, like the question didn’t apply to him. “I’ve actually been thinking about it. I think the most logical solution is to moge in with you.”

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I turned from the sink. “Excuse me?”

“Think about it practically.” He spread his hands. “You’re my doctor. I’m your patient. If I’m in the same house as you can monitor my progress daily and catch complications early. It’s efficient.”

Aina moved low in my chest and pressed backward. She wanted nothing to do with the direction of him.

“Keep your head straight,” I said flatly. I turned back to the chart. “Find somewhere. Quickly.”

There wasn’t a sound from him, I turned only to find the deed that Sophie had handed to me was in his hand. He had a look of shame of boredom on his face which made

me wonder if he knew what he was reading.

“There’s an apartment available in your building,” he said. He looked up. “This one. It’d be quite something, me just downstairs, you just above. Or the other way around.”

“I have no opinion on that and I don’t care,” I said. I held out my hand for the deed. “Put it down and let me work.”

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He set it down without hurry and leaned back with his elbows on his knees, watching me.

“I was talking to Trevor the other day,” he said.

I looked at him waiting for him to mention that he was leaving.

“He mentioned you’re thinking about divorcing your

husband.” He tilted his head. “Is that true?”

“Yes.”

“Well.” He sat up straighter. “In that case, I’d like to formally put myself forward.”

I set my pen down. “Andrew.”

“Serena.”

“I am your doctor,” I said. “You are my patient. That is the full extent of what this is, and it will remain the full

extent.”

He held my gaze for a moment. Then the quick, deflecting

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smile he usually wore dropped and something slower came up behind it.

“Then I’ll wait,” he said. “Until it isn’t anymore.”

He paused. “Speaking of which, I need you to come somewhere with me tonight.”

“Where?”

“I had a car imported. I’m taking it drifting tonight. Along with some of my friends.” He looked at me. “Come.”

I laughed before I could stop it. “I’m pregnant, that is not a scene for pregnant women.”

“I know.”

“I can’t drift. I can’t race. I can’t be near a track in this

condition, it’s not appropriate.” I pointed out again in

case he did not realize what I meant.

“I’ve never seen a woman carry a pregnancy the way—” He stopped and started again. “You carry yours. You look beautiful, Serena. Come. You don’t have to drive. Stand and watch me drive.”

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I looked at him. He looked back, not even blinking.

I glared at him and he smiled slowly and said, “You won’t regret it.”

The truth was that before everything with Kieran fell apart, I loved racing. Not because Kieran introduced me to it, though he did, and he was good at it, but because the feeling was mine.

He taught me the technical moves: when to brake, when to let the rear step out, when to catch it. But underneath the technique the feeling had always belonged to me.

The speed, the way everything narrowed to road, wheel and reaction and nothing else in the world could reach you while it was happening.

Racing was one of the few places I felt entirely inside my own life.

I missed it.

“If I’m not driving,” I said, “I’ll watch.”

That’s all I need.”

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He picked me up from the clinic after my last patient. The venue was outside the city, a wide stretch of track already crowded when we arrived, engines running and people pressed three deep against the barriers.

I found a corner away from the worst of the noise and stood there.

I watched the cars move through the course and my chest felt instantly heavy. I recalled about being at a track like this with Kieran in the driver’s seat, his window down, checking over his shoulder and turning to me if I was ready before he launched the car forward.

I remembered being happy this was before we got married. If I had known, I would’ve realized that my life. would plummet the second I married him. But I had been in love, he was a drug. A thrill, he was so exciting.

Now that excitement was dead, and so were my feelings.

Kieran took that life apart, one choice at a time, Sophie’s name appearing more and more in the spaces where mine used to be. I stood in the middle of it telling myself it would turn around until one day I stopped telling myself

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that and just stood in the rubble.

I reached into my bag.

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