Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

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The beeping was what woke me up from the uneasy sleep that I had been in. I knew where I was before I even opened my eyes.

Hospital bed. And this time, I was here as a patient.

My head felt like someone had taken a hammer to it, and kept pounding without taking any breaks. I tried to open my eyes, but my vision was blurry, and the bright lights made my eyes hurt as I winced, closing it immediately.

“Easy.” A deep voice, spoke startling me a bit, as I assumed that I was alone in the room. “Don’t try to move too quickly. It will only hurt.”

I turned my head slowly and the first thing that my eyes caught sight of was my bag, that was lying on the chair beside the bed, it seemed that someone had brought it for me, In case I needed my phone or anything else. I could see that the divorce papers were still tucked inside,

Then I realized I wasn’t alone in bed.

Someone was holding me. I could feel the weight of strong arms wrapped around mine. I immediately assumed it was Matthew that came for me, despite everything that had been going on and I felt a mixture of complicated emotions flood through me.

He came. Despite everything, despite Mia, despite our fight, he came when I needed him.

But when I managed to look at the face behind me, it wasn’t my husband’s face I saw.

It was the mysterious Alpha.

Louis’s father.

“You’re awake.” He straightened immediately, those dark eyes sharp and assessing even as his hands remained gentle on my shoulders, steadying me. “How do you feel?”

“Like I got hit by a truck.” My voice came out hoarse, raw as it hurt, like I had swallowed a lot of sandpaper leaving my throat raw and itchy.

“What–how long was I out?”

“Three hours.” He reached for the water pitcher on the bedside table, poured a cup without spilling a drop and held it to my lips.

“The doctors said you suffered severe exhaustion. Something about overworking yourself till you fainted.”

I drank gratefully, the cool water soothing my parched throat. Three hours. I’d been unconscious for three hours, and this stranger had stayed with me.

“Louis?” I asked, trying to sit up properly. “Is lie-”

“Stable. Still weak, but breathing on his own. Whatever you did bought him time.” His expression was closed off, making me unable to read it, or even guess at his feelings.

“The doctors can’t explain it. They’re calling it a medical miracle. But we both know better, don’t we, Dr. Morrison?”

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“I don’t know what you mean,” I tried, but it was weak even to my own ears.

“Don’t.” His voice was soft but carried steel underneath. “I saw the golden light. I felt the power you used. And I need to know–did you know who cursed my son?”

Before I could answer his question, the door opened slowly like the person was hesitant to interrupt me if I was still asleep and a nurse poked her head in. Her eyes widened slightly at seeing the Alpha still at my bedside, but she recovered quickly. I recognized her, it was Janet, one of the nurses that had been crushing and admiring this alpha days ago at the station.

“Oh good, you’re awake, Dr. Morrison. How are you feeling?” She spoke, keeping it professional.

“Like I have the worst migraine of my life,” I admitted. “But functional.”

“That’s to be expected after severe exhaustion.” She moved to check my vitals, her movements slow and efficient as she knew what she was doing. “We tried to contact your mate. Martha left several voicemails at the number on your emergency contact form. But we haven’t heard back from him yet.”

Of course they hadn’t. Matthew was probably too busy as usual with Mia to bother checking his messages.

“Alpha Rivera insisted on staying until you woke up,” the nurse continued, giving him a warm smile, nodding at his direction as she continued speaking. “He’s been very worried about you. And refused to leave your side after making sure his son was okay and just needed to sleep.”

Alpha Rivera. So now I had a name for the mysterious stranger who’d been watching me, catching me when I kept bumping into him, and apparently keeping vigil at my bedside.

“Thank you,” I managed, meeting his eyes. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did.” Something in his tone suggested something deep but I was too exhausted to unpack and analyze at that moment. “You saved my son’s life.”

“I’m going to grab you some food from the cafeteria,” he said, standing quickly leaving the bed in one fluid motion. “You need to eat something before they discharge you. Any preferences?”

“I’m not picky about anything as long as it’s food.” I said, feeling grateful, because I could hear my stomach rumbling already.

“Good. I’ll be back in ten minutes.” He moved toward the door, then paused and looked back at me. “Don’t try to leave before I return. We still need to talk about what you saw. About who did this to Louis.”

Then he was gone, and I was alone with my pounding headache and the wreckage of my life.

I was reaching for my bag, thinking maybe I should at least secure those divorce papers before anything else went wrong, when the door burst open with enough force to make me flinch.

Matthew stood in the doorway, and he was furious.

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