My Healer Mate Chose His Ex, So I Returned to My Alpha
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One month before the Pack’s annual Hunt Festival, an intern from the Healing Center sent me a photo. In the dimly lit treatment room, my fated mate, Alexander, who was also the Pack's lead healer, was pinning a female warrior against the table. His hands were gripped tightly around her waist. They were staring into each other's eyes, their bodies pressed flush together. I sent the photo straight to Alexander. Late that night, he came home smelling of therapeutic essential oils. He gave me a lazy, practiced explanation. "Evelyn, you know this is just part of my job." "Her injury is in…