Chapter 0241
“Of course,” Alexander said smoothly. “I believe there were some forms that required Ella’s signature?”
“Yes, of course,” Dr. Bowman replied. He walked over to the nurse’s desk, opened a drawer, and retrieved a stack of papers. Grabbing a clipboard and pen, he brought them over to me.
“You just need to sign these consent forms to have your files transferred,” he explained, setting them in front of me. “I’ll ensure they’re sent over by the end of business today. It’s a shame to see you go, Ella, but I know you’ll be in good hands.”
“Absolutely,” Alexander said with a reassuring smile. “The best hands. The medical team taking care of Ella is top -notch.”
Dr. Bowman nodded thoughtfully. “And I assume they’ll be working on recovering her wolf?”
I paused, my pen hovering over the clipboard, before continuing to flip through the papers, signing and initialing where indicated.
“Yes,” Alexander confirmed. “Along with a team of personal trainers.”
“And occupational therapy?” Dr. Bowman asked gently.
Thesitated, glancing up at him. “I’m not sure if I’ll continue with that,” I admitted. “After what happened with Dr. McIntyre…”
“That’s understandable,” Dr. Bowman said kindly. “As long as the experience hasn’t made you give up on your wolf.”
“No, not at all,” I said firmly, handing the clipboard back to him.
“Good,” he said, sounding relieved. “After the damage done through the misuse of our office, I would hate to hear that you’d lost hope.”
“We have more answers now,” I said, meeting his eyes. “About what happened. Hopefully, we’ll be able to undo the damage.”
“We will,” Alexander interjected confidently, his hand brushing mine. “We just need to be patient.”
We said our goodbyes and headed out to the car. Exhaustion weighed heavily on me, and I could tell Alexander felt it too, but my mind wouldn’t stop spinning with his words.
As he opened the door for me, I climbed in and waited as he slid in beside me. Without thinking, I grabbed his hand. Alexander looked at me in surprise, his brows lifting slightly.
“Did you really mean that?” I asked, my voice quieter than intended.
“Mean what?” he asked, turning fully toward me.
“That you’re confident I’ll be able to recover my wolf. I want to believe it’s true, but…”
“Yes,” Alexander said firmly, his gaze unwavering. “I’m confident, and you should be too. You have the absolute best resources available–not just my medical team. You’re strong, Ella. Stronger than you realize. If anyone can overcome this, it’s you.”
I started to release his hand, pulling back slightly, but Alexander reached out, clasping my hand again. He settled into the seat, and I found myself staring down at our intertwined fingers as the car began to move.
The moment in the gym resurfaced in my mind–the time had growled at Alexander. It had been so minor, so
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instinctual, that I hadn’t even noticed it at first. But it was a sign. A sign that all of this was working, that I could recover my wolf.
Knowing now that Dr. McIntyre, who had not only been acting as my occupational therapist but also tampering with my medication, was gone gave me hope. It seemed reasonable to believe I might truly recover from this sickness.
The thought made my head spin. It was exactly what I wanted, and excitement bubbled within me. But it also brought uncertainty.
For so long, I had given up on the idea of finding my fated nate. With my wolf’s return, though, it was possible I might sense them someday.
And now, being married to Alexander, it could complicate things if that day ever came.
Still, it felt like a distant possibility–one I couldn’t afford to dwell on. There was no way to know if or when my wolf would fully recover, so there was little sense in fixating on it.
I tightened my grip on Alexander’s hand slightly, and he squeezed back, grounding me in the present moment.
