Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 106 Doctors and Damsels

Bastien’s POV

Dr Kane looks as if he’s been expecting us.

After a thoroughly frustrating visit to the security offices, where we discovered nothing more than twelve hours of blacked out camera footage the night the paternity test was run, my betas and I navigated up to the chief physician’s office on the tenth floor.

We now stand in the doorway of his corner suite, carefully watching the doctor’s reaction to our sudden appearance and finding nothing but a blank slate.

He’s seated behind his desk, his shiny loafers propped up on the sleek wooden surface and a takeout container splayed in his lap. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the man, and though he’s only a few years older than myself, I can’t help but think he’s aged. His dark hair boasts a few streaks of gray, and the lines around his eyes and mouth are more pronounced than I remember.

“Alpha, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Dr Kane greets me, barely looking up from his lunch.

As far as Alpha’s go, I’ve also considered myself on the more relaxed end of the spectrum. I don’t expect my people to stand on constant ceremony, but it does strike me that most shifters still show a degree of deference out of respect. Dr Kane clearly does not. I can’t decide whether or not it bothers me.

“Dr Kane.” I reply curtly, “I have a few questions for you.”

The doctor gestures to the chair opposite him, “Please have a seat.” He encourages me with a warm smile, “It’s been a while, I owe you much congratulations.”

“Oh?” I prompt, sitting stiffly across from the familiar man.

“It’s not every day a man becomes a father, or finds his long lost mate.” Kane elaborates, as if this should have been obvious to me.

“No it isn’t.” I agree, feeling a sudden spike of anger. “especially when you told me with total confidence that my mate was dead.”

Dr. Kane purses his lips, lowering his feet from his desk and setting his lunch aside. “You have my sincerest apologies Alpha, I’ve already launched an investigation into the matter.”

“What investigation?” | demand, “aren’t you the one who examined the body?”

and as a courtesy given our understanding relationship. I reviewed every last detail of the case, but the medical examiner conducted the

my veins, this was absolutely not made clear at the time. “Where is the medical

“but I have always had the utmost respect

don’t think it was

eyes widen. “You mean, you think he changed the results

words out through clenched teeth, “Just as someone wanted

concern lacing his movements, “What are

our discoveries from the pathology lab as quickly as I’m able, I pin the doctor with my fiercest gaze, ‘The way! see it, one of three things is happening here. Either you have some very incompetant staff here or more likely, we’re dealing with some form of corruption. Whether it’s coming from within the system, or someone has been paying your people off to falsify

take oaths in this hospital, Alpha – sacred oaths to do no harm. To suggest that anyone here would intentionally damage this

of that.” I rumble, “though it’s curious that you should

extension of the pack, are you not?” Dr Kane

that as it may, someone has been working against me.” I assert coolly, “and they’ve used this hospital’s resources to further those aims. Oaths can be broken, and it is your duty to discover who might

nods in acknowledgement. “There’s

“Go ahead.” I allow.

concern for your mate’s misidentified body, you’ve overlooked a rather key

“I presume you’re referring to the question that,

nods, looking almost impressed that I caught the

to my full height. “No one else was reported missing before or after the fire.” Moving towards the door, I gesture for my betas to follow, stopping

Kane asks,

searching for any signs of emotion in his blank expression,

Selene’s POV

know about this.” Odette frets, wringing

swimmer, right?” I ask, stripping out of my clothes to reveal the simple black swimsuit I donned for my “hairbrained scheme” as my mother-in-law so fondly

to be

my survival instincts, without endangering some poor guard’s life assuming I could even convince one to attack me?” I press. Neither of us is worried my powers might be strong enough to harm an experienced fighter, the problem is Bastien. Fake or not, there’s a good chance he’d