The Healer’s Fatal Warning Chapter 10
For that, my colleagues in the trauma wing were eternally grateful.
It was noon by the time I dragged my exhausted body back to my penthouse apartment.
The moment I pushed the door open, the warm, rich scent of food filled the air.
At the same time, the scent of my Mate-possessive, powerful, but deeply comforting-wrapped around me.
My Mate, the all-powerful, highest-ranking Alpha, Dominic, was sitting anxiously at the dining table.
The second he saw me, he shot to his feet.
His eyes first landed on the bandage on my head.
Then they froze on the thick herbal wrap around my right leg.
A storm of rage brewed in his deep eyes. The dangerous aura of a supreme Alpha pulsed through the room. In a flash, he was in front of me, pulling me into a tight embrace.
“Cora! What happened? What did they do to you?
“I called you a dozen times, and you didn’t answer. I was going crazy. I was about to tear the whole Sanctuary apart to find you!”
Breathing in my Mate’s strong, hormonal scent, all the pain and fear I’d been holding back finally broke.
My nose stung.
I couldn’t control it anymore. I threw my arms around Dominic, buried my face in his solid chest, and sobbed.
Between choked breaths, I told him everything that had happened.
By the time I finished, Dominic was shaking with rage.
His primal, protective instincts were on fire. He turned to leave, his jaw clenched, ready to storm the wolf dungeons and deal with Stella himself.
“How dare they? How can anyone be so vicious? My Cora works herself to the bone saving lives, she’s never harmed anyone, and they tried to frame her as a murderer!”
I quickly grabbed his arm, using our unique Mate bond to soothe his fury.
“My love, don’t go. Stella’s already been arrested. She’s not going anywhere.”
Dominic’s anger slowly subsided.
He held me, murmuring soft words of comfort.
Just then, my phone buzzed with a notification from the Council.
The Sanctuary had granted me the highest level of compassionate leave and allocated a large supply of rare healing herbs. They told me to rest until I was fully recovered before returning to work.
Reading the message, the tension I’d been holding for so long finally released.
I let out a long, deep breath.
Three months later, the trial began.
Dominic pushed my wheelchair, personally accompanying me to the Council Hall.
The public trial was completely transparent and fair.
Every piece of evidence was presented, completely reconstructing the truth of the medical accident and the deliberate frame-up.
In just a few days, Stella looked like she had aged ten years.
Faced with the mountain of evidence, she had nothing to say.
The High Council delivered the verdict on the spot.
Stella was found guilty of gross medical malpractice resulting in death, malicious prosecution, and forgery of official medical documents.
With multiple offenses, her crimes were deemed extremely severe and a stain on the honor of all wolf healers.
She was sentenced to death.
The moment the final verdict was read, Stella, who had been staring blankly the whole time, slowly lifted her
head.
Our eyes met across the crowd of wolves.
The eyes that were once filled with jealousy and calculation were now just empty, filled with endless regret.
She stared at me for a long time. Her lips trembled.
It looked like she wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.
Finally, she was led away by the executioners to await her sentence.
I sat in the gallery and let out a silent sigh.
She once had a bright future, but she had destroyed it with her own hands.
Three months later, I returned to the Sanctuary as planned. The silver poison was completely gone from my system, and thanks to my pureblood constitution, my right leg had healed perfectly.
The Sanctuary was a different place.
The Wolf Council had completely purged the corruption.
A new, upright, and strict Elder had been brought in from the outside.
The new Elder cracked down on misconduct and strictly enforced all medical protocols and treatment guidelines.
He gave every healer a clean, uncorrupted environment to practice medicine.
I put my white coat back on and returned to the familiar trauma wing.
My purpose was unchanged, my compassion still there.
But after weathering the storm, my eyes held a new, unyielding strength.
