The wolfless doctor

"Mary? Wait. You think I'll have anything serious to do with a wolfless omega?"

I froze just outside Derek's office door, my hand hovering over the handle. My heart stopped beating for a second. That was Derek's voice. My Derek. My mate.

"But she's your mate and you gave her flowers for Valentine in front of everyone," another voice replied. Tricia. Of course it was Tricia.

"She put me up to it," Derek laughed, and the sound cut through me like a scalpel. "She said she wanted to feel loved. She even borrowed money to buy the flowers herself. And besides, I never accepted the mate bond."

The world tilted. My vision blurred with tears. Without thinking, I shoved the door open so hard it banged against the wall.

"Liarrrrr!" I screamed, my voice breaking. Tears poured down my cheeks, hot and angry.

Derek jumped back from where he'd been leaning close to Tricia. "Mary." His eyes widened. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" I could barely breathe. "What are YOU doing? You told me you loved me. You said the flowers were because I was special."

Derek adjusted his white coat, his face hardening. "Mary, you're being delusional. How can I, Derek Morrison, have anything serious with a wolfless omega who can't even handle a simple scalpel? You're naive if you thought this was real."

Tricia giggled beside him, her perfectly manicured hand covering her mouth. "Oh sweetie, did you really think he'd choose you? A girl without a wolf at twenty two? How pathetic."

I stumbled backward, my chest tight. I couldn't breathe. I turned and ran, their laughter chasing me down the corridor. My vision blurred with tears as I pushed through the hospital hallways, not caring who saw me crying.

I found an empty corner near the staff room and collapsed against the wall, sliding down until I was sitting on the cold floor. My whole body shook with sobs. Three months. Three months of thinking I'd found love, found my place. All a lie.

"Code blue! Emergency in ward seven! We need all available staff now!"

The announcement over the intercom made me look up. Nurses and doctors rushed past me toward the emergency ward. I wiped my eyes and stood on shaky legs, following them without thinking.

The emergency room was chaos. A middle aged man lay on the gurney, his face gray, monitors beeping frantically around him. Three nurses crowded around him while Dr. Stevens, the resident on duty, barked orders.

"Where's Dr. Owen?" Dr. Stevens demanded. "This patient needs surgery now. He's been waiting for the Alpha surgeon."

"I called him," a nurse replied, her phone still pressed to her ear. "He said he'd be here in an hour. There was an accident on the highway."

"We don't have an hour to wait. The patient can't survive that long. Is there no other surgeon available?"

"I'm sorry but Dr. Owen is the best surgeon for this case. The