The Alpha’s Exiled Mate Chapter 24

The Alpha’s Exiled Mate Chapter 24

After nearly an hour of difficult travel, I finally saw an unassuming sign: a moon mark on a

door, indicating it was open to all wolves regardless of bloodline or status. This was my best

option.

I leaned against the wall to rest a moment, staying vigilant, observing whether anyone was

following me. After confirming it was safe, I slowly moved toward the clinic entrance.

Inside, I was greeted by a mixture of disinfectant and herbal scents. The waiting area was a

small, modest space with a few worn chairs along the walls. An older female wolf sat behind

the reception desk, her sharp eyes immediately noticing me.

“You need help,” she said, not a question but a statement.

I nodded, a wave of dizziness forcing me to grip the wall for support. “I think my internal

organs are injured.”

She quickly stood and helped me into a small examination room. “I’m Dr. Mara,” she said,

assisting me onto the examination table. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I was attacked,” I said simply, not offering more details.

Dr. Mara nodded understandingly, not pressing further. She expertly examined my body, her

professional touch when palpating my abdomen revealing her experience.

“Stomach bleeding, mild splenic rupture,” she finally announced. “Needs treatment, or it could

worsen.”

“How much will it cost?” I asked directly, prepared to hear a figure that might exceed my

budget.

Dr. Mara studied me for a moment. “Usually, this kind of treatment would cost several

thousand. But I see your situation is… special.” She paused, “I can offer an alternative, using

traditional herbs and limited modern techniques. No medical records. Cost can be halved.”

I looked at her gratefully. “Thank you.”

She began preparing the treatment, mixing various herbs and liquids. “You’re an exile, aren’t

you?” she suddenly asked.

I stiffened slightly but didn’t deny it. “Yes.”

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“I don’t judge,” she said calmly, “I just treat those who need help. But I should warn you, Moon Bay has become increasingly unfriendly to returning exiles lately.”

“I’ve noticed,” I said bitterly.

“Have you heard? The Moon Howl bar has been shut down,” she continued, while beginning to clean my wounds. “Alpha Judge’s orders, allegedly for illegal trading.”

This news hit me like a punch to the gut. “What? When?”

“Last night. Guards raided the place.”

I felt a wave of intense guilt. This was likely related to me, to Thorne seeing me perform there. I thought of Terra, who was probably jobless now because of me.

“What about the employees?” I asked, my voice tight.

“Released, as far as I know. But many of them are without work now.”

I closed my eyes, feeling fatigue and guilt. Another group of people suffering because of their

association with me.

The treatment continued for several hours, Dr. Mara’s techniques both ancient and effective. She used traditional herbs combined with limited modern medical equipment to repair my

internal damage. The process wasn’t comfortable, but it was a more discreet and affordable option than a full hospital surgery.

When the treatment ended, the sun had begun to set. I pulled out a stack of bills from my

pocket, about a thousand dollars, to pay for the treatment and medicines. The expense

significantly reduced my funds, but compared to health, it was a necessary expenditure.

Dr. Mara gave me some herbal mixtures and simple instructions. “Rest, avoid strenuous

activity, take these regularly. If the pain intensifies or fever develops, come back immediately.”

I nodded in understanding, carefully standing up. The pain was still present but reduced to a

manageable level.

“Thank you,” I said sincerely.

Dr. Mara’s expression turned serious. “Be careful, young one. This city is becoming increasingly dangerous for people like you. Consider finding a safer place, if possible.”