The Doctor's Five Alphas (Steamy BBW Werewolf Pack Menage Romance) by Willow Wilde
Authors: Willow Wilde
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The Doctor’s Five Alphas
I knew we were in trouble the moment I saw McGregor – the Chief of Medicine – walking briskly towards us.
The head of our entire department, he was a stern but understanding father to all his employees. He’d been a part of this hospital for decades, and had a long-earned reputation for easing the brutal choices that came with lifesaving medical work. But McGregor didn’t have to rely on his prominent station to command respect naturally – unless you were rushing to cut someone open, when you saw him coming you instantly stopped whatever you were doing. In those last seconds you had to quickly figure out how much shit you were in.
The nurses and practitioners around me backed away slowly as the Chief of Medicine’s gaze narrowed down onto me. Crap , I thought to myself. Once the wounded target was established, the others quickly dissipated around the counter and disappearing down hallways, leaving me to my fate.
McGregor glanced over my shoulder quickly before looking me in the eyes. “Chairman wants to see you.”
“He does?” I thought this over for a second. The administrative director over the hospital, Harold Chairman was more accurately our dean , but his interesting surname leant to the colloquialism. It helped that he headed the Board of Directors and ran the hospital like a tightly oiled business. Still, he had never specifically summoned any of the physicians during the middle of a shift. “Did he happen to say why?”
“He didn’t even tell me ,” McGregor grumbled. “But I’d highly suggest you not keep him waiting. What’s on your plate right now?”
I motioned over the counter to the working women at their computers. “I’m waiting on lab results for Stenszky, Room 421. Should only be another few minutes.”
McGregor frowned. “And you have nothing better to do than chit-chat with your associates in the meantime?”
“You’re…you’re right, I’m sorry,” I conceded. “I’ll get right to him. He’s in his office?”
“See that you do,” McGregor told me with a sharp eye. “And yes, he was there five minutes ago. Elevator B, then E…probably the fastest way there.”
“Right, thanks,” I mumbled as I ducked around him and took the quick left turn towards the elevator bay, lost deep in my thoughts.
What could the Chairman possibly want with me?
~
The Chairman’s office was on the top floor, reserved for most of the administration and the Board’s conference room. The staff assistants barely paid me any mind as I took the memorized turns – left, right, left, slight right – and headed towards the conference room as quickly as I could.
I’d rarely been this way. There was very little reason for someone of my stature to ever be on this floor, let alone meeting with the mysterious gentleman who intimidated every rung on the ladder above me – no matter how high they went.
The door to his office resided in the back of the conference room. I had always considered it an odd architectural choice, but reasoned that it was intentional. In order to meet the Chairman on his territory, you had to cross the spacious room where the decisions that shook the entire hospital to its core were made.
The door was open, which wasn’t a good sign. Taking a deep breath, I set my shoulders back, chin up, and stepped into his office.
“Close the door behind you, wouldn’t you?”
I smiled as warmly as I could and did as I was told. The large executive door closed with a satisfying click. Hesitant to see what this was all about, I walked courageously towards the old man in his business suit while taking in his exquisite chamber.
The Chairman’s chamber was a large, elegant office with wooden paneling, lined with bookcases neatly filled with medical journals and textbooks. A large, expensive Persian rug reached across the open space. Two dark leather chairs resided in
I knew we were in trouble the moment I saw McGregor – the Chief of Medicine – walking briskly towards us.
The head of our entire department, he was a stern but understanding father to all his employees. He’d been a part of this hospital for decades, and had a long-earned reputation for easing the brutal choices that came with lifesaving medical work. But McGregor didn’t have to rely on his prominent station to command respect naturally – unless you were rushing to cut someone open, when you saw him coming you instantly stopped whatever you were doing. In those last seconds you had to quickly figure out how much shit you were in.
The nurses and practitioners around me backed away slowly as the Chief of Medicine’s gaze narrowed down onto me. Crap , I thought to myself. Once the wounded target was established, the others quickly dissipated around the counter and disappearing down hallways, leaving me to my fate.
McGregor glanced over my shoulder quickly before looking me in the eyes. “Chairman wants to see you.”
“He does?” I thought this over for a second. The administrative director over the hospital, Harold Chairman was more accurately our dean , but his interesting surname leant to the colloquialism. It helped that he headed the Board of Directors and ran the hospital like a tightly oiled business. Still, he had never specifically summoned any of the physicians during the middle of a shift. “Did he happen to say why?”
“He didn’t even tell me ,” McGregor grumbled. “But I’d highly suggest you not keep him waiting. What’s on your plate right now?”
I motioned over the counter to the working women at their computers. “I’m waiting on lab results for Stenszky, Room 421. Should only be another few minutes.”
McGregor frowned. “And you have nothing better to do than chit-chat with your associates in the meantime?”
“You’re…you’re right, I’m sorry,” I conceded. “I’ll get right to him. He’s in his office?”
“See that you do,” McGregor told me with a sharp eye. “And yes, he was there five minutes ago. Elevator B, then E…probably the fastest way there.”
“Right, thanks,” I mumbled as I ducked around him and took the quick left turn towards the elevator bay, lost deep in my thoughts.
What could the Chairman possibly want with me?
~
The Chairman’s office was on the top floor, reserved for most of the administration and the Board’s conference room. The staff assistants barely paid me any mind as I took the memorized turns – left, right, left, slight right – and headed towards the conference room as quickly as I could.
I’d rarely been this way. There was very little reason for someone of my stature to ever be on this floor, let alone meeting with the mysterious gentleman who intimidated every rung on the ladder above me – no matter how high they went.
The door to his office resided in the back of the conference room. I had always considered it an odd architectural choice, but reasoned that it was intentional. In order to meet the Chairman on his territory, you had to cross the spacious room where the decisions that shook the entire hospital to its core were made.
The door was open, which wasn’t a good sign. Taking a deep breath, I set my shoulders back, chin up, and stepped into his office.
“Close the door behind you, wouldn’t you?”
I smiled as warmly as I could and did as I was told. The large executive door closed with a satisfying click. Hesitant to see what this was all about, I walked courageously towards the old man in his business suit while taking in his exquisite chamber.
The Chairman’s chamber was a large, elegant office with wooden paneling, lined with bookcases neatly filled with medical journals and textbooks. A large, expensive Persian rug reached across the open space. Two dark leather chairs resided in
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