The Doctor's Five Alphas (Steamy BBW Werewolf Pack Menage Romance) by Willow Wilde Page B
Authors: Willow Wilde
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Atwood – Alaina – you are precisely who I need to see to it that my friend pulls through.”
“I’m flattered that you think so, sir,” I replied honestly. “But I still…” I watched his face as it settle slightly, his brow furrowing. “… Right . Sir, how soon will he be here? Is he already checked in?”
“No, I’m afraid he won’t be coming here,” the Chairman remarked. “In fact, you’ll be going there . I’ll have a plane ready for you tomorrow. Finish up your shift, get your rest, and have yourself dropped off here at the proper time. My driver will take you to the airport, and my assistant will get you the details later this afternoon when the arrangements are made.”
“Sir…I’m fully booked this week,” I objected. “What will I do about my shifts? I’m not sure I can pull enough strings to –“
He smiled and shook his head, cutting me off. “I’ll have it all taken care of. You usually work twenty-five hours extra, as I’ve noticed – I’ll see to it that your salary is bumped to overtime pay for the duration of your week. So…are you up to it?”
“…Yes sir,” I nodded, rising to shake his hand. “Thank you for your faith. I’ll do absolutely everything I can for your friend.”
“See that you do. Dane’s group has been friends of my family for generations now.”
I took my leave, crossing over his luxurious rug and lost deep in thought. As my fingers wrapped around his doorknob, I heard the Chairman stop me one last time.
“And Alaina, do get your rest. Romania’s a long flight, after all…”
~
The cold struck me immediately as I stepped out of the Sibiu International Airport the following day, after ten miserable hours of flight. My baggage rolling behind me as I followed the man left to pick me up from the airport – a dapper older gentleman named Pensley.
Leading me towards a nearby car, he waved his arms at the exquisite, European architecture surrounding us. “Well, welcome to Romania!” He chuckled, popping open the door for me. “I’m afraid we won’t be staying in the cultured, civilized parts for long…your patient is an outlier in a village far from here. Buckle yourself in for a ride!”
I let the cheerful, portly fellow close my door and take my luggage to the trunk. As he sat comfortably behind the wheel, I could hear him give a few wheezing breaths for a moment, his fingers already digging for his keys. Plucking the ring from his pocket, he sorted out the proper one after a few hmms and hahs . Jamming it into the ignition, he looked over his shoulder and through the back window as he twisted the wheel, pulling out from behind the car ahead before peeling onto the road.
“So, what brings you to Bucharest? The Chair was a bit mum , which isn’t very typical for him…”
“Here on business. He’s sent me here to tend to a friend of his,” I answered. “Do you happen to know anything about that?”
“A friend? Ill? Can’t say that I do…but he’s having me drop you off in a peculiar part of the world,” Pensley observed. “You’re heading northeast, deep into the rural parts of the country. Although, safe to fairly say almost all of Romania is rural, when you get out of the cities.”
“Right,” I nodded, taking in his words.
“Odd thing, though. The Chair doesn’t come out this way often. Whoever this friend of his is, he either has family hailing from way out here…or perhaps he’s someone who simply doesn’t like to be found…”
~
A short while later, still in the heart of Bucharest, we were driving down a three-lane highway dominated by several massive, sprawling buildings. Pensley pointed out one in particular, a major building that, from my angle, was a long construct with a smaller, higher tier and a third block on top. It also looked like more windows than actual stone. It was an off-white color, sitting in a wide, open yard of
“I’m flattered that you think so, sir,” I replied honestly. “But I still…” I watched his face as it settle slightly, his brow furrowing. “… Right . Sir, how soon will he be here? Is he already checked in?”
“No, I’m afraid he won’t be coming here,” the Chairman remarked. “In fact, you’ll be going there . I’ll have a plane ready for you tomorrow. Finish up your shift, get your rest, and have yourself dropped off here at the proper time. My driver will take you to the airport, and my assistant will get you the details later this afternoon when the arrangements are made.”
“Sir…I’m fully booked this week,” I objected. “What will I do about my shifts? I’m not sure I can pull enough strings to –“
He smiled and shook his head, cutting me off. “I’ll have it all taken care of. You usually work twenty-five hours extra, as I’ve noticed – I’ll see to it that your salary is bumped to overtime pay for the duration of your week. So…are you up to it?”
“…Yes sir,” I nodded, rising to shake his hand. “Thank you for your faith. I’ll do absolutely everything I can for your friend.”
“See that you do. Dane’s group has been friends of my family for generations now.”
I took my leave, crossing over his luxurious rug and lost deep in thought. As my fingers wrapped around his doorknob, I heard the Chairman stop me one last time.
“And Alaina, do get your rest. Romania’s a long flight, after all…”
~
The cold struck me immediately as I stepped out of the Sibiu International Airport the following day, after ten miserable hours of flight. My baggage rolling behind me as I followed the man left to pick me up from the airport – a dapper older gentleman named Pensley.
Leading me towards a nearby car, he waved his arms at the exquisite, European architecture surrounding us. “Well, welcome to Romania!” He chuckled, popping open the door for me. “I’m afraid we won’t be staying in the cultured, civilized parts for long…your patient is an outlier in a village far from here. Buckle yourself in for a ride!”
I let the cheerful, portly fellow close my door and take my luggage to the trunk. As he sat comfortably behind the wheel, I could hear him give a few wheezing breaths for a moment, his fingers already digging for his keys. Plucking the ring from his pocket, he sorted out the proper one after a few hmms and hahs . Jamming it into the ignition, he looked over his shoulder and through the back window as he twisted the wheel, pulling out from behind the car ahead before peeling onto the road.
“So, what brings you to Bucharest? The Chair was a bit mum , which isn’t very typical for him…”
“Here on business. He’s sent me here to tend to a friend of his,” I answered. “Do you happen to know anything about that?”
“A friend? Ill? Can’t say that I do…but he’s having me drop you off in a peculiar part of the world,” Pensley observed. “You’re heading northeast, deep into the rural parts of the country. Although, safe to fairly say almost all of Romania is rural, when you get out of the cities.”
“Right,” I nodded, taking in his words.
“Odd thing, though. The Chair doesn’t come out this way often. Whoever this friend of his is, he either has family hailing from way out here…or perhaps he’s someone who simply doesn’t like to be found…”
~
A short while later, still in the heart of Bucharest, we were driving down a three-lane highway dominated by several massive, sprawling buildings. Pensley pointed out one in particular, a major building that, from my angle, was a long construct with a smaller, higher tier and a third block on top. It also looked like more windows than actual stone. It was an off-white color, sitting in a wide, open yard of
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