HEARTS OF DIVINE RUIN (The MoonGoddess and The AlphaKing)

As the doctor worked, he added, "But given the weather condition outside its only gonna worse - The best way to reduce the fever and combat the chill in your wife body is through warm bath or body warmth." He glanced at Alexander, his expression serious yet oddly casual about the situation.
The staff members exchanged glances, a hint of awkwardness in the air. Alexander's instincts flared at the suggestion. "What? No! She's not—"
"She's your wife, isn't she?" the doctor interjected, not backing down. "You don't need to be ashamed of this. It's a matter of survival right now."
Alexander's anger flared. "I don't care! You think this is some sort of game? I need her better, not—"
"Listen," the doctor interrupted firmly, "I've given her a drip to manage hypothermia but incase it doesn't work and her fever worsened and her temperature exceeds 103 degrees, we'll have no choice but to admit her to the hospital but before that you can try the way i suggested "
A wave of frustration washed over Alexander, but the urgency of the situation struck him like a cold slap. Time was precious, and he could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on him.
"Fine," he muttered, fighting against the frustration that threatened to boil over again. He watched as the doctor finished setting up the IV, giving Luna a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
Once the doctor finished, he turned to Alexander, providing contact information. "If she wakes up or if her condition worsens, call me immediately."
With that, the staff began to exit, leaving Alexander alone with Luna and a heavy sense of dread. He glared at the remaining staff members, his voice low but menacing. "I will deal with all of you in the morning."
As they departed, Alexander turned his full attention to Luna. Despite his lack of experience in nursing, a fierce determination surged within him. He grabbed a warm washcloth, soaking it in hot water before carefully placing it on her forehead. He rubbed her cold hands, trying to transfer some warmth to her fragile body. With every gentle stroke, his mind wrestled with guilt—he could have done more. He should have been there sooner or He should not have left there alone at the first place .
Exhaustion crept in as he settled into a chair beside her, his eyes heavy. He fought against the weariness, but eventually, he drifted into a light nap, his thoughts consumed by the chaos of the evening.
An hour later, the sharp buzz of his phone alarm jolted him awake. He sprang to his feet, heart racing. Rushing to her side, he checked her temperature, and dread washed over him. The fever had worsened. Her skin felt colder, and her palms had turned a worrying shade of purple, even with the room heater cranked to its highest setting.
The weight of the situation pressed heavily on Alexander as he clutched the doctor's contact information. His first instinct was to call, to ask him to come right away, but when he dialed the number, all he got was silence on the other end. Panic flared in his chest, and he cursed under his breath. Desperate, he tried the reception desk, but the line went dead.
Frustration gnawed at him, and he pushed open the door to the hallway, expecting to find someone—anyone—to help. Instead, he was met with a chilling gust that swept through the broken door, swirling soft snowflakes into the lobby. The emptiness echoed around him, amplifying his growing dread. 
This was a small human town, and he knew he had to keep his anger in check. Any chaos he caused could shatter the town's peace and attract the attention of those from other supernatural fractions or anyone hunting him. For months since he left his pack territory , he had carefully covered his tracks, avoiding unnecessary trouble. The last thing he could afford now was to expose himself or risk drawing his enemies to this place. Fighting and blood bath was the last thing for now on his to-do list.
Time was slipping away. Without wasting another moment, he returned to his room, heart pounding in his chest. He reached her side, checking her temperature once more. "101," he murmured to himself, disappointment crashing over him. Alex realized there was only one hospital in town, and it was quite a distance away. With the worsening weather outside, he found himself weighing his options carefully, calculating his next move with urgency.
Hesitation gripped him. Should he really do what he was considering? The thought of sharing warmth felt alien, like a betrayal to the anger he had held toward her. He paced the room, running a hand through his hair, grappling with his own conflicted emotions. Every moment of indecision felt like a lifetime as Luna lay there, vulnerable and unresponsive.
Finally, with a shaky breath, he made the choice. Alexander removed his sweatshirt, tossing it aside before peeling away Luna's cold, damp clothing. The stark contrast of her icy skin against the warmth of his body sent a shiver down his spine, igniting a rush of awareness he hadn't expected. He slipped in beside her, wrapping her fragile form in his arms, feeling the undeniable heat radiating from his skin envelop her like a protective cocoon.
As he settled into position, Luna's small body nestled against him, and he felt the steady beat of his heart echo in the silence of the room, a rhythm that anchored him amidst the chaos of his thoughts. Their bodies touched in a way that felt startlingly intimate, the softness of her skin brushing against his, stirring something deep within him. He hadn't been this close to anyone since Davina, and the realization sent a wave of confusion and longing through him.
In that moment, a flood of conflicting emotions washed over him. He had always viewed her as a source of resentment, a painful reminder of everything he had lost. Yet now, all he felt was an overwhelming urge to protect her. The anger that had once burned so fiercely within him was smothered by a deeper instinct—the fierce need to keep her safe. It was a sensation that felt almost foreign, yet achingly familiar, as if his body were betraying him by finding comfort in her closeness.
He closed his eyes, his thoughts drifting into a sea of guilt and regret. How had he allowed things to come to this? How could he let her suffer alone in the cold? The weight of his failure settled on his shoulders, heavy and suffocating, wrapping around him like a vice. Yet in the warmth of their shared heat, there was an undeniable intimacy, an electric current that pulsed between them, igniting something he had tried to bury.
"Stay with me, Luna," he whispered into the stillness, his voice barely above a breath, filled with raw desperation. The warmth of his body was all he had to offer, and he hoped it would be enough to pull her back from the brink.
Time stretched painfully, the silence thick around them. He kept a vigilant watch over her, the rhythm of her breathing guiding him as he fought against the storm of emotions churning within. Each rise and fall of her chest was a reminder of what was at stake, a fragile promise that he wouldn't let her go. And as their bodies pressed together, the intimacy of the moment wrapped around them like a soft blanket, leaving him both exhilarated and terrified by the depth of his feelings..