My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 302 Rachel’s Memory

Third Person POV

Rachel’s brain hurt as she struggled to open her eyes. She barely had any memory of what had happened, other than the fact that she thought she had found her mate. But she had no idea where she was and what had happened after that.

As she wiggled her fingers, she realized there was something attached to her wrist, and she winced in pain as it moved.

As she winced, she felt this stabbing motion in her stomach, and she groaned miserably.

“Rachel?” She heard her father’s voice before she saw him. “Are you awake?” He proceeded to ask.

He sounded only a little worried.

She finally managed to open her eyes, and immediately wanted to shut them again. The bright light in the room was too much for her to take. She turned her head, not wanting to deal with the lights shining on her face.

“Doctor! My daughter is awake!” Her father yelled; he sounded further away now.

Doctor?

She must have been inside a hospital. The scent of latex soon filled her nose, and she groaned again in

misery.

She kept her eyes shut, but she heard the shuffling of shoes entering the room and then she felt the presence of someone else by your bedside.

She felt hands on her face, probably to see if she was running a fever.

“She’s a little warm,” a woman said. “Rachel sweetheart, can you hear me?”

She managed to open her eyes again and look up at this woman with a pink blazer and a long white trench coat. She wore thin silver glasses, but Rachel could see her pretty emerald eyes and long lashes within the frames. She had her long blonde hair tied back into a low pony and her light pink lips were decorated with a worried frown as she stared around Rachel’s face.

“Can you hear me?” She repeated, much softer.

Rachel opened her mouth to speak, but only air came out.

“What’s wrong with her?” Her father asked in a gruff tone. He sounded angry as he looked at this female doctor.

“She just woke up from a coma,” the doctor said sharply. “Give her some time.”

“D……..” Rachel stammered, trying to formulate some words. Her attempt drew the attention of this doctor, and she lowered herself so she could hear Rachel more clearly. “Doctor…” Rachel managed to get out.

“Yes, Rachel. I am Doctor Hanna Laureen,” said gently. “Can you tell me what hurts the most?”

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breath before answering.

my… my

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rub in circular motions for only a short moment. Rachel

that better?” She

Rachel said.

a healer,” Dr. Laureen said simply. “It’s

be okay?” Her father asked without any signs of emotion in his

to keep her

not going to work; we have plans on Saturday,” her father scowled, which surprised

doctor raised her perfectly trimmed brows

have made,” she said, her tone began to harden with each

said between his teeth. “You said you are

“I’d prefer if she stayed here for a few days so I can be

growled, which was also surprising for Rachel. She was

presence.

the doctor

have to go anywhere if you don’t

glimpse of her father’s angry eyes and she shuddered, looking away quickly. Memories of Rachel’s childhood surfaced in her mind. Her father was always angry; she remembered this look in

about what

to her

do you remember what happened?”

What?” Rachel asked, snapping out of her daydream

this doctor

you know why you are in the

answered after a pause. “I don’t remember.”Which was the

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remember anything

were stabbed in the stomach,” she explained gently. “By someone named Rodrick.

fell deep into her

the hybrid professor and vampire dorm advisor. It was he who stabbed her. He was also

they really mates? Did he

in her head. It wasn’t Rodrick who did it; she made him do it. The voice that’s been inside Rachel’s mind

him stab

was to make him look guilty, but now Rachel felt

fault, all those deaths. They were her

her hybrid mate, was going to get in trouble

her mind and these memories that she hadn’t even noticed how heavily she was breathing and how rapidly the heart

softly, placing a hand on her shoulder to steady her. “Just take a deep

father hissed at the doctor’s. “She doesn’t need to

blood boil; what was his problem? Didn’t he want her to be well? Didn’t he want her to remember this stuff? Or did he just want her to forget just like he wanted her to forget the entire childhood

coming back into her life if he was just going to be an a sshole