Royal beta's rejected mate

The thrill of the chase still coursed through Rossy Marker’s veins, her wolf, Ruby, having just relinquished control. She shifted quickly, the cool night air a welcome relief against her skin, and pulled on a long t-shirt and shorts. Her mind still hummed with Ruby's playful demands for more.
'Soon, Ruby. But now we have to go to infirmary,' Rossy thought, a silent promise to her spirited companion. Ruby, her best friend and wolf, blocked out Rossy's thoughts, satisfied for the moment.
After a quick, refreshing shower, Rossy dressed in her usual black high-waisted jeans and a comfortable blue shirt. Grabbing her purse and car keys, she headed for her blue Mercedes. The infirmary was a half-hour drive from her house, nestled near the quiet border of the White Moon Pack territory.
She was Rossy Marker, Head Pack Doctor. Her family had been gone since she was ten, but Ruby had always been there, a constant, glowing presence. Their bond, instantaneous and deep, was unique. Ruby's fur, a vibrant red, shimmered an unnatural dark pink under the moonlight—a secret Rossy kept close, despite Ruby’s carefree attitude.
Pulling into the infirmary parking lot, Rossy walked with purpose towards her personal cabin. A nurse intercepted her. "Miss Rossy, will you please check on the patient at room no 125? She is in serious condition."
"Okay, I'm going." Rossy replied, pulling on her white coat as she headed towards the designated room.
