CRAVING THE ALPHA SURGEON

I went home exhausted, my phone kept ringing with calls from Ronny. I deliberately ignored them and tossed my phone onto the bed. My feet carried me to the bathroom, where my mind replayed the moment Liam handed me his handkerchief earlier. My hands moved to remove my clothes, and I stood under the shower. That man's body, his lips when he spoke, and the piercing look in his eyes clung stubbornly to my thoughts.Oh God, there's no way an omega like me could ever have him. On the very first day in the operating room, I had already embarrassed myself. I scrubbed my body with soap, silently wishing I could graduate from medical school soon and become a great doctor like him.I leaned against the bathroom wall.Liam Darkmane—why does that figure keep haunting my mind even though I just lost my boyfriend?That night my body was too tired, yet my thoughts wouldn't stop replaying images of Liam. I eventually fell asleep on my bed. A moment later, I found myself once again under the bright li

That night finally arrived.I stepped out of the car nervously. The gown I wore was nothing more than a simple dark blue dress, without any flashy jewelry—so different from the other women who sparkled in expensive gowns and dazzling ornaments.But my awkwardness only deepened when Liam stepped out beside me. He was dressed in a formal black suit with a silver tie, his black hair neatly combed back, his aura radiating the authority of a true Alpha of the Darkmane Pack. The moment we appeared at the entrance, every eye nearby turned toward him.Liam looked at me, then without saying much, offered me his arm."Doctor, I...""Hold on," he said shortly, his tone leaving no room for refusal.I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. Reluctantly, I slipped my hand into his arm. We walked into the hall. The lively hum of conversations suddenly hushed for a few seconds, then shifted into a chorus of whispers."Look, that's Dr. Liam Darkmane, Alpha of the Darkmane Pack. He's escorting a woman?"I c

Liam didn't waste any more time. My blatant request and my unbearable moan. With a rough movement, he tore my dress. The sound of ripping fabric filled the room, followed by his sharp hiss of breath. My burning skin was instantly exposed to the cold room air, making me shiver, but it was only for a moment. His large, hard body soon covered me, warming me in a completely different way.His lips captured mine in a kiss that was deeper, more controlling, and wilder than the first. This kiss was a claim. His large hands explored every curve of my trembling body, leaving trails of fire wherever he touched. His half-shifted claws gripped my thighs, holding me in an open position for him. The small pain he inflicted only sharpened every sensation, mixing it with the pleasure that had begun to flare."You're mine now, Cole," he growled between wild kisses on my neck. "Every inch of you.""A-Alpha!" I moaned, my arms circling his strong neck, trying to pull him closer, merging our bodies that

I walked slowly toward Liam’s office. My mind was in turmoil—why had he called me? Did he know I had run away yesterday morning? With slightly trembling hands, I knocked softly on the door.“Come in.”I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was spacious, lined with shelves of medical books, a large desk piled with thick files, and filled with the mixed scent of antiseptic and black coffee. Liam stood near the window. He turned as soon as I entered, the faint golden glint in his eyes piercing right through me.“Sit,” he said curtly.I swallowed hard and sat in the chair across from him.“Why did you run yesterday?” Liam asked.I turned my face away, trying to sound calm. “I don’t remember anything, Doctor. After the party, everything was blurry. I just woke up in the morning and left, that’s all.”Silence.I could feel his gaze cutting into me before he stepped closer—one, two steps—until I could smell his masculine scent again. He leaned against the desk, his body inclinin

It was already past midnight. The small desk lamp beside the sofa was still on, casting light over the anatomy book open in front of me. My eyes stung, but I forced myself to keep memorizing.In the next room, I could hear Liam’s faint snoring. How could a man so terrifying in the operating room snore like an ordinary human? I thought, almost smiling, but quickly bent my head back to the book, brushing away the strange thought.Still, every time I recalled his muscular body stepping out of the bathroom with only a towel, I swallowed hard. I had to keep studying—this was the only way I could avoid his gaze and his presence.After a few more pages, my eyes drifted to the large bookshelf along the living room wall. It was filled with thick volumes, most in Latin or old English. Slowly, I stood and approached it. My fingers brushed over a spine, trying to read the titles. Anatomi Licanthropica, Genealogy of Packs, Mutatio Lupus.I pulled one out, nearly choking when I saw its contents—pag