All Chapters of CRAVING THE ALPHA SURGEON: Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

After leaving the courthouse, it felt as though my feet no longer touched the ground. That grand building left a cold echo in my mind, Ronny’s face bowed without a trace of guilt, Kayla’s swollen eyes still managing to glance at me with what looked like regret… or maybe it was just an illusion. I didn’t know. Everything felt like a nightmare that hadn’t ended.The moment I opened the apartment door, a faint smell of antiseptic greeted me. Liam wasn’t home yet. The dining table was still neat, the living-room lamp glowing dimly. I set my bag on a chair, then let my body drop onto the sofa. Silence. Only the hum of the air conditioner and the tick of the wall clock were clearly audible.I looked at my palms the faint mark of an IV needle still visible there. The wound had healed, but every time I saw it, I could hear again the sound of chains around my wrists that night. My breathing quickened, and before I knew it, my eyes had begun to fill.I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back the t

That day, the air in the hospital felt different. It wasn’t as hot as usual almost as if everyone knew that something big was about to happen. I stared at my reflection in the lift’s mirrored wall as it slowly ascended to the ninth floor. My white coat was neat, my hair tied back in a low ponytail, yet there was something different in my eyes. The once-empty gaze now looked sharper, steadier.Today was the hospital’s internal hearing, held by the Medical Ethics Board. They had summoned me not as a victim, but as a professional witness to explain the scientific and toxicological aspects of the Silvermoon Toxin, the forbidden substance Ronny had used on me.When I first received the summons a few days ago, my hands trembled slightly. But I knew this was part of closure. I needed to face it with my head held high.When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, I stepped out. The large conference room at the end of the corridor was already crowded with board members, faculty representati

The day had finally come. The day I had only been able to imagine for years. The day when all the struggles, wounds, and sacrifices finally paid off.That morning, I stood before the mirror wearing a new white coat, clean, crisp, and gleaming. This time, embroidered on the left side of my chest were the words:Sienna Cole Darkmane, M.D.My hands trembled as I brushed my fingers over the letters. Medical Doctor. Two simple words, yet every letter carried the weight of years of emotion.I still remembered the long sleepless nights in the on-call room, the sharp smell of disinfectant, the rhythmic beeping of heart monitors, and the sound of families crying in hospital corridors. I could still feel the cold air of the first operating room I ever entered, the silence when a heartbeat flatlined, and the tears that fell quietly afterward. All of it had become part of me part of the long journey that led me here.Today, I would officially take the oath to become a doctor.The grand hall of As