บททั้งหมดของ CRAVING THE ALPHA SURGEON: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

My sob broke the moment the baby’s cry filled the room. It was not a cry from pain, but from relief. Because everything had finally ended. The baby cried loudly, the tone high and full of life.“Good voice, strong lungs,” the midwife said.I could only stare, my chest rising and falling fast, my hands trembling on the blanket. Liam stood beside me.“He is here,” I whispered barely audibly.Liam lowered his head, his lips moving without sound.That tiny body was warm, slick, and so real. His small heart beat fast beneath my skin. I looked at him for a long time, as if trying to memorize every detail of that small face.“He is so beautiful,” I said with a tearful smile.Liam sat at the side of the bed, still looking as if he could not believe it. “Yes, he is very beautiful.”His hand moved hesitantly, but he finally touched our baby’s head. The touch was so careful, as if he feared damaging something too precious.“He is warm,” he said softly.“He is perfect. You see? He really exists.”

That night, for the first time since Elena was born, the house truly felt like a home with a baby. Not the quiet, sweet kind of home you see in parenting brochures, but a real home, with soft cries rising every hour.The clock showed two fifteen when the crying returned, louder this time. I opened my eyes slowly, my body still heavy, my head aching from only just falling asleep. Beside me, Liam woke up too, instinctively lifting himself upright.“Whose turn is it?” His voice was hoarse but calm.I yawned. “Mine.”But Liam was already out of bed. He walked to the small crib in the corner, leaned down, and lifted Elena with careful hands.“Hey, easy, easy, you are not alone,” he said softly while rocking her gently.The crying did not stop immediately, it even rose a little. I sat up halfway, leaning back against the pillows.“She is hungry, maybe,” I said.Liam looked at me. “You are still exhausted. Let me handle it first.”“It is fine, I am awake anyway.”Liam handed the baby to me, b

That morning, the sky was clear. For the first time since Elena was born, the house felt calm. There were no cries, no feeding alarms. Only the soft, steady breathing of a baby, occasionally joined by Liam’s long exhale, he was finally getting real sleep. That day, he was not going to the hospital.“A day off. I don’t want to miss today.”I knew what he meant. Today, he planned to officially announce Elena’s birth to the entire Darkmane Pack. The announcement would no longer be just a private message like before. This was a tradition a public declaration from an Alpha about his firstborn.That morning, Liam wore a simple black shirt. His hair was a little messy, but his face looked fresh. In his arms, Elena, wrapped in a white blanket, slept peacefully. From the kitchen, I watched them, unable to stop the smile spreading across my face.“If someone had told me I’d be seeing this sight,” I said softly while pouring tea, “I probably wouldn’t have believed it.”Liam looked at me. “Why no

My body leaned against his chest, feeling his steady, warm heartbeat. There were no words between us for a while. Only the slow rise and fall of Liam’s breath, and the small beat of my own heart trying to match the rhythm. His embrace was firm but not constricting.“I forget the last time I felt this safe,” I whispered into Liam’s chest.His hand rubbed my back gently. “You do not need to remember. Just know that right now you are safe.”“I am still afraid, Liam.”“Afraid of what?” his voice soft.“Afraid of not being good enough, as a mother, as your partner. As someone who will return to a harsh world when Elena grows up.”Liam bowed his head, resting his chin on the top of mine. “You do not need to be perfect. You only need to be real, and as long as you keep loving, you are enough for me, for Elena.”I raised my face slowly and looked into his eyes. The morning light from the window made his irises look brighter, warm like honey.“You always know what to say, don’t you?”He smiled

My first day in the emergency department began with the familiar scent of antiseptic and the sound of hurried footsteps. There was no calm here; everything moved fast and with purpose, as if every second had its own price.Dr. Alden was already waiting for me at the triage desk. His white coat looked slightly wrinkled, but his eyes were sharp, like an eagle that never sleeps.“Welcome to the ER, Dr. Sienna. Today you’re not just learning about the human body, but also about the strength of the mind.”I swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, Doctor.”“Good. Starting today, you’ll learn to decide who must be saved first and who you have to let go. That’s the hardest part of this profession.”I followed his steps down the corridor. The faint smell of blood lingered in the air, and the sound of monitors beeped all around us. Several patients lay on stretchers some crying, others silent in pain.Alden stopped by one of the beds. “First case.”A young man sat there, a deep cut on his left arm cau