All Chapters of CRAVING THE ALPHA SURGEON: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I returned to the hospital after lunch and went straight to the operating preparation room. The nurses were already arranging the sterile instruments, and in the middle of the room stood Dr. Helena Blackwood. Even with half her face covered by a mask, her eyes shone with confidence.“Cole,” she said smoothly, “you’ll be with me today. Prepare yourself. It’s an appendectomy with mild complications. Not as complex as Liam’s cases, but enough to train your precision.”I nodded quickly. “Yes, Doctor.”We stepped into the operating theater. The patient was already under anesthesia, monitors beeping steadily, the anesthesiology team in position. I stood awkwardly at one side of the table while Dr. Helena took her place, slipping on her sterile gloves with practiced ease.“Retractor,” she ordered.The nurse passed it to her, and the surgery began. The atmosphere was calm, broken only by the rhythm of the monitors and Helena’s occasional instructions.“Look closely at this incision. Surgery i

“Liam…” I moaned, but it wasn’t a protest. It was a plea. The voice that came from my mouth was hoarse, foreign to my own ears.He didn’t answer with words. His reply came in the form of a kiss branded onto my skin. His lips, which had been so hard and claiming on my mouth, now transformed into an instrument of torturous patience. He traced every inch of my face, tasted the salt of my remaining tears, swept over my eyebrows, eyelids, temples.“You are mine,” he murmured, and it wasn’t a question. It was a fact being carved into my skin with every movement of his lips. “Every part of you. I will make you remember it.”He moved lower. His lips caressed the line of my jaw, then my throat.I cried out. The sensation was wild, too much. His tongue was hot and wet, circling, sucking, while the rough pads of his fingers never stopped stroking. I grabbed his hair, sinking my fingers into his thick, dark curls, not knowing whether I wanted to push him away or hold him there forever. He growled

That night I sat on the sofa in the apartment, emotions still tangled inside me. Alpha Gregor’s words kept echoing in my head, discarded wolf, disgraceful daughter-in-law. I lowered my head, clutching my knees tightly.The door creaked open. Liam walked in, his jacket already off, the collar of his white shirt open at the chest. He moved calmly toward the table, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it without a word.I swallowed, gathering the courage to ask softly, “You’re not angry with me? Because I spoke in front of Alpha Gregor.”He turned to me. “Angry? No.”I lifted my face, startled.Liam walked closer, standing tall in front of me. “I’m not angry. In fact, you had the courage to speak in front of him. That’s more than I expected.”“So you’re proud of me?”“Don’t get it wrong, Cole. I don’t take pride easily. But tonight, you didn’t look like a discarded omega. You looked like a Luna who knows how to stand at her Alpha’s side.”My face burned at his words. I wanted to sm

The ride back to the apartment felt different that night. Liam’s car glided smoothly along the city streets. One of the Darkmane Betas was behind the wheel in the front seat, while my mother and I sat in the back with Liam. I couldn’t stop glancing at her, still struggling to believe she was truly here beside me.When we arrived at the apartment, Liam opened the door for me, then gestured toward my mother.“Come in.”I held my mother’s hand and guided her into the spacious living room. The three of us sat down. I stayed close to my mother, while Liam took the seat across from us, his posture straight, his face unreadable.“Speak calmly. I’ll give you time to talk.”He stood and walked toward the kitchen, though I knew he could still hear every word from any distance.I turned to my mother. “Mom, there’s so much you need to tell me.”“You’ve lived too long in a fog of lies. Tonight, it’s time you learned who your father truly was.”“All my life, I’ve only known him as an outcast wolf.

The outpatient clinic remained bustling with patients. I quietly observed his every move—how Liam read lab results, how he examined wounds, how his hands were always deft and sure.Then, a nurse knocked and entered with a young woman carrying a small child. The boy was about seven years old, his face pale, his arm wrapped in a makeshift bandage with a bloodstain at the end."Doctor, please help my son. He fell while playing and got cut by broken glass."I reflexively stood from my chair and moved closer. Liam closed the previous patient's file and gestured. "Lay him on the examination table."The woman complied, carefully laying her son down. The boy winced, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. Usually, Liam was cold, his instructions firm and sparing. But this time, I saw something different. He crouched down, looking directly at the boy, his voice much softer."What's your name?" he asked.The boy sniffled. "Yohanes.""Yohanes, is it?" Liam offered a faint smile, one I rarely e