《CRAVING THE ALPHA SURGEON》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

My body ran across the city roofs like a white shadow streaking by, hunted by two figures: the man who loved me, and the man who wanted to possess me.I leapt from building to building, every muscle of my lupine body moving with full force, fused with the pull of the full moon echoing from the sky. My claws scraped concrete, my breath came out cold, and the world felt sharper. The nocturnal birds, the roar of cars on the streets below, and the sound of Liam’s footsteps in the distance all came through clearly in my ears.But I was not entirely myself. A voice in my head whispered: run, run, run.“SIENNA!” Liam’s voice sounded from below. I paused for a moment at the edge of a tall building and turned. He stood on the hospital’s top floor, his body trembling with fever, yet his eyes never left me.And below him, on the street, Gregor stood. The dark-cloaked figure stared at me with embers for eyes. His grin was wide and unchanged.“Run, white wolf, but you know where you’ll end up,” he

“LIAM!” I rushed into the isolation room the moment Ethan called me.Liam’s body stirred faintly on the bed. His eyes fluttered open, still weak. When he saw me, he exhaled, not in relief but as if straining against emotion.“Are you out of your mind?” he asked.I held my breath. “Liam?”“You went into that forest again without permission, without enough guards. I just woke up and they told me you vanished, leading a mission alone! Do you want to die?”I lowered my head, my hands clutching the hem of the Luna’s mantle I still wore. “I didn’t mean to defy you. But I had to know if it was really my father.”“You risked everything for a man who doesn’t even know you. You are the Luna of this pack. Do you think your place can be replaced if something happens to you?”“No one can replace you either! You chased me into the forest and nearly died for it. Do you think it didn’t shatter me to see you collapse in my arms?” I shot back.“But at least I was protecting you! That is my duty as Alph

The thunder of drums shifted into the blare of a long horn. The Alphas descended into the stone-ringed arena, its walls lined with ancient terraces. Bonfires roared at the four corners, each flame marking one of the sacred directions. A Moon Keeper, a gray-robed elder, lifted his staff of bone.“Friendly combat. Not for vengeance, but for respect. The blood spilled here is bound by oath.”Liam stood among the honored line, arms folded, his gaze flicking toward me. I gave him a small nod. He kept his promise holding back.The first match began: the Alpha of Blackclaw versus the Alpha of Ironhowl. Cheers erupted as two tall men shed their cloaks, shifting in an instant. Bones cracked, muscles swelled, fur burst forth black and gray. They circled, snapped, lunged testing reflexes, measuring dominance. Minutes later, Ironhowl lowered his muzzle in defeat.My chest tightened. No matter how many times I witnessed it, the transformation always unsettled me not from fear, but from the knowled

The dust slowly settled; the tensioned cheers from a moment ago had turned into a roar of victory. In the center of the arena, Liam still stood upright though his chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing ragged, his silver fur smeared with blood and dirt.Gregor lay on the ground, his black wolf form covered in scratch marks and bite wounds. He tried to get up once, staggered, then fell back onto his back, breathing heavily.The crowd began to chant Liam’s name, “Darkmane! Darkmane!”Liam stepped slowly toward Gregor. He had reverted to his human form, though his body was streaked with blood and bruises. With the last of his strength he reached out a hand—a gesture of honor, not of insult.“Get up, Gregor. The fight is over,” Liam said.Gregor turned his head; his red eyes glinted with anger and shame. Roughly, he brushed Liam’s hand away.“Don’t think this is the end,” he snarled. Then he forced himself to his feet, staggered, and walked out of the arena with his head bowed.The au

Four months had flown by so quickly in the surgery rotation. It felt as though it was only yesterday that I stood nervously beside the operating table, listening to Liam’s firm yet calm voice directing the course of the procedure. And now, today, I found myself standing in front of the operating room with mixed emotions. This was my last day in the surgery rotation. Tomorrow, I would begin my clerkship in internal medicine.I gazed at the signboard that read “Department of Surgery” hanging on the wall. There was a sense of pride, knowing I had survived four months of pressure, but also an ache of sadness, because I knew the joyful days of working so closely with Liam in the operating room would never feel the same again.I stepped inside. The familiar scent of antiseptic mingled with the cold air of the AC welcomed me, just like always. Nurses I had come to know smiled and congratulated me for completing the rotation successfully. I returned their smiles faintly, though my heart felt