Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 74 – I think I know which Zane we’re looking for

"Sera, thank God you’re here. I need to ask you something, and I need you to answer me honestly. Can you perform a surgery?"

Leon’s voice carried urgency the second she stepped fully into the corridor, and the way he stood in front of her, shoulders tight and eyes restless, made it obvious this was not a casual question thrown out of curiosity.

He had already checked her credentials on her first day, had combed through her paperwork carefully while processing her as a locum doctor, and although her file listed surgical experience, there were no detailed hospital records attached to confirm it.

That detail had lingered in the back of his mind ever since, but now it mattered more than ever. Seraphine froze for a fraction of a second.

She had performed surgeries before, yes, but none of them had been on humans.

At the pack, things were different. Their wolves accelerated healing, strengthened recovery, and stabilized the body in ways human medicine could never replicate.

Procedures that would require long hours of cautious stitching and monitoring in a human hospital were almost routine back home because their wolf handled half the burden. The body responded differently, just as the risks were calculated differently.

Humans had no wolves, no supernatural recovery cushioning their mistakes, and relying entirely on science, precision, and timing.

When she filled out her forms here, she had stated truthfully that she performed surgeries. She had told herself that with time, she would bridge the gap between werewolf medicine and human medicine, that eventually she would stand confidently in both worlds without hesitation.

She just hadn’t expected that moment to arrive this soon. "Yes, but—" she started, needing to explain, to clarify the context, but Leon did not give her room to finish.

guiding her down the hallway with determined steps. "Two of my assistants have emergencies, and another case just arrived from another hospital. It’s complicated.

shoes echoing against the polished floors, and as

Leon had

words out just as they reached the doors

abruptly and turned to her.

moved past him. Inside, surgical assistants stood prepared, their eyes lifting toward her with expectation. On the

the glare, his breathing shallow and uneven. The monitors beeped with alarming

sterile air, crisp and urgent. "Perforated appendicitis. His appendix ruptured hours ago. He’s septic and bleeding internally. If we don’t operate now, he won’t make it through the night. The other case is a congenital heart defect.

assistants looked at her, waiting. Seraphine swallowed, her throat

net,

by how steady

lights blazed overhead as Leon offered her a brief nod filled with gratitude and disappeared after wishing her

carefully. For a brief second,

clawing at her mind. Blood pooled immediately, dark and urgent,

when she sealed a vessel, smoke curling faintly

appendix quickly, its inflamed tissue a grim reminder of how close the boy had come to death. Infection had already begun spreading through his abdomen

in rhythm with her hands. Clamp, irrigate,

required precision, every second mattered. She flushed the abdominal cavity thoroughly, ensuring no trace

attention, her breathing aligning with the steady

softened. The boy’s

Seraphine tied the final stitch and stepped back, her chest rising and falling more heavily now that the immediate