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The Surgeon's Debt: Bound To The Beast

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 1006 | Released on: 12/01/2026

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omeone had driven a railroad spike into his left temple and was slowly twisting it. The pain

se of the noise. Scuffling. S

n at the mess

on his Persian runner. Her hair was a tangled

yons, the pig from the Bi

the baton, trying to hide it behind his leg. "I... apolog

s voice was like sandpaper on raw nerves. H

foot to step over her, to retreat into his suit

brushed aga

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perfume. Not sweat. Something

tly scent of

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it his olfactory nerve and went

was muffled, pushed down beneath a heavy, suffocating blanket of cold silence. It wasn't a cure; it wa

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's hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. He l

The anchor.

rning hot against his hand. She shifted, her cheek pressin

gh Clinton that was better th

ard. "She killed a Fed. She's high on

on st

fluid, graceful

ked at the foreman, really looked at him, with

a velvet rumble that carried more threat than a sc

his forehead. "Sir, it was an eme

Then he looked back at Huston. "She looks lik

d, his courage bolstered by desperation

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man could even twitch. With a flick of his wrist, he re

er, wheezing, dro

ton down the hallway.

breast pocket and wiped his hand, as if

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back to

She was limp, dead weight, but burning up wi

nd felt sharper than it had in years.

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heavy double doors shut behind him with his

raight to the master bedroom. He dropped her ont

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een dosed

ide table to call Dr. Guthrie. Hi

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hand back fr

ing on his sofa, and felt noth

the empty room. "I nee

s burning alive, her body fighting a chemical war. He nee

e murmured, reaching down to grab

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The Surgeon's Debt: Bound To The Beast

Leo Fairchild Romance

“I was a surgeon on the most luxurious ship in the world, scrubbing my hands until they were raw to forget the name Ye Jiuting and the past I'd left behind. But at 2:15 AM, Room 404 became my graveyard when a federal agent flatlined on my table, and the world I'd built turned into a nightmare. The nurse handed me a syringe she swore was a standard antibiotic, but the ship's medical files had been scrubbed to hide a fatal allergy. Before the body was even cold, the widow was screaming murder, and the ship's foreman, Huston Lyons, was at my throat with a predatory grin. "You killed him, Doctor," Huston sneered, "and on this ship, people like you tend to disappear overboard." When I tried to prove the syringe was clean, Huston's brutal grip forced the needle into my own arm, injecting me with a lethal stimulant that sent my heart into a violent, scorching frenzy. I fled into the bowels of the ship, my vision warping and my lungs burning, while a ship-wide announcement declared a five-million-dollar bounty on my head. Every desperate gambler and debt-ridden crew member was now hunting me like an animal for a chance at a clean slate. I didn't understand how the digital records could lie or why a routine dose had been replaced with poison. Was I a target, or just a convenient scapegoat for a conspiracy much larger than a single death? Just as the mercenaries were about to drag me to a black site, Clinton Collier, the terrifying "King of the Leviathan," stepped out of the shadows and claimed my life as his own. "She is my Caretaker now," he declared, wrapping a black silk ribbon around my neck to mark me as his exclusive property. I had escaped the gallows only to be collared by a monster, but as I felt his madness recede under my touch, I realized that being his only cure was the most dangerous weapon I possessed.”