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The Surgeon's Debt: Bound To The Beast

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 773 | Released on: 12/01/2026

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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.”