Untouchable: The Alpha's Miracle Doctor

Kram

window and watched her frantic, scurrying figure disappear across the

gn sensation of power that sent a cold thrill through my veins. I knew Charly. She was a

e into the abyss, I would claw my way back out

I had left of my mother, Elara Beaumont. After I was born, my mother died in a so-c

neck, I pulled a small, tarnished key. The lock clicked

Just a few faded, leather-bound diari

underlined with a deep, aching sorrow. She told her story-how she had used her family's resources and her own strength to help Gordon Kramer

g this, I am gone. Do not trust Gordon Kramer. Do not tr

and fell onto the page, smearing th

hare her fate.I w

es of a life where I held power not in blo

wo lif

rdon Kramer, swayed by Concetta's malicious scheming, forced me to hand over my beloved and my entire future to my sister, Charly. To me, Darren wa

ess took pity on me,

p Imperial Medical Academy through my own relentless efforts and the help of a kind benefactor. After I repaid my debt of gratitude to that benefactor, I threw myself entirely into the work of saving lives, mastering the complex biological structures

ght my journey had ended. Yet, I woke up back in the werew

cond chance, I will use it to collect every single debt. Everything they owe me, everything they owe my mother, I will take back piece by piece. Those

th the diaries, and locked the box. This box wou

ger. Pale face, green eyes, a mane of brown hair. But behind the eyes, the soul o

ayers. The last face was one I'd never seen, only imagined:

rand design. He was the hell they were sending me to, but his broken body was a patient only a master surgeon could rebuild. A powerful, ind

ted no one, least of all powerful men. This was a transac

r. A maid's voice, timid. "Miss, the Alp

heir magic. Gordon was read

in detached, a tight knot of nerves

fting, melting back into the mask of a meek, fragi

, my voice soft and plian