The Alpha's Secret Medic

The evening air in Adazi-Nnukwu was heavy and still, the kind of silence that usually meant a storm was coming. I, Miracle, walked quickly toward my hostel, my fingers tracing the edges of my anatomy flashcards. Tomorrow was the big exam on the circulatory system, and I couldn't afford to fail. > Being a nursing student required focus, but lately, my focus had been split. My palms had been burning—a strange, golden heat that didn't feel like a fever. It felt like power. > As I took the shortcut through the campus woods, a metallic scent hit me. Blood. My nursing instincts took over before my fear could kick in. I pushed through the tall grass and found him. He was leaning against a massive tree, his chest heaving. His shirt was shredded, revealing deep, jagged wounds that looked like they came from a beast, not a man. > Even covered in dirt and blood, he was breathtakingly handsome, with a jawline like carved stone. But it was his eyes that stopped my breath—they were a piercing, icy blue that seemed to glow in the twilight. > "Get away," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. > "I'm a medic," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. I knelt beside him, and as my hand touched his cold skin, the golden light in my palms flared. The bleeding began to slow. He gasped, his blue eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of shock and hunger. > "What are you?" he whispered. > I didn't have an answer. I just knew that by saving him, my quiet life as a student was over.