Chapter 747 Seraphine’s Midas touch
Leon knew it was impossible for both twins to survive the surgery, but not only were both of them alive, they were also recovering faster than expected. For someone with years of experience as a doctor, this was beyond science.
It was beyond anything he had ever witnessed, beyond the boundaries of what he had been taught to believe. His chest tightened with a mix of awe and disbelief that left him almost breathless.
He saw Seraphine’s fingers move in ways that were not ordinary, her hands a blur of precision and grace that made his own pulse race.
Whenever his attention moved to something else, she would have completed a procedure by the time his attention returned to her. It was as if time bent around her, as if the laws of nature themselves bowed to her will, and the sight filled him with a deep, unsettling wonder.
Seraphine was not practicing every day like Leon and the other doctors did, but when she returned, it was as if she was practicing every single minute. Her skills were sharp, her instincts sharper, her hands steady and sure, radiating a quiet power that made everyone around her feel both inspired and small.
Seraphine smiled, a soft warmth blooming in her chest. Marsha had already told her that her powers would make everything she did before multiply, and she was not surprised Leon noticed it.
She had even limited her abilities to not create so much suspicion because she realized that her healing abilities were still at work in the human world, except that it worked differently.
In the pack, that blue light would appear whenever Marsha was in charge, a radiant glow that mended flesh and bone. But in the human world, her brain and fingers worked faster than usual.
She had to intentionally slow them down to not freak out the other doctors working with her. Every movement was calculated, every decision weighed, every instinct held back, yet the effort left her feeling stretched thin.
“Didn’t you mention meeting the parents of the twins?” she asked, taking Leon’s attention from the earlier question.
“Indeed, this way,” Leon said, leading the way. However, before he opened the door, Seraphine staggered from dizziness. Leon leaned back. “Are you alright?”
Seraphine shook her head. She was also super drained, needing food and rest. The surgeries took everything from her, leaving her hollow and trembling, her body aching with a deep exhaustion that made her voice soft and shaky. “Leon, if I faint, you will have to answer to Voren.”
“I’ll find an excuse for the parents, or I’ll just take all the credit,” he mused, quickly helping her back to Voren before asking pleadingly, his eyes full of desperate hope. “Can you help with seven more surgeries? I am certain I might not see you for a long time after you leave.”
He knew her fatigue was due to her pregnancy so there was no need to worry.
It was just strange to him how Seraphine kept being away from New York and would never share her location. In fact, Leon found the whole thing suspicious but did not know what to expect either. There were too many unanswered questions, too many gaps in the story, and the uncertainty gnawed at him.
In the end, he convinced himself that Seraphine was among the few overly gifted humans who he was lucky to come into contact with. It was easier than facing the truth he could not name, a truth that stirred a quiet fear deep inside him.
Voren wanted to refuse, his protective instincts flaring hot, but Seraphine already agreed. “After I have enough rest.”
The next two days, Seraphine led a total of twenty-seven complicated surgeries, using lesser and lesser time than expected. Each one was a masterpiece, a testament to her impossible skill that left the entire team staring in open mouthed amazement.
Leon had learned a lot, but his suspicions about Seraphine’s unusual abilities began to rise again, a restless curiosity burning in his chest.
“Sera, which hospital have you been working with when you are not here?” he asked a trick question, his eyes watching her closely, heart pounding with the need to understand.
But Seraphine did not think deeply before responding, her tone light yet firm. “I am mostly working on stocks and busy traveling the world. You should be lucky I came when you needed the help.”
Now, Leon was convinced that she was not practicing secretly every day like he suspected earlier. Perhaps she just had the Midas touch whenever she was in charge.
Perhaps some people were simply born with gifts that defied explanation, and the thought filled him with a quiet, humbling respect.
As they prepared to return to the pack, Seraphine went shopping with Voren for Espe and Bryan, then the kids at the academy. She also got a few gifts for the leaders. The bags piled up around them, overflowing with toys and clothes and treasures, and a bright joy lit up her face with every choice she made.
When they were done shopping, she requested, her voice soft with longing. “Can we spend some days at the hideout?”
Voren smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes that made her heart flutter. “You did not think I was going to send you straight back to pack responsibilities, did you?”
Seraphine embraced and kissed him, her lips soft against his, the kiss deep and full of the fierce love that always left her breathless. “Goddess, I got too lucky.”
They did not need to take anything with them, but just as they sat in the SUV and the driver stepped on the accelerator, Voren’s phone rang. Seeing Stanley’s number, he answered it, hope rising sharp and sudden in his chest.
“Did you get him?” He asked expectantly, his voice tight with hope that made every word urgent.
But Stanley sighed with disappointment, the sound heavy through the speaker and sinking straight into Voren’s gut. “I received news that he already left before they got there. They could not track him afterwards.”
Voren was saddened, a cold knot forming in his stomach that twisted tighter with every second. He felt that Seraphine’s safety in the human world was not assured if that asshole Santiago was still on the loose, and the thought of her in danger made his blood run cold. “It is not your fault. He is smart.”
“It will also be best if you can help.” Stanley reminded him, his voice carrying the weight of desperation that pulled at Voren’s sense of duty. “I honestly have no idea how you get your skills, but even the new recruits you help to train turn out better than the agency trained ones.”
Voren did not want to get involved any longer, but Santiago still had eyes on his wife, and that made this his problem, a fierce protectiveness rising hard and fast inside him. “If you do not get him in the next six months, I will clear my schedule to come and help.”
By then, Seraphine would have delivered their twin pups. Voren did not want to miss any part of the pregnancy and birth, the thought of being there for every moment filling him with a deep, tender resolve, so after that time, he could help the FBI remove the nuisance called Santiago.
“Thank you, my friend. I shall keep in touch.”
Voren ended the call, about to explain everything to Seraphine when his phone beeped. It was a video from the outlanders with a message: ’Should we stop them?’