Bloodbound at Vale [COMPLETED]

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Summary

On her first trauma case, surgical resident Calla Hart watches a legend come to life. Dr. Lucien Vale— the hospital’s most enigmatic, most brilliant, and most mysterious surgeon. He’s never around… until someone is dying. And when he appears, no one slips through his hands. Calla should be intimidated. Instead, she’s drawn to the strange stillness in him, the way he looks at her like he already knows her pulse, her thoughts, her fears. But the more she uncovers about Lucien, the more the hospital begins to feel wrong. Too many secrets. Too many shadows. And Lucien Vale stands at the center of all of them— dangerous, impossible, and somehow… the only person she can’t walk away from.

Genre
Romance
Author
Kiky
Status
Complete
Chapters
56
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

The Night He Appeared

🌙 Author’s Note

Hi, thank you so much for clicking on Bloodbound at Vale.

This is my first story on Inkitt, and I’m still learning the platform, so your support means a lot to me.

I hope you enjoy Calla and Lucien’s dark, quiet tension as much as I enjoy writing it.

Feel free to leave thoughts, reactions, or theories—I'd love to read them.

Enjoy the first chapter.

— Kiky

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Calla POV

It hasn’t even been two hours since I came down to the ER, but my scrubs are already soaked in blood.

My hands are still trembling.

My first patient—a teenage boy, motorcycle accident. Abdominal bleeding.

I froze for a second. The equipment was ready, but his heartbeat was slowing, almost flatlining. And before I could decide what to do—

“Move. I’ll take over.”

His voice was cold. His eyes barely blinked as he looked at the open wound in the boy’s abdomen.

Dr. Lucien Vale. Senior surgical consultant.

He’s almost an urban legend in this hospital—rarely seen, but every time he steps in, no one dies.

And tonight… he walked into my very first trauma case.

His hands were fast. Precise.

He listed each instruction calmly, and all I could do was follow without arguing.

When he began suturing the bleeding vessel, that’s when it hit me—his hands didn’t shake. Not even a little. His breathing… steady, as if nothing about this was urgent.