NOVA’S POV

I was losing my mind.

Three days in Dr. Elias Crowe’s private medical wing had turned me into a trembling, aching mess. My body was healing faster than expected, but my mind was completely broken — consumed by him. By his hands. By his voice. By the way he looked at me like I was something he owned.

He came to me every few hours.

Sometimes for “vitals.” Sometimes for “mobility checks.” Always with that calm, authoritative tone that made my pussy clench before he even touched me.

This morning was different.

He entered the room in his white coat, sleeves rolled up to expose those powerful forearms,...