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The Luna He Sacrificed Was His Real Savior Chapter 7
A few days later, his attendant came to the residence with the final record of the fire from five years ago.Lucien was sitting in the dark when the packet was placed in his hands. An empty bottle lay at his feet, another on the table beside him. He looked like a wolf who had not properly slept since the day I died.“Alpha,” the attendant said carefully, “there is more.”Lucien said nothing, so the man continued.“We found the old border records and old border records and witness accounts. The first one into the fire was Elara. Several rescue guards saw her carry you out. Sylvie did not arrive until after the flames had already been brought under control.”Only then did Lucien move.He opened the record and turned the pages one by one. Each line cut the same truth deeper. Each witness statement made the lie smaller and filthier than before.At last the bottle slipped from his hand and shattered across the floor.The attendant hesitated, then forced himself to continue.“Maeve also told
The Luna He Sacrificed Was His Real Savior Chapter 6
The day they laid me to rest, rain fell without pause.Lucien stood before my burial stone in a black coat, bareheaded under the storm. Water ran down his face and soaked through his clothes, but he did not move. By the time everyone who had come to send me off had left, he was still there, staring at the carved likeness set into the stone.Maeve walked up behind him and raised an umbrella over his head.“Go back,” she said quietly. “She’s gone.”He did not answer.His fingers lifted slowly and touched my face on the stone as though he still expected warmth.“Elara,” he said, voice low and worn raw, “it’s cold here. Come home.”The tenderness in that voice came too late to mean anything.Maeve turned her face away. “Stop this. She isn’t coming back.”That finally reached him.He swung around, eyes bloodshot and wild. “Be quiet.”His voice cracked, but the force of it still made her go still.“She isn’t gone. She’s angry with me, that’s all. She’s hiding. She’ll come back.”Then he drop
The Luna He Sacrificed Was His Real Savior Chapter 5
When Sylvie was wheeled out of the healing chamber, she saw Lucien on the floor with the wooden box clutched against him like a wound.Her heart lurched.“Lucien?”She tried to push herself up, her voice already thinning with panic.“What happened?”The sound of her voice cut through the corridor.Lucien’s crying stopped.He lifted his head slowly.His eyes were red, full of bloodshot veins and something so cold it made Sylvie’s stomach drop.He got to his feet one step at a time and walked toward her.Each step seemed to drain the color from her face.“Lucien…” she whispered again.He stopped beside her bed and threw the blood-marked rescue record into her lap.“What is this?”His voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable.“Sylvie, look at it and tell me what this is.”The edge of the stiff paper scraped her cheek as it fell. She glanced down, saw Elara’s name and photograph, and went white.“I… I don’t know…”“You don’t know?”Lucien laughed once, and the sound was empty.“Then tell me
The Luna He Sacrificed Was His Real Savior Chapter 4
Lucien’s body swayed.He lowered his eyes to the diagnosis at his feet, and when he read the words Final Stage Wolf Collapse, something in his face cracked.Maeve wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, but her voice still shook with rage.“Yes. Final stage.”“Dr. Rowan told her she had less than forty-eight hours left. If she stayed quiet and did nothing to strain her body, she might have survived a little longer. That kidney was the last thing holding her together.”She stepped closer, every word cutting deeper.“And you took it from her.”“You put her on that table with your own hands to save the foster sister you treasure.”“Are you happy now, Lucien?”He seemed not to hear her at first.He bent down and picked up the papers one by one, his fingers trembling so badly that more than once he nearly dropped them again. Every line he read seemed to burn straight through him.He remembered Elara pressing the file into his hand.He remembered knocking it away.He remembered the w
The Luna He Sacrificed Was His Real Savior Chapter 3
On the day of the surgery, the nurses wheeled me toward the transplant chamber.The corridor was long and cold. When I looked up, I saw Lucien outside the healing chamber next door.Sylvie lay on her moving bed, holding his hand. Lucien bent to listen to her, then pulled the blanket higher over her.“Don’t be afraid,” he said softly. “I’m here. When you recover, I’ll take you south to see the moonlily fields.”Our beds passed each other in the corridor.This time, Lucien looked at me too.His gaze paused for a moment, then he said, “Go through with the transplant and recover well. When you come out, your place as Luna will still be yours.”I looked at him and said nothing.The doors of the transplant chamber closed in front of me. The lights overhead flared white.A healer at my side said, “Relax. Sleep, and it will be over soon.”Cold medicine entered my vein.Just before my vision began to blur, the curtain at my side shifted.Sylvie stepped close enough that I could smell the herbs
The Luna He Sacrificed Was His Real Savior Chapter 2
The surgery was set for two days later.Lucien never came during those two days. My parents did.They arrived carrying herbs and broth, as though any of it could soften what they had come to ask of me. My mother hurried to my bedside and took my hand, her eyes already red.“Elara, you’ve suffered.”For one foolish instant, hope stirred in me. “Mother, did you come to”“Sylvie has always been frail,” my father cut in. “This time, you have to save her.”I slowly pulled my hand back. “She is not my sister.”Sylvie was the daughter of my parents’ closest friends. Years ago, those two died in a wolf-stampede at the border while saving my parents’ lives, and before they died, they entrusted Sylvie to our family.At first I welcomed her. I shared my room, my clothes, and the things I liked best. Then things began to go missing. A torn cloak became proof of my temper. A broken charm somehow became my fault. Sylvie would stand behind my parents with red eyes and say almost nothing, and somehow
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