บททั้งหมดของ My Ex's Uncle Claims Me as His Luna: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Abigail’s POVI clutched the hospital bed’s white sheets as the stretcher wheels rattled across the emergency room’s polished floor. The lights above were blindingly bright, making me squint as nurses rushed around me, checking monitors and preparing equipment.“Please,” I moaned, letting my voice crack authentically. “Please save my baby. I can’t lose this child.”The lead nurse, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, patted my shoulder reassuringly. “We’re going to take excellent care of you, Luna. The doctor will be here any moment.”“I’ll get Dr. Harker immediately,” called another nurse, hurrying toward the obstetrics wing. “He’s the best we have for high-risk pregnancies.”I continued my performance, writhing slightly on the bed and placing both hands protectively over my rounded belly. The wound on my thigh throbbed with genuine pain, but I used that discomfort to fuel my act.“The bleeding just started so suddenly,” I gasped to the remaining nurse. “One moment I was fine, and then

Layla’s POV The hospital room fell into silence after Abigail’s venomous accusation. Alpha Nathaniel’s silver eyebrows drew together in concentration.“Layla,” he said slowly, “perhaps you could show me the pendant again? Allow me to examine it more closely under proper lighting?”My hand moved instinctively to my throat, where the the necklace rested beneath my shirt. The silver had absorbed my body heat over the years, becoming as much a part of me as my own skin. The thought of removing it, of letting someone else handle it, felt wrong on a fundamental level.“I honestly don’t understand why there’s so much sudden interest in my necklace,” I said quietly. “It’s just a simple piece of jewelry that my mother found with me when she adopted me as a baby. I’ve never thought of it as particularly valuable or significant.”“Just a piece of jewelry?” Abigail’s voice rose to an ear-piercing shriek that made me flinch. “That’s a priceless family heirloom worth more than your entire miserable

Layla’s POVSamuel’s words made me smile, but they couldn’t erase the devastation that had torn through my chest. I wiped my face with my sleeve and took several deep breaths, trying to regain some composure.“I need to get out of here,” I said quietly. “I can’t stay in this hospital any longer.”Samuel nodded slowly. “Of course. Whatever you need.”We walked back through the corridors in silence, past the nurses’ station and through the main entrance into the evening air. My mind felt completely numb, like someone had wrapped my thoughts in thick cotton.“Actually,” Samuel said as he saw me out, “there’s something I should mention.”I looked at him, wondering what else could possibly happen tonight.“It’s Annie’s birthday today,” he said carefully. “She’s been planning this small celebration for weeks now. I know the timing is terrible, but…” He paused, running his hand through his hair. “She specifically asked if you’d be there. She really wants you to celebrate with us.”My first in

Samuel’s POVThe seconds ticked by like hours as I stared at the knife pressed against both women’s throats. My mind raced through possible strategies, but every scenario ended with at least one of them dying. The guard’s hand trembled slightly, making the blade waver dangerously close to vital arteries.“Ten seconds, Samuel,” the guard taunted. “Choose now, or lose them both.”“Wait,” I said, raising my hands higher. “Before I make any decision, I want to know who I’m dealing with. Remove your hood. Show me your face.”The guard’s grip on the knife tightened. “You don’t get to make demands—”“If you want me to choose between these women’s lives, I deserve to know who’s asking,” I interrupted. “Take off the hood.”For a moment, the guard hesitated. Then, slowly, one hand reached up while keeping the knife steady against their throats. The fabric hood fell away, revealing a face I recognized all too well.Barbara’s wild eyes stared back at me, her hair matted and unkempt from weeks in p

Layla’s POVThe stranger’s hands trembled as she pressed them against her face, trying desperately to hide features we’d already seen. Her whole body shook as she backed away from us, stumbling over the scattered birthday decorations on the floor.“This can’t be happening,” she whispered, her voice completely different from Charlotte’s familiar tones. Higher pitched, with a different accent. “This wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”Samuel still held Annie against his chest, the little girl’s face buried in his shoulder. She’d gone completely silent, overwhelmed by the chaos and violence she’d just witnessed. Her small body trembled against her father’s strong frame.Barbara wiped blood from her broken nose, staring at the stranger in complete bewilderment. “Who the hell is this woman? Where’s Charlotte?”My mind reeled as I tried to process what I was seeing. The woman I’d known as Charlotte—Annie’s mother, Samuel’s former mate—was apparently someone else entirely. Someone who had b