All Chapters of My Ex's Uncle Claims Me as His Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

Layla’s POVI couldn’t believe my eyes. Annie stood there, wobbling but definitely upright, her small hands gripping the edge of her bed frame. Her legs trembled with effort, but they held her weight. My heart soared at this miraculous sight—all our hard work was finally paying off.Before I could speak, strong arms suddenly wrapped around me, yanking me backward. Samuel pulled me against his chest so forcefully that air rushed from my lungs. His arms crushed me tight, my back pressed firmly against his front. The cologne he wore filled my senses—cedar and something spicy I couldn’t name. His heart pounded against my shoulder blade, rapid and powerful.For a moment, I forgot to breathe. Not because he squeezed me too tight—though he definitely did—but because the physical contact shocked me. Samuel never touched anyone casually. This sudden embrace felt like being caught in a storm—unexpected, powerful, overwhelming.Just as abruptly, Samuel released me and stepped back. I gasped, f

Samuel’s POVI watched Layla refuse to leave Annie’s side despite Barbara’s vicious accusations. The determined set of her jaw told me everything about her character. Even with Barbara claiming her therapy had caused this mysterious pain, Layla insisted on staying to help.“I’ll monitor her through the night,” Layla told me quietly. “If anything changes, I’ll wake you immediately.”Barbara scoffed loudly. “Haven’t you done enough damage? The girl needs family, not more amateur meddling.”“Barbara,” I said sharply, “enough.”She opened her mouth to argue, but something in my expression made her reconsider. With a final dirty look at Layla, she stormed out of the room, her angry footsteps echoing down the hallway.Annie’s pain seemed to subside gradually after Barbara’s “remedy,” though I remained skeptical of its actual effectiveness. More likely the pain was simply running its natural course.“You should get some rest,” Layla urged me around midnight. “I’ll stay with her.”I hesitated,

Samuel’s POV“Dad?” Annie asked after a moment of silence. “I’m thirsty.”I nodded, grateful for the simple request after our heavy conversation. “I’ll get you some water.”“Thanks,” she mumbled, already looking sleepy again.I stood up from beside her bed and walked toward the kitchen, my mind still processing Annie’s surprising maturity about her mother’s absence. The hallway stretched dark and silent before me, the mansion quiet at this late hour.The kitchen was empty when I entered it. I flipped on a small light over the sink, keeping it dim to avoid disturbing anyone nearby. As I reached for a glass from the cabinet, something unusual in the trash can beside the counter caught my eye.Dark, strange-looking food remains drew my attention immediately.I filled Annie’s water glass first, placing it on a small tray, then looked closer at the trash. What appeared to be leftover soup—Annie’s dinner from earlier—had oddly blackened edges around the bowl that didn’t look like normal food

Samuel’s POVMy car skidded to a halt at the edge of the forest clearing. I jumped out, not bothering to close the door behind me. The Moonlight Well stood in the center of the clearing, moonlight reflecting off its ancient stone rim.No fence surrounded it—no wolf would willingly approach the silver-lined depths.The forest around me remained eerily silent, as if holding its breath. I approached the well, my footsteps crunching on fallen leaves. Looking down, I saw nothing but darkness. The depths seemed to go on endlessly, swallowing even my enhanced vision.A thick rope hung from a rusted metal hook—left by humans who occasionally came to make wishes or drop coins. I tested it, yanking hard. It held firm.Taking a deep breath, I removed my shirt and shoes, keeping only my pants. The fewer clothes to restrict movement, the better. I wrapped my hands in thin strips torn from my shirt—pathetic protection against silver, but better than nothing.I grabbed the rope and swung my legs over

Layla’s POVI woke up slowly, my body feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds. Sunlight streamed through unfamiliar curtains, momentarily confusing me until I remembered—I was in Samuel’s house, in the guest room.Images from the previous night flooded back: Barbara’s betrayal, the wolfsbane poison, Samuel’s burned hands.Pushing myself to a sitting position took more effort than it should have. The lingering effects of the poison made every muscle ache.As my vision cleared fully, I noticed I wasn’t alone in the room.Annie sat quietly in her wheelchair beside my bed, her small hands folded in her lap. Her big, round eyes never left my face, watching with an intensity that surprised me.“Annie?” I croaked, my voice still rough.Her face lit up instantly. She wheeled closer, then practically launched herself from the chair onto the bed beside me. Her thin arms wrapped around my neck as she buried her face against my shoulder, her body shaking with sobs.“I thought you were gonna die!