All Chapters of His Stolen Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EllaLiam stepped back, creating some welcome distance between us. "I need your help." "My help?" I crossed my arms. "Look, thank you for saving us. I'm grateful, truly. But I'm not sure what I can give you in return. If you want information about my pack, first, I don't think you need me for that, and second, I'm not putting innocent people in danger. You said you'd spare them." He raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure they're innocent?" "What's that supposed to mean?" "They were going to let you die, Ella. You and your son. None of them spoke up for you when you were wronged." The truth of his words stung, but I shook my head. "They just don't know the truth. They believe what Marcus and Ava told them." "And that makes it okay?" His voice hardened. "They were ready to watch your execution without question." "Not everyone," I argued, though my conviction wavered. "Some of them looked horrified." "But did any of them try to stop it?" He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "Di

Ella"Now?" I glanced down at my borrowed robe and pajamas, plucking at the silky material. "Give me twenty minutes." "Take thirty." He paused at the doorway. "And Ella?" "Yes?" "Try not to run around the halls in those pajamas again. Some of my guards aren't as... disciplined as I am." I watched him disappear through the doors, my cheeks burning from his last comment. The nerve of that man! First, he saves our lives, and then he has the audacity to comment about my pajamas. I hugged his robe tighter around me. My mind raced with questions. Why did he really save us? What could he possibly need my help with that required such dramatic intervention? The whole situation felt wrong. I had good results with my patients but nothing extraordinary, as he claimed. And why be so secretive about who needed help? I retreated to my bedroom, my bare feet silent against the cold marble floor. The enormous space felt empty without Jackson, but at least I knew he was safe and having fun. That t

EllaI glanced back at the patient, my mind racing through options I didn't have. "You're asking me to potentially unleash something that killed our people." "I'm asking you to heal a patient." His voice dropped lower. "The rest is my concern." I wanted to laugh at the absurdity. Yesterday, I was nearly executed; today, I was being strong-armed into treating public enemy number one. "Let me get this straight," I said, crossing my arms. "You want me to heal the creature that terrorized our pack for months? The same one that left children orphaned and mates widowed?" Liam's expression didn't change. "Yes." "Fantastic. And if I refuse, you'll what—throw me and my six-year-old back to the wolves?" I winced at my own poor choice of words. "Essentially." I ran my fingers through my tangled hair. "Some rescue this turned out to be." "I never claimed to be your knight in shining armor." "No, you're just the guy holding the sword to my throat instead of Marcus." I turned back to the

EllaWe'd been walking for at least five minutes, descending deeper into what felt like the bowels of the mansion. "I think I'll come back later," I said, stopping in my tracks. The guard turned, his eyes glinting strangely in the dim light. "The King is expecting you." A shiver ran down my spine. Something about his tone, the way his lips curved into not-quite-a-smile, made my instincts scream. But what choice did I have? Refusing to follow might be more dangerous than whatever awaited me. "Lead on, then," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. We continued down the corridor, the temperature dropping with each step. I hugged the medical file tighter against my chest, as if it might shield me from whatever was coming. My mind raced through possible scenarios, but none of them were good. Was this some sort of test? Or had Liam decided I wasn't worth the trouble after all? The guard stopped so abruptly that I nearly crashed into his back. He gestured to an ornate wooden door wit

Ella"What happened?" Selena rushed back to my side, concern etched across her face. "His fingers moved," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Just now, when I was holding his hand." She didn't look surprised. "As I mentioned, we've observed minor movements before. The specialists believe they're involuntary muscle spasms." I nodded, embarrassed by my dramatic reaction. Of course. Just a reflex. Nothing miraculous. "Right. Sorry." I cleared my throat and straightened my lab coat. "Let's continue with the tests." For the next few minutes, I immersed myself in work, drawing more blood samples, checking neurological responses, and reviewing his previous scans. The more I examined, the more puzzled I became. His condition defied conventional medical explanation. "I think that's enough for today," I finally said, peeling off my gloves. "I'll need to analyze and compare these samples with his previous results." Selena helped me pack everything up. "Would you like me to have these