Lahat ng Kabanata ng Moonlit Secrets: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The operating room was too bright.Not in the gentle, clinical way Aria was used to—but in a way that stripped everything bare. Every flicker of doubt, every bead of sweat, every unspoken word floated under the white light like dust suspended mid-air.Outside the OR walls, the chaos still simmered. Voices buzzed down the corridor, but in here, the world had shrunk to a heartbeat, a monitor, and a girl Aria had never wanted to see on her table.Sienna White.The name alone should’ve rattled her. It used to. But now, Aria only saw a fading life. And she would fight for it.“Clamp. Suction. Steady,” she ordered, voice low but sure.Her hands moved with the kind of confidence that didn’t need to scream. Each stitch, each incision, was muscle memory born from silent years and sleepless nights. Her magic flowed beneath her skin, silver and soft, as she guided it into the mess of torn arteries and haemorrhaging veins.No one questioned her. Not anymore.Some of the nurses kept their heads do

Evening settled over the forest like a hush. The trees whispered low, and somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled—a lonely sound carried on a wind that felt too cold for June.Inside her quarters, Aria stepped into stillness.Her room was small. Bare, even. A narrow bed. A battered dresser. One flickering candle on the bedside table. And beside it, worn at the edges, sat her journal. The only place she still allowed herself to speak freely.She closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a long moment. The silence didn’t comfort her. Not tonight.Her satchel slid to the floor. Her body followed soon after, sinking onto the bed with a heaviness that wasn’t just exhaustion—it was everything else. The day’s weight still clung to her skin: sweat-damp scrubs, the echo of cruel laughter in the halls, and the way Xander’s eyes had passed right through her.She didn’t cry.She was long past tears.She reached for the journal instead. Opened it with fingers that still trembled faintl

The hallway smelled like antiseptic and sleeplessness. Aria moved through it quietly, a file clutched in her hand, though she hadn’t read a word in it. Her feet carried her out of habit. Her thoughts didn’t follow.Everything since the cliffs felt like walking underwater. Slow. Muffled. Too heavy to lift off her shoulders.She told herself she was just tired. That the emptiness was just grief finally catching up. But her body was starting to disagree.She leaned over the desk, blinking hard at the words on a patient's chart. They blurred. Her stomach churned again. Third time tonight.She hadn’t eaten since... yesterday? Maybe longer.Sleep didn’t come anymore. Not since she left his house. Not since she folded his shirt and walked out the front door like it meant nothing.Her hand trembled on the counter.One more hour. Then I’ll rest.But her legs buckled without warning.She didn’t fall hard—just crumpled sideways, knees hitting the floor, fingers scrambling for balance and catchin

Aria’s apartment was a quiet shadow tucked above the village’s edge—a small third-floor walk-up surrounded by trees that pressed close to the windows, their branches muting the sky. The building itself was plain and easily overlooked. That’s what she liked about it. Here, no one looked twice. Here, she wasn’t a whispered secret in someone else’s story. She was just a healer with tired hands and quiet footsteps.The silence inside clung to everything. It seeped into the walls, the furniture, even the light. This wasn’t peace—it was the aftermath of everything left unsaid. It was the quiet hum of a heart learning to beat alone.Her days blurred. Clinic in the morning. Mindless chores after. Folding a blanket that didn’t need folding. Brewing tea, she never drank. Arranging the cutlery she barely used. Over and over again, just to keep moving.Five days.That’s how long it had been since she walked away from Xander Stone.Five days without a word.No text. No knock. No note.She told her

The morning air carried a faint breath of spring, but winter wasn’t ready to let go. Frost clung to rooftops, and a quiet chill still crept through the cobbled village streets. Aria stood outside the Honeycomb Café, her coat pulled close, heart beating faster than she liked to admit. The scent of cinnamon and fresh coffee drifted out with each swing of the door, soft and comforting.She hadn’t sat inside this café for years—not since the days when her life was quieter, simpler. Most of her visits had been for takeaway, always in and out. But today, she was here for something unfamiliar, something she’d once believed wasn’t meant for her.A blind date.Mira’s idea, of course. The night nurse with her signature colorful scarves and stubborn brand of kindness. “You need something good,” Mira had insisted. “Not a shift. No more silence. Something just for you. I know a guy, a friend of a cousin. He's normal. Stable. Not a wolf with baggage.”Aria had hesitated. Then surprised herself by s