All Chapters of The Bloody Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

Yoren's face hardened. With firm emphasis, he said, “I'm fine.”His words were brief and flat, almost like an order for the conversation to end there and then. However, Ruth was not fooled. She could see that he was unwell, so she decided to stay. Instead, she stood before him, back straight and hands folded in front of her abdomen—a posture she always adopted when about to say something Yoren would not want to hear.“Alpha,” Ruth said softly. Her voice was laden with caution. “Please allow Lady Paige to donate her blood to you.”Yoren did not answer. He remained still, his gaze fixed on the tall window at the side of the room. He watched the sunlight pierce the glass and reflect coldly on the marble floor, while he himself felt no warmth.“We don't know when Eirene will come here,” Ruth continued. This time, her voice trembled slightly, despite her efforts to hide it. “I’m worried your ill

The examination room fell silent again once the transfusion process was complete. The tubes had been removed, the needles cleaned and the medical equipment tidied away by assistants who left one by one without making a sound. Now, only Yoren and Louise remained in the pale-coloured room that had all too often borne witness to the space between hope and despair.Yoren leaned back against the treatment bed, his upper body propped up slightly by the backrest. His face looked better than it had a few hours earlier; the flush that had risen from the pressure had now subsided. He looked better, even though Louise knew it was only superficial.Louise stood beside the bed, holding a slim tablet displaying the latest monitoring results. She observed Yoren’s heartbeat for a moment; it was now more stable. His blood pressure had also begun to fall back into a safe range.“Alpha,” Louise called shortly afterwards. “How do you feel now?”

The private room was comfortable and well-furnished. It had plush velvet sofas, a low table neatly arranged with snacks and tall windows with an unobstructed view of the beautiful night sky. Although everything had been prepared with great care, the atmosphere felt far too quiet for Paige’s taste.Paige lounged casually on the sofa, one leg elegantly crossed over the other. In her hand was a small plate filled with sliced fruit and biscuits. She picked up a piece of fruit and chewed slowly, as if nothing in the world were important enough to make her hurry.Across the room, Naomi stood tall. Her posture was flawless: back erect, hands folded in front of her body, and a neutral expression on her face.For several moments, neither Paige nor Naomi spoke. The room was wrapped in a silence that felt different somehow. The tension lingered, constantly present like stretched-too-tight air.Paige glanced at Naomi from the corner of her eye, then let out a s