Semua Bab Blessed Luna Rising: A Dark Medical Mate-Bond Revenge : Bab 91 - Bab 100

The Council chamber smelled like old wood, stale dominance, and fear dressed up as protocol. Lyra sat at the long curved table, tablet angled in front of her. The working draft of the “Luna Seat” charter glowed on the screen—Section 5 highlighted, “Heir Placement & Pup Protections” pulsing at the edge of her vision like an exposed vein. Eun‑Ji occupied the central council seat today, gavel resting idle under her fingers. Park sat a few chairs down, papers neat, expression unreadable. Victor lounged to Eun‑Ji’s left, posture relaxed in a way that was all performance; Lyra could see the tightness in his eyes from here. Albrecht, on the far side of the arc, wore the pinched look of a man chewing something bitter and calling it duty. On the visitors’ bench along the wall, Aiden sat between Rylan and Jace. His cane rested within reach; his injured leg was stretched just enough to keep pressure off the worst of it. From this distance, he almost passed for his former self—shoulders broa

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft hiss. Lyra watched the numbers tick down to the Institute’s clinic level, hand braced on the rail, tablet clamped under her arm like a shield. Her pulse had finally slowed from a gallop to a heavy, irregular tread. Under her sternum, the bond sat like a badly set joint—quiet if she didn’t move it, sharp if she dared. When the doors opened, the familiar antiseptic tang of her domain hit her. Better. Here, she was ground. Not variable. Nurses glanced up as she passed—some with quick nods, some with eyes that slipped away just a fraction too fast. The Council session had been streamed to internal feeds; half the building had watched her snap a stylus and say, "I had our child" on official record. Whispers would follow. Let them. She cut through the outer ward, past a recovering Beta whose chart she’d sign off on later, past Mei giving instructions at the nurse’s station, and pushed into her office without knocking. The door shut behind he

By late afternoon, the Institute hummed with a tight, brittle energy Lyra could feel in the vents. Council chatter leaked down into the clinic in fragments. Nurses whispered over charts. A junior resident nearly walked into a supply cart because he was reading headlines on his phone instead of watching his feet. Lyra finished signing off on a thoracic follow‑up and handed the tablet back to Mei. “Anyone coding?” she asked. “Not yet,” Mei said. “Unless you count three interns having simultaneous heart palpitations because they just realized you actually have a personal life.” Lyra gave her a flat look. Mei’s mouth tugged up. “I rerouted all media inquiries to Park’s office,” she added. “And told the front desk only medical emergencies come through here. If anyone wants a quote about your uterus, they can go to the lawyers.” “Sensible,” Lyra said. “And Luna?” “Daycare,” Mei said. “Rhea brought her down an hour ago. She colored a picture of ‘Mama fixing wolves’ and told

Lyra dreamed of paperwork and blood.Forms blurred into faces; signatures ran red; Council seals bled down the margins like slow leaks. Every time she tried to sign her own name, the pen turned into a scalpel and the line into skin.She woke to the soft buzz of her phone vibrating under her pillow and the grit of too little sleep behind her eyes.06:02.Park.> You awake? > > Don’t lie. I need ten minutes before rounds.Lyra considered ignoring it. Considered throwing the phone under the bed and pretending, for two more hours, that the world didn’t exist.She rolled onto her back instead and typed:> Office. 30.The reply came back almost instantly.> Make it 20. Albrecht’s sending “clarifying questions” already.She dragged herself out of bed.Fifteen minutes later, hair twisted into a knot, coffee in hand. She stepped into her office and found Park already there.Of course.Park sat in the visitor chair, one leg crossed neatly over the other, a tablet balanced on her knee. The o

By the time Lyra got home, her head felt like it had been packed with wet sand and legal clauses.It was late enough that the street outside their building had gone quiet—just the occasional car hissing past on damp asphalt. Upstairs, the apartment was dim, kitchen light on low, the TV a silent blue flicker in the living room.Rhea sat curled in the corner of the couch, laptop open, ear buds in. She tugged one out when Lyra closed the door.“You’re later than late,” Rhea said. “Council vampires keeping you?”“Park did,” Lyra said, kicking her shoes off. “Albrecht tried to define ‘imminent threat’ as ‘anything that makes me uncomfortable.'’ It took a while.”Rhea made a face.“Of course he did.”Lyra dropped her bag on the table, shrugged off her coat, and scanned the room automatically.“Luna?” she asked.“In bed,” Rhea said. “Mostly asleep. She insisted she wasn’t tired, then conked out mid‑sentence about whether wolves dream in color.”Lyra’s shoulders uncoiled a fraction.“And the