Semua Bab Blessed Luna Rising: A Dark Medical Mate-Bond Revenge : Bab 111 - Bab 120

The Council’s public statement dropped that afternoon.They didn’t call it a statement, of course. They called it “clarification of procedural norms.” The text landed in Lyra’s inbox, forwarded by Park with the subject line:> You’re going to love this. > (You’re going to hate this)Lyra opened it between consults, back in her office with the door half‑shut.Eun‑Ji’s formal letterhead at the top. Cold, careful language beneath.> In light of ongoing discussions regarding heir placement, pup protections, and the establishment of the Luna Seat, the Council wishes to clarify that a formal inquiry into Dr. Lyra Hale’s circumstances are a standard procedure under Legacy Statutes 12.3 and 12.4. > > This inquiry is not a judgment and does not predetermine any outcome. Dr. Hale retains all current duties pending its conclusion.So far, so bland.Lyra’s eyes tracked further down.> At the same time, the Council recognizes the unprecedented position Dr. Hale occupies: simultaneously a pra

The Council didn’t wait for the hearing to move. They never did. Two days before the formal inquiry, Aiden’s name started trending on its own. Not as a footnote below Lyra’s, but as a headline. Lyra saw it first in a nurse’s hand. She was crossing the main corridor toward the imaging wing when a cluster of staff parted, murmuring. A nurse tried to palm her phone, too slow. Lyra stopped long enough to see the screen. A feed post, Council‑branded, Victor’s words over a still of Aiden in profile. > STATEMENT FROM ALPHA VOSS > > “IF THERE IS A CHILD OF MY BLOOD OUT THERE, SHE IS UNDER MY PROTECTION.” Lyra’s stomach dropped. “Show me the rest,” she said. The nurse gulped and tilted the phone. The comments section below the clip was a mess already—three arguments at once: > Finally, he owns it > > he’s just grandstanding > > This proves Lyra manipulated him Notifications pinged up the side of the screen in a relentless column. Other outlets were

The questions didn’t stop.They just changed shape.Once Albrecht and Victor finished their opening passes—bloodline, living conditions, concealment—the others moved in. Some cautiously. Some with barely veiled hostility. A few with the sharp, hungry curiosity of people who knew a turning point when they smelled one.Councilor Rahmani, a middle‑aged alpha from the eastern packs, leaned forward. She wore her Luna ring on the same hand that held her stylus; Lyra knew from Park’s dossiers that Rahmani had two grown pups and one niece who’d been “reassigned” after a pack dispute.“Dr. Hale,” Rahmani said. “You’ve spoken eloquently about individual cases. About your daughter. About the women who came before. Many of us up here are also parents. Some have presided over… painful placement decisions. How do you respond to those who say your personal history makes you unfit to judge impartially in their matters?”Lyra met her gaze.“I respond,” Lyra said, “by asking what they think ‘impartial’

They should have adjourned for the day.Lyra could read it in the set of Eun‑Ji’s shoulders in the way Park’s eyes had gone glassy from clause‑spotting, in the faint tremor in Aiden’s injured leg.But Councilors loved momentum almost as much as they loved the sound of their own voices.“Before we break,” Victor said, masking urgency as casual, “perhaps we might hear from someone with a… different vantage point. Someone lower in the pecking order who has seen how Dr. Hale’s choices affect the actual functioning of this institute.”Lyra’s hackles rose.“By all means,” Eun‑Ji said, voice cool. “But keep it brief, Councilor. This is not a fishing expedition.”Victor’s gaze slid over the gallery over the benches, like a man choosing a tool.It landed on Jace.Of course it did.Jace sat halfway up the gallery seats, sprawled with deliberate bonelessness that fooled no one who’d ever seen him fight. Sienna was three chairs away, tablet in her lap, eyes narrowed in a way that said she’d menta

They did not make her wait.That was new.Normally, when the Council summoned her for “informal consultation,” they let her sit in the antechamber long enough to remind her who owned the clock. This time, the attendant barely had time to say, “Dr. Hale, they’re ready for you,” before the inner door slid open.Lyra stepped through.Smaller room. No gallery, no cameras, no gavel. Just a long table, seven chairs, too much polished wood. Eun‑Ji at the head, Park on her right with a tablet and an expression like a loaded brief, Victor on the left with his hands neatly folded and his smile even neater. Seraphina lounged two seats down, all silk and knives.Tan, Jiao, and Albrecht filled in the remaining spaces, the mix of open curiosity and guarded weariness that had become the new normal.“Dr. Hale,” Eun‑Ji said. “Sit.”Lyra took the empty chair opposite Victor. She placed her hands flat on the table, where everyone could see she wasn’t holding a scalpel.“I was under the impression we adj