Semua Bab Blessed Luna Rising: A Dark Medical Mate-Bond Revenge : Bab 151 - Bab 160

The whimper over the comm line changed everything.It took three seconds for Amir to isolate it. Three seconds for the faint, raw sound to become undeniable.Rylan had heard dying wolves. Newborn pups. Humans sobbing. This was none of those.Small. Hoarse. Fighting not to cry.Luna.“She’s here,” Aiden said. Not on the comm this time—just a raw statement into the cold air in front of the rusted east hatch.Rylan’s hands tightened around the med bag strap.“Then we go now,” Jace said. “Before they move her. Or quiet her.”“Slow,” Rylan warned. “Careful.”“I am out of slow,” Aiden said.Rylan saw it: the way Aiden’s shoulders rolled, the way his spine lengthened as his wolf pressed closer. His leg, which had already been trembling from the approach, shuddered once hard enough to make him grab the wall.“Easy,” Rylan said. “If you tear your grafts, I’m not sewing them in this hellhole.”“Patch me later,” Aiden said. “She needs me now.”Rylan knew there was no arguing with that tone. He’d

The Council Chamber of the Institute smelled like marble dust and old power.It was a hybrid space—half hospital boardroom, half ancient pack hall—glass walls looking out over the city, a crescent of elevated seats for the Elders, and a central floor ringed with wolfsbane wards. Human administrators hovered along the back wall, pretending not to flinch every time a wolf’s temper brushed the surface.Lyra stood at the central podium in dark scrubs and a tailored black blazer, the white of her credentials badge stark against the fabric. No jewelry. No pack crest. The only adornment was the faint, healing crescent of Seraphina’s fingernails on her throat from last night, a ghost of the line Lyra had almost crossed.To her right, Aiden stood a step back, still pale from blood loss, his side wrapped under his shirt. Rylan flanked him like a silent wall. To Lyra’s left, Livia waited with her hands folded, her expression composed in that way only someone who’d learned to survive men like Vic

The summons came two hours later. Lyra had just finished listening to Luna’s halting retelling of “the bad van” for the second time, this version featuring more dramatic sound effects and the stuffed wolf “biting” the shiny lady’s hand. Luna’s words were starting to slur, exhaustion finally winning over residual adrenaline, when Lyra’s pager buzzed twice in quick succession. Council code. She smoothed Luna’s hair, untangling curls from the wolf’s one remaining ear. “I have to go downstairs for a little while, sweetling.” Luna’s lower lip wobbled. “Council?” she whispered as if it were a monster under the bed. Lyra’s chest tightened. “Yes. But they’re not coming up here. You’re staying with Rhea and Auntie Mei. The doors are locked, remember?” “Locked,” Luna repeated dutifully. Her small fingers touched the access pad by reflex. “An’ only you and Aunt Mei and Rhea and the leg man can open.” “The leg man?” Lyra blinked, then realized. “Aiden?” Luna nodded solemnly. “He li

They’d tucked Aiden into one of the Institute’s recovery suites that could double as a VIP room when the Council wanted to pretend they’d invented discretion. Floor-to-ceiling glass on one side, frosted at a touch; a real mattress instead of the standard narrow bed; biometric locks that responded only to Lyra, Mei, Rhea, and Aiden himself. He lay propped against a wedge of pillows, bare-chested so Rylan could recheck the incision. The surgical line along his ribs was an angry red slash, edges slightly inflamed from last night’s heroics. Bruising bloomed dark purple around it, a roadmap of every bad decision he’d made in the last twenty-four hours. “You’re an idiot,” Lyra said, gloving up. Rylan snorted. “He’s your idiot now. I’m just here for the show.” “Out,” Aiden muttered as Lyra palpated gently along the suture line. “I’m filing for medical emancipation.” “You’re not emancipated until I sign your discharge,” Lyra said. “Deep breath.” He obeyed. The bond carried the shar

“What do you need from me,” he asked, “after all of that? Right now. Not a speech. It's not a promise to ‘do better.’ What does staying in this with me actually look like to you?”There it was. Present tense. Not apology. Not penance. Requirements.She exhaled slowly.“Honesty,” she said. “No more half-truths to ‘protect’ me. If your pack turns on you? I want to know. If the Council threatens you? I want to know. Don’t smile and tell me it’s fine while you’re bleeding on my floors.”He nodded once, sharp. The bond hummed with the weight of the promise. “Okay.”“Consistency,” she continued. “You say you’re stepping down? You follow through. You say you’ll show up for Luna? You show up. Not just for raids and Council drama. For daycare pickups, too. For the mornings, she refuses to wear pants.”The corner of his mouth twitched, but he didn’t joke his way out of it. “I can do daycare pickups.”“And boundaries,” she finished. “You do not get to decide where I live, how I practice, or how