All Chapters of The Ex-Luna's Return: No Longer His Doormat: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

~ 122 ~ ~ Third-Person POV ~The desperate scream tore through the quiet hospital courtyard, and carrying all the way to the main entrance.Within seconds, the double doors flew open. Medical staff, nurses, and trauma medics rushed outside, their boots pounding against the paved walkway as they sprinted toward the lawn. Somewhere behind them, an alarm bell began to ring, summoning more hands to the scene."Over here! Hurry!" Nick sobbed, waving his arms frantically, his small frame shaking like a leaf. "Please, somebody help him!"The medics reached the grass in an instant, dropping to their knees around Elder Edmund in a tight, practiced circle. The old man lay motionless on the pebble-covered ground, his eyes closed, his silver hair matted dark, blood still seeping rapidly from the nasty gash at the back of his skull. One medic pressed a thick wad of gauze against the wound while another checked his pulse and shouted numbers nobody else could follow. Working with swift, coordinated

~ 124 ~~ Mia ~The hospital room was entirely silent, save for the steady, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor beside the bed. I stepped closer, pulling a chair up and sitting down, sensing the immense weight of whatever secret the old man was about to share.Edmund took a slow, labored breath, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as if he were trying to drag heavy memories out of the past."Many years ago, when my wife became pregnant," Edmund began, his voice weak but clear, "everyone in the household, including our pack healers, believed she was carrying only one child. Her belly wasn't unusually large, and the scans of the era didn't show the full picture."He paused, swallowing hard."However, during the delivery, the truth came to light in the most unexpected way. We discovered that she was actually carrying fraternal twins. Alexander was born first, strong and healthy. And a second baby boy was delivered shortly afterward."My breath hitched slightly. I kept completely still, listenin

~ 126 ~~ Darian ~My wolf became fiercely restless inside me, howling low and clawing viciously at the edges of my mind, agitated by the toxic mix of jealousy, helplessness, and the brief, agonizing glimpse of Liliana through the video call.I stood up, walked to the cabinet, and poured myself a large glass of amber whiskey, throwing it back and drinking heavily to drown the burning knot in my chest.It did not help. The alcohol only sharpened the edges of my frustration.Then, cutting through the silence of the room, my mother's voice suddenly pressed directly against my mind through the pack mindlink.Mindlinks were rarely used anymore between members of our rank. In the modern era, most wolves relied on smartphones and encrypted messaging unless they were completely unfamiliar with technology or the situation was genuinely urgent.I gritted my teeth and ignored her at first, staring blankly at the wall.She continued pushing, her mental tone sharp and commanding. She demanded to k

~ 128 ~~ Mia ~The living room felt suffocatingly quiet. My parents sat back on the sofa, leaving the floor entirely to me. I looked up at Ryker, who stood rigidly near the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest as if preparing for a physical blow."Starting with the blood transfusion," I began, my voice soft and measured. "When Elder Edmund needed type-O blood, and you stepped up to donate... it wasn't just a lucky match."Ryker's eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. "Get to the point, Lili.""Edmund told me a story today," I continued, watching him closely. "Many years ago, when his wife gave birth to Alexander, she was actually carrying fraternal twins. But a vengeful maid stole the second newborn during the chaos, telling the family he was stillborn. Instead of killing him, the maid lost her nerve and abandoned him near a remote timber trail close to the Silverleaf border."For a second, Ryker stared at me blankly. Then, a dry, harsh laugh escaped his throa

~ 130 ~~ Ryker ~I sat alone in the dim quiet of the private room upstairs, the amber liquid inside the crystal tumbler catching the faint light from the wall sconce. I continued drinking.One glass of high-end bourbon bled into another. And then another.By the time the digital clock on the bedside table flashed three in the morning, the bottle was nearly empty, and my head was pounding with a dull, persistent ache. I finally decided I had enough, pushing myself up from the leather armchair to leave.Only then did the heavy weight of the alcohol hit me all at once.When my boots hit the floor, I could barely walk in a straight line. My balance was completely gone, the room tilting sideways under the influence of hours of uninhibited drinking.The club manager, noticing my condition through the service monitor, quickly checked the emergency contact information attached to my VIP membership file and made the call.Not long after, the private room door clicked open.Liliana rushed insi