Dr Luna Novels & Stories

she asked Cael. He pulled the second folded document from beneath the stack in front of him. She had not noticed him place it there. His eight months of careful preparation included a thoroughness that she was developing genuine respect for. "The faction has partial access to the original record. Not a full copy. A fragment, obtained before Mira Caen could secure everything. Enough to understand that the Luna function is a structural check on governing authority. Not enough to understand the specifics of how the check operates." "So they know she is a problem," Drax said. "They do not know the precise shape of the problem."

"I passed all my exams. I have practical experience. I—" "Practical experience where?" Dr. Harrow interrupted. "In a small clinic? Or were you just playing nurse for some wolf who couldn't afford a real healer?" My hands clenched at my sides. "I was the Luna of Silver Howl. I ran the pack's medical operations for three years. I saved lives. I—" "You were a Luna," Dr. Harrow repeated, her voice dripping with disdain. "That explains everything." "What does that mean?"

Celia made a movement as if she wanted to vomit when she heard Sherly's words. "Ah, I also know that you asked this human doctor for help," said Sherly, pointing at Audrey in an impolite manner. "I saw you and this doctor meet at the White Lotus and sent people to investigate. Unexpectedly, it turns out that this ordinary human is a Luna for the strongest pack in our country. Is that why you contacted her to help you? You want to make things difficult and take my position here , even though I am the true Luna for Orleend?"

By the time the door to his exam bay slid open, he’d cycled through anger, humiliation, and a bone-deep fatigue he couldn’t blame entirely on his illness. Lyra walked in with a tablet in one hand, a fresh stethoscope looped around her neck, and the faintest hint of damp at her temples from the scrub cap she’d only just discarded. She’d changed into new scrubs—dark grey instead of the hospital standard blue—and her coat hung open, the nameplate gleaming. Dr. Lyra Hale, M.D. Director, Blessed Luna Wing. The title made something twist behind his ribs. “You’re alive,” he said.

She was the best and only mate I would have and no one else. As I finished my speech which was longer than anyone else. We were ready to bury her so she became one with the earth. But before we could do that, an unknown woman walked into the funeral room, “What are you guys doing?“ The woman asked in a confused tone. “Sorry, we are not seeing anyone today, we're having a funeral for the Luna.” A fellow warrior said. “Funeral?... for who?“ She questioned “Our Luna, Jackqualine Moon” Jacob answered.

The servants were relieved by Sylvia's announcement Sylvia ushered June and Leonard into Luna's room. Luna was on the bed, facing the white ceiling. She turned to Leonard with glassy eyes, marred with tears and mumbled a gratitude. Leonard gave her an approving nod and turned to the doctor. "What's the diagnosis Dr. Shaw?" The doctor heaved a deep sigh and turned to stare at the woman on the bed. He darted his gaze back to Mr. Wells and Luna turned away, feeling betrayed.

"Just now, when Caleb and I were talking, you did not excuse us at all and instead stormed into the room immediately, so why should I give you the courtesy?" Luna rolled her eyes at him. Caleb smiled and piped up, "That's okay. You can say anything you want to me, Luna. Mr. Lynch isn't an outsider, so you don't have to be worried." Luna furrowed her brows. What did he mean, Joshua was not an outsider? However, on second thought, Luna decided he was right; she did not need to hide this from Joshua at all. "Master Crawford." Luna let out an exhale and lifted her head to stare intently at Caleb. "I hear that there's a famous doctor from Lincoln City who is capable of helping patients awaken fro

She was moving forward now, and her appointment today was one of the steps involved in that future. Just then, the door to the hospital room opened and Dr. Gina Michaels stepped in. Dr. Gina was a trim willowy woman in her mid-thirties, blond hair currently packed back in a bouncy ponytail with deep blue eyes that smiled warmly at Luna as she stepped in. She tucked her hands into the pockets of her white lab coat as she approached the bed Luna was laying down on. Her sky blue top and black pants peek out from beneath the coat, her practical heels making clicking sounds on the tiled floor.

Another message from a member of the group: “We hope Luna Darkmane can arrive on time. Some important matters will be discussed.” I stared at the screen for a while. The word “Luna” felt heavy in my eyes. That title meant something great—the highest-ranking female leader in the pack, a role model. But in the human world, I was just Sienna, a young doctor still learning, sometimes too tired even to make breakfast. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling of the staff room. “Why does being a Luna feel more exhausting than being a surgeon?” I whispered. The door opened, and Dr. Alden entered, holding a file.

“Miss Mireya, I found out that Luna is actually a good girl. Both her parents are dead, and she lived with her aunt, who is known to be greedy. Luna is still very young. She didn’t go to college. Her family background is from the lower class.” “As for how Luna met Mr. Draco Riordan, according to my sources, Luna was sold at an auction by her own aunt. That’s where Mr. Draco Riordan bought Luna.” The assistant explained everything he knew. Mireya’s expression changed instantly at his words. Her eyes widened in disbelief. “So you mean to say Draco went to that auction and bought Luna?!” Mireya seethed. Her jealousy burned even hotter. She wanted to scream at the information her assistant had j