Healing His Broken Luna นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He will be ok. They are finally done removing the poison and I breathe out in relief when his wounds start to heal. “We’ve done our part. Now it’s up to you, Luna. You’re his mate so the healing will be faster,” the same doctor who had spoken earlier says. Guilt creeps into me knowing I’m not his fated mate. My presence alone can’t help with his healing. But maybe I can lick his wounds like I did before. After they all leave, I lift the blanket off his back. He’s lying on his stomach so that his wounds can heal properly.

Nobody must ever see the weak side of me. I don't know how long I sat there waiting for the test result I had been coming to run every three months. But so many things ran through my mind. Since he cheated on me, I have to leave, right? That has always been my slogan. You cheat, I leave. But why do I feel so reluctant to leave Liam? It was as though I was still attached to him in one way. Was it the mate bond? Yes, definitely it. "You're pregnant, Luna." Those three words made me snap back to reality. I looked skeptically at the widely smiling woman who had become my doctor all through these five years.

Well in your case a Luna “ she looked beyond shocked “ that’s not what I wanted you have to believe me I.. “ I cut her of “ its ok, after all this years the pack deserves a true leader that will lead with wisdom instead of fear , you will be amazing at this “ I say as I hold her close to me I knew she was freaking out inside I could almost feel it so it was my job as her mate to calm and reassure her so that’s what I did all the way to the infirmary. By the time we got there and the pack doctor looked at her wounds they were all gone and had left behind a small scare where a big cuts were.

he says before he moves to start hooking Jenna up to an IV. “The best we can do is wait and pray to the Moon Goddess Jenna has enough strength left to start the healing process. We can keep her comfortable as best we can. We cannot take away all her pain or she will remain in limbo endlessly. The drugs would render her incapable of healing herself,” he mutters as much to me as to himself. He is trying to figure out how best to help his Luna while trying to encourage her to heal herself.

And I—I will rise, again and again, until the name Luna Lucy is no longer spoken in fear, but in fire. Let them all remember what it cost to try and break me. Because I’m not broken. I’m the storm they should have never created.

"I am unbroken." "You're healing. There's a difference." He traced a finger down my cheek, following the curve of my jaw. "I don't want a broken Luna. I want a fierce one. A wolf who will stand beside me and bite the hand that reaches for my throat. Prove to me tonight that you're that wolf."

Did I hear right? I let out a humourless laughter, turning to West. “Does he know I could behead him?” “I'm not afraid of being beheaded. I've lived long enough,” the healer retorted, unfazed. “Your Luna is powerful, more than I've ever seen. She won't die. Her blood will repel the poison on its own, eventually burning it out of her system. She'll heal, it'll just take time.” “So we do nothing?” I asked, incredulous.

But I know all too well that they would sooner kill us than let Remus get his hands on us. “It’s been a long time, sister. I’m sure they have forgiven you by now,” Melanie tried to persuade me once again. “Don Mariano isn’t exactly known for his forgiveness, you know that,” I emphasised. Don Mariano was our alpha, a dangerous and rigid figure. “No, but he loves his people,” she countered. “I am no longer one of his people,” I laughed bitterly. “Regardless of how far we’ve come, Emilia, we will always remain a Luna,” Melanie recalled enthusiastically. The status of being a Luna held significant weight and influence.

They looked at each other, the bond humming with overlapping fear and relief and something tentative that might one day grow into trust. “Lyra,” he said, very quietly, “I don’t know how to be this without making mistakes.” “I know,” she replied. “I don’t know how to be this either. Blessed Luna. Council consultant. Mother. Mate to the man who broke me and is now trying very hard not to do it again.” He flinched at that but didn’t look away. “But I do know,” she finished, “how to cut away rot without killing the organ. That’s all this is. Slow surgery. Boring rehab. And maybe—if we’re very, very careful—something like healing.”

If she’s Lucinda’s mother, then that means she’s the Frostbite Pack’s Alpha. “Luna Crystalia,” I bowed my head before, but she lifted my head up and looked at me with a soft smile on her face. Luna Crystalia looked like a kind person with her eyes slanted downwards. “There’s no need to address me as the Luna. You saved my daughter’s life.” Luna Crystalia coughed badly, which showed that she was in poor health. “Luna Crystalia, are you okay?” I asked her worriedly. “I’m just sick,” Luna Crystalia answered. “I want to thank you personally for saving my daughter.”