Novel & Cerita His Doctor His True Luna

"Now talk before I drag your ass to Lorenzo myself." "Sure." He leaned back against the wall like this was some casual chat between old friends. "Look, I know you're not too happy with the Luna." The way he said it made me suspicious. "What?" "Luna Hayley." He said. "I've seen the way you watch her, and I know that you don't trust her, let alone liking her." I folded my arms. "And what the hell does that have to do with you?" "Everything, really." He said simply. "Because I don't trust her either."

"But her allegiance is not solely yours to claim." Marcus flushed, sputtering. "Alpha Damon, this is neither the time nor the place—" "This is precisely the time and the place," Damon overrode him smoothly, his authority absolute. He addressed the hall, his voice ringing with command. "You all know the truth of the bond between us. A truth I was unforgivably blind to." His eyes locked back onto mine, fierce and unwavering. "That blindness ends now." He took another deliberate step closer. "Seraphina of Silver Crescent is my destined mate. My Luna."

“There are many things… that will make this impossible for us.” “Do you still love me?” I finally had the courage to ask. “I can’t claim you. Without the Claiming, I can’t mark you. I can’t give you the title of a Luna.” “I don’t need the title or the mark. I want you. I’ll be okay if I’m just the female beside you. They don’t need to call me Luna.” “No, Amber,” he cut me off. “That’s not what I want for you. You deserve to be a Luna. I can’t give you that.”

{The Doctor’s POV} In response to what the Luna had just asked, I nodded, my eyes bulging wide with fear. I didn’t know what to say anymore. I thought I had the courage—I thought I had the heart to speak the truth—but the fear of Sai was already living rent-free in my head. My mind was a mess. I couldn’t think straight, and before I could gather my thoughts, the Luna’s voice broke through, loud and chaotic. “I won’t ask you this damn question again!” she thundered. “This is your last chance to tell me the truth. If you don’t, you’ll die right here!”

I took a deep breath, plastered a graceful, flawless smile onto my face, and turned around slowly to face him. "What exactly do you mean by that question, Lucas?" I asked, tilting my head in mock confusion. "You are speaking to your Luna. Have you forgotten your manners?" Lucas did not flinch. He did not bow. He stood his ground, his eyes burning with a terrifying, absolute certainty. "I meant exactly what I said," Lucas stated, his voice dangerously quiet. "I know for a fact that you are not the Luna. You are not Evelyn."

Alpha Asher said without taking his eyes off Luna. The door opened and Dr. Williams, the pack’s elderly doctor, walked in carrying a black medical bag. He was in his sixties with gray hair and kind eyes, and he’d been the pack doctor for over thirty years. “Alpha,” Dr. Williams said respectfully, bowing slightly to Alpha Asher. Then his eyes fell on Luna and his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Luna? What are you doing here?” Luna’s face flushed with embarrassment. “I… I’m not feeling well, Doctor,” she said quietly, looking down at her hands.

Stopping beside him, she spoke calmly, “Is there anything I can help you with?” Her eyes softened slightly as she continued, “I am the Luna. I’m supposed to help you carry the responsibilities of the pack.” For a brief moment, silence filled the area around them. Aurora waited for Damien to answer. But he said nothing. Instead— Cassandra laughed softly. A mocking sound. Aurora slowly turned toward her. Cassandra crossed her arms elegantly before speaking. “Who do you think you are?” Aurora’s expression hardened slightly. Cassandra stepped closer.

the doctor shared with me. “What else could be in her system?” I asked. “There are new drugs in the underground world that are just starting to surface. I fear it could be one of those; if it is, healing the Luna will pose a challenge,” the doctor said, honestly. “I do not care what you have to do, ensure she has the best care and is one hundred percent healed,” I replied angrily.

"Your grandmother is a psychotic witch who murdered your parents and has been manipulating your entire life. How are you feeling?" "How do you think I am feeling?" I slammed the glass down. "Everything I believed was a lie. My parents, my pack placement, even Kieran's rejection—all orchestrated by her." "And the power she mentioned?" His ice-blue eyes studied me carefully. "The Lunar Wolf thing. Is that real?" "I do not know." I looked at my hands, remembering the silver light, the ancient symbols. "I do not know what I am anymore." "You are my Luna," Alexei said firmly. "That much is real. Everything else we will figure out together."

“I’m really sorry for scaring you.” His eyes met mine. “Just promise me you won’t sneak out again, especially when you feel weak.” “I promise.” He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Good. I do hope you keep your promise this time around.” The door opened again. The doctor walked in with a clipboard, wearing a bright smile that immediately made me suspicious. He looked far too cheerful for someone who usually gave serious updates. “How are you feeling, Luna?” he asked, checking my charts. “Better,” I replied slowly. “Still a little tired.”