From Betrayed Luna to Wolf Queen (Lillian) novel Chapter 115

Third–Person POV:

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Julian had always been sharp. The shift in Lillian’s demeanor didn’t escape him–it felt loaded, like something had clicked into place behind her eyes.

She kept feeding him, spoonful after spoonful, that faint smile never leaving her face.

For a moment, Julian almost believed she’d had some kind of realization. That maybe she’d stopped fighting, stopped pulling

away.

Right as he started to think she wouldn’t bring up dissolving the mate bond again, the new nutritionist–Greta, the one who’d started that day–appeared in the doorway.

“Stop! Don’t drink that!”

Greta’s voice cut through the room, high and panicked, just as Lillian brought another spoonful to Julian’s lips.

Lilliah froze.

Julian turned toward the door.

Half the oatmeal was already gone. He’d eaten most of what Lillian had fed him.

At Greta’s outburst, Lillian’s gaze slid toward her. The warmth that had been there moments ago vanished, replaced by something cold and cutting.

“What?”

Greta’s heart slammed against her ribs. She crossed the room in a few quick strides and snatched the bowl out of Lillian’s hands.

When she saw how little was left, her eyes went wide with horror.

The bowl slipped from her trembling fingers and hit the floor with a sharp crack. Oatmeal and ceramic shards scattered everywhere,

Lillian stood up and slapped her hard across the face.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Greta’s voice came out as a strangled scream. “The hospital–get him to the hospital, now!”

Julian’s jaw tightened.

Lillian’s voice was ice. “Did you put something in the oatmeal?”

So it really was poisoned.

Of course,

Julian’s stomach dropped. He looked at Lillian, then turned a deadly gaze on Greta.

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Chapter 115 Planning a Two–Front War

Greta was crying, shaking her head. “Luna, please–have mercy. Please.”

I picked up the cup in front of me and took a slow sip.

It was one of those restorative blends–for my health.

I drank quietly, saying nothing.

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My face probably looked calm. Kind, even. Which was probably why everyone in the Graves Pack always thought they could push me around.

Seeing me stay silent, Greta got more desperate. “Luna-”

“Don’t call me that. I don’t like the title.”

Luna. I’d had enough of being the Graves Pack Luna. I never wanted to hear that word again.

Greta froze, then corrected herself. “Miss Moore. Please–I really can’t say anything. Just let me go.”

said, “Looks like you’re not in enough pain yet.”

raised an eyebrow at George.

He nodded and started toward her.

Greta panicked. “No–don’t!”

The two fingers broken back at Laurel Manor probably still throbbed. She clutched her hand instinctively.

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