From Betrayed Luna to Wolf Queen (Lillian) novel Chapter 148

pup, the next you’re back out living your life. But for an Omega? For her body? That’s not how this works. Severing that mental link with the pup takes a toll. She needs rest. She needs

to recover.”

The words kept coming, piling on top of Julian, pinning him in place.

He couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

Lillian was still unconscious, the anesthesia keeping her under.

Julian walked to the door of her room, his legs heavy as lead. Thomas trailed behind.

Glancing through the window at Lillian, Thomas kept his voice low. “Helen’s on her way. We’ve arranged for caretakers around the clock.

Julian’s chest heaved.

Ever since that doctor had spoken to him, his heart hadn’t stopped pounding. Erratic. Wrong.

Thomas‘ words reached his ears, but they sounded muffled, like he was hearing them from underwater.

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Julian’s voice came out softer than she expected. You want to lead Cobouser

One eyebrow arched. “Why?”

“You hate the smell of hospitals. You’d be more comfortable work at for munt

For a second, his tone was almost… gentle.

Too gentle, honestly. So much so that Lillian just stared at hin

Since when did he know what she liked or didn’t like? That was new,

Julian reached out, brushing his thumb across her cheek–will too pale. “los coming, or o

Her voice stayed flat. “You go ahead.”

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Me go ahead? So I leave first, and you vanish again the second my back’s turned?”

He’d meant it.

From now on, Lillian wasn’t disappearing from his sight. Not for a minute. Not for a second

Last time, he’d walked away, and she’d slipped through his fingers like smoke.

Not again. Never again.

Hearing that, Lillian’s face hardened, “What did the doctor say?”

The question landed like a slap.

Julian froze. Just for a heartbeat–but long enough.

His fingers tightened around the cigarette, almost crushing it.

But the pause was brief. “Nothing major. Just that you need to rest. Take it easy for a while!

Lillian pinned him with her stare. “That’s it?”

“Yeah. That’s it.”

“Which hospital is this?”

“Gilneas City Medical Center”

The name wasn’t familiar. Not the pack hospital Something flickered across her face.

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Had this hospital also kept the truth from Julian Or–another thought, colder–bad Margaret and Iris gotten to these doctors too?

If that was the case…

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Then they’d been too soft on Margaret lately. Way too soft. Soft enough that she still had energy to pull strings behind the scenes.

Lillian went quiet again, and Julian pressed. “Home or not?”

Home.

She really did hate the way hospitals smelled. That antiseptic sting never left her nose.

But Julian…

“How long was I out?”

“Three or four hours.”

Her pulse stumbled. Three or four hours, and he’d just… sat there? Waiting for her to wake up?

What was this act now? This sudden terror that she might disappear?

Julian watched her face and said, “If you don’t want to go back, that’s fine. I’ll have Thomas bring everything here. Work, whatever.”

Lillian’s voice came out sharper than she meant. “I’m going back. Why wouldn’t I go back?”

She hated hospital smell. That was real.

But Julian’s sudden attentiveness? That did nothing for her. If anything, the clinginess was already getting on her nerves.

Hearing she’d go, Julian stood up. Tossed the unlit cigarette in the trash.

Then he bent, scooped her up, and wrapped his jacket around her like an extra layer.

He carried her all the way to the car.

At the elevator, stepping outside, he pulled the jacket tighter–instinctive, like he was afraid she’d catch a chill.

Lillian felt small in his arms. Petite. Like something breakable.

Thomas had already cranked the heat. The second Lillian was inside, warmth wrapped

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around her.

Julian didn’t let go. Just held her there.

She shifted. “Put me down.”

His voice rumbled near her car. “Shh. Sleep.”

The anesthesia was still wearing off–her head was fuzzy, heavy.

Lillian frowned. “You smell. It’s making me nauseous.”

Julian’s face went stiff.

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Thomas, who’d been about to mention that the estate’s medical team was already assembled

and waiting, clamped his mouth shut. The air in the car had just turned arctic.

Julian looked down at the woman in his arms.

His hand came up, catching her chin. Firm. “Nauseous? Because of me?”

Lillian jerked her head, trying to twist free.

His grip tightened. “Say it.”

She glared up at him. “You already know exactly how disgusting you are.”

His jaw clenched. “Yeah. I’m disgusting. Good thing you’ve got a lifetime to get used to it.”

Lillian was too furious to speak.

Thomas, caught in the middle of this war zone, wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

When the people at the top fought, the ones underneath always got crushed.

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