From Rejected Mate to Luna (Julia White) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Nathan’s POV

I extended the claws on my right hand, watching them glint in the

harsh fluorescent lighting. The guard had rushed off to call for help

after seeing my “suicide attempt” with the mouse blood. I could

already hear the commotion outside–they would be contacting my

father immediately. Protocol demanded it.

But I knew my father too well. He would see through this deception in

seconds. The mouse blood might fool these wolves temporarily, but

Robert Reynolds hadn’t become Alpha by being easily fooled. One

look and he’d know I was manipulating the situation.

No, I needed something more convincing. Something real.

Wolf claws were remarkably sharp–capable of tearing through flesh

with minimal effort. I positioned my left arm over the small sink in

the corner of my cell. No need to make more of a mess than

necessary.

With clinical precision, I dragged my claws across my left wrist,

applying just enough pressure to create a real wound without hitting

anything vital. Blood immediately welled up, bright red against my

skin. I felt the sting, but it was distant, unimportant compared to

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what I would gain.

The cut wasn’t deep enough to be life–threatening–I wasn’t actually trying to die, just create a convincing display. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and pressed it against the wound, letting enough blood soak through to make it look serious. Then I leaned back on the bed and closed my eyes, arranging my features into an expression of

hopeless despair.

An hour later, the detention facility’s meeting room had been

converted into an impromptu medical recovery space. I lay on a bed

that had been brought in, my bandaged wrist resting visibly on top of

the blanket. Dr. Moore had cleaned and stitched the wound, looking

concerned but not fooled.

“This is not deep enough to be life–threatening,” he’d murmured as he

worked.

I’d said nothing, keeping my expression blank, waiting for the real

audience to arrive.

The door burst open, and my father strode in, his Alpha presence

filling the room instantly. Behind him came my mother, her face pale

with worry.

“Nathan?” My father’s voice was thick with emotion–anger, fear, and

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something that sounded remarkably like guilt. “What have you done

to yourself?”

Mother pushed past him, rushing to my bedside. “My baby! Oh,

Nathan!”

She pulled back the blanket to examine my bandaged wrist, her hands

trembling as she gently touched the gauze. “What have they done to

you here? How could they let this happen?”

I averted my gaze, letting my body slump into the pillows. “I couldn’t

take it anymore,” I whispered, making my voice deliberately weak.

“The isolation, the silence… everyone treating me like I’m nothing.”

The guilt on my father’s face was exactly what I’d hoped for. I fought

to keep the satisfaction from showing in my eyes.

“Alpha Reynolds,” Dr. Moore began formally. “We’ve taken every

precaution with your son’s detention. There was no indication he was

at risk of self–harm.”

“Then you weren’t watching closely enough,” my mother snapped, her

protective instincts fully activated. “Look at him! My son has never

been in trouble before this… this misunderstanding with that Julia.

And now he’s driven to harm himself? This is unacceptable!”

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Father placed a restraining hand on her shoulder. “Emma, please.

Let’s hear what Nathan has to say.”

I swallowed hard, looking up at them with carefully manufactured

vulnerability. “I just… I’ve been thinking about everything that

happened. About Julia. I paused, letting my voice break slightly. “I

never meant for things to go this far. I know I made mistakes with

her.”

“You made mistakes with a lot of people,” my father said, his

expression stern despite his obvious concern. “Julia White is just one

in a long line of poor decisions.”

“Robert!” Mother’s voice was sharp with disapproval. “Can’t you see

he’s suffering? This is hardly the time for criticism!”

“When is the time, Emma?” Father countered, his frustration evident.

“This is exactly why we’re in this situation. Every time Nathan does

something wrong, you rush to defend him. He never faces

consequences.”

“So this is my fault?” Mother’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Because I

love my son? Because I’ve supported him his entire life?”

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