From Rejected Mate to Luna (Julia White) novel Chapter 183

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From Rejected Mate to Luna

Chapter 183

Julia’s POV

I had just finished adjusting Mrs. Tanner’s IV when John rushed into the isolation ward, his expression tight with tension.

“The Council meeting got cut short,‘ he whispered, glancing around to make sure we weren’t overheard. “Nathan started coughing so hard he couldn’t speak, and when Connor suggested he take a break, he nearly took the man’s head off.

“Probably just stress,” I replied, recording Mrs. Tanner’s vitals on her chart. “He’s been raging about our facility for days.”

“No, John shook his head. “Eric says it’s more than that. Nathan tried to hide it, but his eyes were bloodshot, and when Grace tried to steady him, she pulled back saying he was burning up.”

My hands froze mid–notation. The symptoms were unmistakable–the same ones I’d been treating in dozens of patients. The irony wasn’t lost on me: Nathan, who had dismissed the werewolf flu as “nothing serious” and threatened to shut down my isolation ward, was now showing signs of infection himself.

“He’ll never admit it,” I said, forcing myself back to work. “His pride wouldn’t allow it.”

Before John could respond, my brother’s voice crashed into my mind.

Julia. He collapsed. Nathan just collapsed in the middle of giving orders to Dad. His temperature’s higher than Dad’s was. We need you.

Eric’s mindlink was frantic–something I’d never heard from my arrogant brother before. I gripped the medication cart to steady myself.

Why me? He has the pack doctor.

They say it’s progressing too fast. And with Dad gone… we all think you’re the only one who understands this enough to help.

I laughed bitterly, drawing concerned glances from nearby volunteers. Now you want my help? After he threatened to shut us down yesterday?

Please, Julia. Whatever he did to you… he’s dying.

The syringe in my hand suddenly felt heavy. I closed my eyes, memories flooding back–Nathan’s cruel smile as he rejected me, his threats when I tried to build a life without him, the way he’d attacked John.

But I’d also sworn an oath to heal.

“John,‘ I said, grabbing my medical bag, “I need you to oversee things while I’m gone. Follow the protocols we established.

Nathan’s mansion was exactly what you’d expect from an Alpha–imposing, luxurious, and designed to intimidate. Security warriors flanked the entizace. their expressions darkening when they spotted me.

“She’s cleared,‘ Eric said, appearing at the door. The Council approved her entry.”

My brother looked terrible–dark circles under his eyes, his usually immaculate clothes wrinkled.

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“How bad?” I asked as we hurried through the marble entryway.

“Temperatures at 105 and rising. He’s having seizures every thirty minutes. Dr. Moore gave him the standard medication, but his metabolism is burning through it too fast.

Eric’s voice dropped lower. Grace packed her things and left an hour after he collapsed. Said she didn’t sign up to be a nurse and something about not risking exposure.”

I wasn’t surprised. Grace had always seemed more interested in Nathan’s position than in Nathan himself.

We reached the master bedroom, transformed into an impromptu medical suite. Medical equipment beeped steadily. In the center of the king–sized bed lay Nathan, his powerful frame looking diminished. His skin was flushed with fever, his breathing labored.

Emma, Nathan’s mother,

Her once–vibrant fac

eyes–the same

Connor

The sight of her shocked me. It had been more than one year since Alpha Robert’s funeral, but she still looked pale movements mechanical as she replaced the cold compress on Nathan’s forehead. I recognized the vacant look in her Matthew when he spoke of Rachel. The pain of a lost mate.

members stood at the foot of the bed, their faces grim.

ed open as I approached. Recognition flickered in those fevered pths, followed by anger and shame.

you,” he rasped, trying to push my hand away, his movement

not your rejected mate,” I replied evenly, checking his pulse

nd uncoordinated.

dical professional doing her job.”

looked up at me, her eyes focusing with effort. “Thank you

The treatment I had in mind was experimental–I’d develope our isolation ward, but the dosage for an Alpha–level meta

A metabolic regulator combined with a modified ar so the medication can take effect.”

she said, her voice a shadow of the commanding tone I remembered.

ing antiviral protocols for werewolf physiology. It had worked on severe cases in be tricky.

ad, I explained, preparing the injection. “It will temporarily slow his werewolf metabolism

Emma sat silently, her hand never leavi

room where her mate had once stood

how she flinched at sudden noises, how her eyes constantly drifted to the empty side of the g her from within, even as she tried to stay strong for Nathan.

The minutes ticked by with ex oxygen levels began to imp

“The medicatio

in’s convulsions gradually subsided. Around 3 AM, his fever had dropped one critical degree, and his

7:18 pm

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‘Emma,‘ I said gently, you should rest too. The Mate’s Grief… it won’t heal if you drive yourself to collapse.”

A single tear slid down her cheek. How did you know?

I’ve seen it before, I answered, thinking of Matthew. The emptiness. The disconnection.”

She nodded, looking down at her hands. Everything feels… muted. Like I’m underwater.”

I’ll have someone bring you something to help you sleep,‘ I promised.

As I mad

ward the isolation facility, I felt Matthew’s presence.

the edge of the medical center grou willpower not to run into his arm

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