From Rejected Mate to Luna (Julia White) novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213

Julia’s POV

The ward had finally settled into a quiet rhythm after the post–pandemic rush. I moved efficiently between patients, checking vitals and updating charts. Focusing on work helped quiet the storm in my mind–the confusion, hurt, and unwelcome flutter of hope that had taken residence there since Matthew had appeared on my

doorstep yesterday.

And yet, even as I concentrated on Mrs. Rodriguez’s medication schedule, I couldn’t ignore his presence. He sat in the waiting area, perfectly still, watching me with those intent eyes. He hadn’t approached, hadn’t tried to speak

to me since this morning. He just….. waited.

He’s been there for hours, Kaia whined. He’s not giving up.

That doesn’t erase what he did, I replied silently, though my heart skipped every time I glimpsed him through the

glass partition.

“Your shadow’s still there,” Nurse Jenkins whispered, nodding toward Matthew. “Half the staff is swooning, you

know. Something about the brooding Alpha vibe.”

I rolled my eyes. “He can brood all he wants. I have work to do.”

Three more hours passed with this strange dance–me pretending to ignore him, him waiting with unnatural

patience. The whispers from the nurses‘ station grew more insistent as the day wore on. I caught fragments: “that

handsome Alpha” and “Julia’s man” and “what happened between them?”

A code blue interrupted my thoughts. Toby Martinez, an eighteen–year–old shifter, was seizing violently, his

temperature spiking dangerously high.

“He needs the silver ion suppressant!” I called out, reaching for the medication cabinet. Before I could turn,

Matthew was beside me, the correct vial already in his hand.

I stared in surprise, but there wasn’t time to question. I administered the medication, and Toby’s seizure gradually

subsided.

“How did you know?” I asked Matthew afterward, when we stepped aside.

He shrugged. “Silver ion suppressant is standard protocol for shifter with acute febrile seizures. His eyes softened. “And I’ve watched you work enough to recognize your treatment patterns.”

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Before I could respond, the head nurse called for a chart, and Matthew handed it to me before I even asked. Throughout the next hour, it happened repeatedly–sterilizing wipes, test results, patient files–each appearing in his hands just as I needed them.

“Do you two have telepathy or something?” John asked, eyeing us suspiciously.

“No,” I said quickly, while Kaia purred contentedly in my mind.

Are you helping him? I demanded of my wolf.

Kaia only responded with a low, satisfied whimper.

The afternoon brought a critical case–an elderly shifter named Mr. Holloway experiencing an adverse reaction to standard medication. Dr. Moore looked uncertain when I suggested an alternative treatment protocol.

“Perhaps we should get Alpha Collins‘ opinion,” he said, glancing at Matthew, who had somehow materialized beside us. “Given the patient’s age and status in the pack-”

“This is Julia’s area of expertise,” Matthew interrupted, his voice gentle but firm. “I trust her judgment.”

The room fell silent. Dr. Moore nodded, and we proceeded with my treatment plan. An hour later, Mr. Holloway stabilized, his breathing more regular, his pain reduced.

In the hallway, I caught Matthew watching me, a small smile playing at his lips. Something warm and dangerous

unfurled in my chest.

As my shift ended, I gathered my things and headed toward the exit, aware of Matthew’s steady presence following a few steps behind me. The walk home was silent, our footsteps falling into a synchronized rhythm that felt oddly

comforting.

“You don’t have to escort me,” I said over my shoulder, not slowing my pace.

“I know.” His voice was quiet, unassuming. “But I will.”

When we reached my apartment building, I hesitated at the entrance, then turned to face him. Something about his unwavering vigilance throughout the day had created a bubble of security I hadn’t realized I’d been missing.

The evening air carried the scent of approaching rain, and moonlight caught in his hair.

“There’s a garden behind the apartment,” I said quietly. “We can talk there.”

The moon garden was deserted at this hour, silver light bathing the white flowers that bloomed along the path. I

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sat on a stone bench, and Matthew kept a respectful distance.

“Why did you really come looking for me?” I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. ‘Is it because you discovered I didn’t become an Alpha, so now I’m available to follow you back?”

Matthew’s expression tightened. “I decided to find you before I knew that.”

“And what were you planning to do? Ask me to give up my job here? My life?”

“No.” He looked down at his hands. “I’ve contacted my father. He’s coming back to take over as Alpha of Spring

Valley.

The words hit me like a physical blow. “You’re giving up your pack? For… me?”

“Not giving up entirely,” he clarified. “Dad will step in temporarily. But I’ve made arrangements to change how I lead, where I live… everything.”

Our wolves stirred, reaching for each other across the mindlink that had been dormant for weeks. The connection trembled between us, fragile but strengthening.

“I never wanted to be an Alpha,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.

“I know that now.”

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