My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107

Chapter 107

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Cassia had gone back to the hospital to collect the rest of her things before moving into the new apartment James had found for them. Arthur was asleep in the car, so she left him there with he window cracked and hurried into the hallway. Nurse Mira appeared at the same time, walking toward her with a file clutched in both hands.

“Doctor Cassia…” Mira called, and Cassia turned.

“The DNA test result is out,” Mira said, pressing the file into Cassia’s hands. Worry had carved lines across the nurse’s face. Cassia studied Mira’s expression for only a second before opening the folder and scanning the pages. The letters swam for a heartbeat, then everything snapped into a cold clarity: Aiden wasn’t Ethan’s father.

Cassia froze. The paper trembled between her fingers. All those years…Aiden’s care, his training, his days and nights had been built on a lie. He’d been loving, teaching, and worrying over a child who wasn’t his blood. Her mouth went dry. How could Sofia be so manipulative, so poisonous? She ran her hand through her hair and bit the inside of her cheek, tasting copper and shock.

“Doctor Cassia, what do I do?” Mira’s voice cracked the silence.

Cassia looked up, forcing herself steady. “Have you found the donor for Ethan yet?”

“No. We’re still searching. He doesn’t have much time left. If he n’t given blood within the next forty-eight hours, he’s going to die… He has a rare blood type, and it will take time to find a match,” Mira answered, each word a small hammer. Cassia pressed her lips together until they hurt.

The room tilted. Sofia’s confession..Eva’s murder and now Ethan’s life hanging by a thread. Cassia felt pulled between something raw and red: the fierce, animal ache for vengeance, and the sharper, steadier need to save the child. She had wanted Sofia to know the devastation she’d caused, to feel the same hollow that had hollowed her out. To feel the pain of losing a child. But the boy on the bed was a child. He was gentle and a good boy. She closed her eyes for a second and let herself feel the truth: she could not let him die.

“You should keep searching,” she said finally. Her voice was hoarse but controlled. “I’ll see what I can do.” Nurse Mira nodded, bowed her head, and left. Cassia remained where she was, the file heavy against her palms.

She wanted Sofia to know the taste of loss, to understand what losing a child felt like yet Ethan’s face rose in her mind. innocent and small. She opened her eyes, swallowed the rage, and turned away.

She climbed into her car and started the engine. The hospital receded behind her as she drove, every red light a tiny drumbeat of impatience. She had to speak with Sofia. Alone. She needed answers. She needed leverage.

At the Bloodwatch house, Sofia sat in a cell, the heavy quietness pressing in. Her handcuffs had been removed for now, but the bruises on her wrists throbbed. The darkness smelled of dust and old metal; somewhere nearby the soft scritch of rats and the chirp of crickets made the room feel alive in the wrong way.

She scrubbed at her scalp with one hand, irritated by the unrelenting damp and the closeness of the walls. Tears stung behind her eyelids. This had never been the plan. Dante had promised results. Dante had promised loyalty. Now everything had splintered. Her son, Ethan was slipping away in a hospital bed while she sat behind cold stone. Regret gnawed at her. Why had she not run when she could? Why had she trusted Dare to finish what she had started?

After her confession in front of the council, the situation had become inevitable. The Bloodwatch had kept her alive only because Aiden had not yet given the final order. The old law was lean and brutal: murder carned the same fate. Sofia’s throat tightened at the thought. She pictured Aiden’s eyes that day, how close they had come to murder when Alpha Alaric intervened. If he hadn’t been held back…

Still, a slow, desperate thought crept in. She and Aiden shared something tangible: Ethan. He was her son, and Aiden believed him to be his. Even if Ethan wasn’t biologically Aiden’s Sofia had worked hard to make sure no one would know… she could use the belief to her advantage. If she could reach Aid, bend him to protect her, perhaps she would buy time. Ethan was unconscious. She had to act fast.

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Chapter 107

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A key rattled. The cell door scraped open. A Bloodwatch warrior stepped in, all cold angles, and grabbed Sofia with more roughness than the moment deserved. Panic leapt through her chest.

“Where are you taking me?” she demanded as he hauled her toward a corridor. Her voice trembled. “You can’t kill me. I demand to see my son one last time. Don’t kill me, please. He needs me-”

He didn’t answer. He shoved her through a heavy door and pushed her into a small, windowless room, then locked the door behind them. The sound of metal closing was a finality Sofia felt in the marrow.

She fell to the floor in a heap and pounded at the door with her palms. “Please let me out!” she screamed. “Please-”

A voice slid into the room behind her, quiet as a blade. “So this is the face of fear.” Cassia’s voice spoke.

Sofia froze, half certain she’d imagined it. She turned slowly. Cassia sat in one of the two chairs in that sparse room, composed as if she belonged there. The sight of her sent a new wave of panic through Sofia.

“You… what are you doing here?” Sofia whispered, the question more plea than accusation. “Are you here to kill me?” Cassia’s jaw tightened. “Kill you? Death would be too merciful for you, Sofia. Not after what you did to my innocent daughter.” Her tone was steady, and it left no room for misinterpretation. “Now sit.”

Sofia stared away, shaking. “Just leave me alone…. I don’t want to talk to you,” she croaked.

Cassia rose and moved with the kind of deliberate calm that made Sofia’s skin crawl. She grabbed a handful of hair at the nape of Sofia’s neck and hauled her to her feet, dragging her toward the chair. Sofia screamed as she was forced down.

“What do you want from me?” Sofia whimpered, trembling.

Cassia’s hand closed into a fist. “What do I want from you?” she echoed, voice breaking like glass. “You killed my daughter. You tried to kill my son. And you have the audacity to ask me that?” The first strike landed across Sofia’s cheek. The sound of slapping was ugly in the small room. Sofia went down. Cassia hauled her up again and shoved her back into the chair.

Cassia steadied herself, breathing hard, eyes rimmed red with something that wasn’t entirely anger anymore…..something older and rawer and endless. “Now you will sit and listen to everything I have to say,” she said, each word measured and cold. “You will tell me the truth, or your son dies.”

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