My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128

Cassia’s mouth fell open as she saw Aiden collapse, blood pooling beneath him, bullet holes torn across his chest and shoulders. For a heartbeat, the whole world stilled. Her pulse thundered painfully in her ears.

Arthur’s nightmare flashed through her mind…his frightened words about seeing Aiden die. No. No, it couldn’t happen.

Her knees nearly buckled as she saw Aiden’s claws and fangs retract, his glowing eyes dimming, lids fluttering closed.

“Aiden!” she cried, stumbling forward. She dropped to her knees and caught his head in her hands, shaking him desperately. “Stay with me! Don’t you dare close your eyes!”

His breath came shallow, broken, slipping away. Panic choked her throat. Her son…what would Arthur do if he lost his father just when he’d begun to find him?

Tears blurred her vision. She lifted her gaze, just in time to see Dante dragging Sofia toward the door. Rage seared through her chest. Every part of her wanted to lunge, to rip Sofia apart herself but Aiden needed her.

“No, no, no,” she whispered fiercely, shaking his blood-slick body “You’re not leaving me like this!”

James, soaked in gore from battle, appeared at her side. Without a word, he scooped Aiden up and carried him out, Cassia following, her hands pressed hard against Aiden’s wounds as the sped to the car.

At the hospital, chaos swallowed everything.

The double doors slammed open, and Aiden was rushed into the theatre. Cassia shoved her arms into her doctor’s jacket with trembling hands, snapping on gloves as the harsh white lights glared down.

She forced her mind into stillness. She was not the broken mate right now. She was the surgeon. The Alpha on the table wasn’t just her past…he was her patient, the father of her son. If she faltered even once, he would die.

The stench of scorched flesh and wolfsbane-laced blood was suffocating, clinging to her throat like poison smoke. The wounds weren’t ordinary…ten silver bullets, each wrapped in wolfsbane. Survival should have been impossible.

But she refused to accept that.

“Retractor!” her voice cracked sharp through the silence. A nurse shoved it into her palm. Cassia pulled open torn flesh, her stomach twisting as she saw the blackened skin burning around the embedded metal.

Aiden’s body convulsed, a guttural growl escaping his throat even in unconsciousness. The veins around his wounds pulsed with a faint, sickly glow…the wolfsbane burning through him like acid.

The heart monitor wailed, his rhythm dipping lower and lower. Every shrill beep stabbed her ribs.

“Scalpel,” she demanded.

The blade cut into his poisoned flesh with a hiss, smoke curling from the sizzling wound. The sound was unbearable. Her hands trembled for only a moment..then she forced them stead She would not lose him.

She slid blood-slick fingers inside, searching until they brushed hetal. The wolfsbane stung her skin instantly, like tire crawling up her arm. She gritted her teeth, hissed in pain, but clenched harder and ripped the bullet out with a wet clink onto the tray.

“One down,” she breathed. Nine more.

Gasps filled the room.

The monitor stuttered. One faint beat. Then another. And another, stronger.

Cassia’s chest broke with relief. She bent down and crushed her mouth against his….not in passion, but in defiance. A kiss of life, raw and desperate, pouring her wolf, her grief, her fury, her love into him. The mate bond flared, alive and burning, knitting what had been broken for years.

Aiden’s body jerked violently. His chest rose in a shuddering breath, a choking gasp tearing free. The monitor leapt into a steady rhythm.

He was alive.

Cassia pulled back, trembling, her lips salty with tears and blood Around her, voices shouted in relief, but all she could hear was the sound of his fragile breathing.

Her wolf settled inside her….whole again, and happy he was alive

But fear clawed at her chest. What had she just done? Why had she kissed him? Why did she say those words to him, that he shouldn’t leave her?

Her hands shook as she tore off her gloves, backing away. She couldn’t look at him… not now, not with her emotions tearing her apart.

She turned, shoulders rigid, and fled the theatre.