My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179

“Evelyn Lopez,” Nurse Mira said as she pushed the ward door open.

Cassia froze.

Her breath hitched as her gaze fell on the scene before her. It was her family.

Her father… Beta Greg…stood beside the bed, his broad shoulders now slightly bent with age, while the doctor inserted a drip into her mother’s arm. Her mother lay there…Evelyn Lopez, unconscious and pale against the white sheets. Beside the bed. her younger sister Gloria sat on a chair, a nurse wrapping a bandage around her arm.

Cassia couldn’t move. Her whole body locked in place, every nerve trembling.

It was them.

Her family.

For a second, she thought she was dreaming. That her mind was playing tricks on her again. But when she dug her nails into her palm and felt the sting of pain, she knew it was real.

It was all real.

Her throat tightened, tears burning behind her eyes. Seven years Seven long, lonely years since she’d seen them. They had changed. Her father, once strong and vibrant, now had streaks of gray in his hair and a frailty that broke her heart. He looked older, worn, as if life itself had drained him.

The doctor who had been attending to Evelyn finally turned and blinked in surprise.

“Oh, Doctor Cassia-good thing you’re here,” she said.

Beta Greg and Gloria turned at once toward the doorway.

And froze.

Both of them stared at her in disbelief.

It was Amelia.

They’d buried her. They’d mourned her. Yet there she was…alive standing in front of them, wearing a doctor’s coat with a different name.

“Doctor Cassia,” the doctor continued, oblivious to the tension filing the room. “I was told you’d be taking over this case.”

Cassia blinked, her mind snapping back to the present. “Yes. I’llke over. They’re my patients now.” Her voice trembled, but she steadied it. “Thank you, Doctor.”

The woman nodded, handed her the patient file, and left. The other nurses followed quietly behind…including Mira…until Cassia was alone in the ward. Alone with the ghosts of her past.

She stepped fully inside.

Her eyes locked on her father, who stood frozen, his face caught between confusion and disbelief.

“Dad…” Cassia’s voice broke as the word slipped from her lips. It sted foreign, rusty from disuse.

Beta Greg’s eyes widened. “Amelia?” he whispered. His voice cracked. “Is that really you?”

Cassia swallowed hard and nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. Memories flashed like lightning that night she had gone home, their fight over Aiden, her mother defending her, her father’s fury, the heartbreak that followed.

“Yes, Father. It’s me.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Cassia stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him.

He stiffened in shock, his body trembling under her touch. Slowly, cautiously, he inhaled her scent-the scent he knew by heart. A sob caught in his throat as he closed his arms around her. His chest heaved once, twice, before his composure broke.

They held each other tightly, two broken souls clinging to what was left of a lost time.

“Dad!” Cassia caught him before he fell, guiding him to a nearby couch. “Are you alright?”

He gave a shaky nod. “Yeah… thank you.”

Cassia studied his face… the pallor of his skin, the tremor in his unds. Something wasn’t right.

“You’ll be checked as well,” she said gently. “You too, Gloria.”

Greg nodded weakly.

Cassia hesitated for a moment, then smiled faintly. “Have you een? Tell me what you want, I’ll get it for you.”

Greg and Gloria exchanged a glance before looking back at her.

“Alright then,” Cassia said softly, forcing a small laugh through her tears. “Dad, your favorite has always been pasta. And Gloria-rice, right?”

They both nodded.

“I’ll get them immediately and be back soon,” she said, clutching the file to her chest. She turned quickly and walked out of the ward before her emotions betrayed her.

Once the door closed behind her, Cassia leaned back against it.

Her breathing came out in sharp bursts. She pressed a trembling hand against her chest, trying to calm her racing heart. The flood of emotion threatened to drown her – joy, disbelief, guilt, relief.

After seven years of loss and emptiness, she had finally found her family again.

Tears slipped down her cheeks as she whispered to herself,

“They’re alive… they’re really alive.”