My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180

The moment she closed the ward door behind her, Cassia pressel her back to it and placed both hands over her chest. Her heart slammed like a trapped animal; she breathed shallow, trying to slow it. For one terrible second the world tilted and she wondered if she’d ever feel steady again.

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.”

She wiped her tears and forced herself forward and walked toward her office. The doorknob refused to turn easily… the latch felt jagged under her palm, not as she’d left it. Someone had forded the door. Her skin prickled. She paused, fingers white on the knob, and tasted metal fear in the back of her throat.

She pushed the door open and switched the light on.

Alpha Alaric sat in her chair as if it were his throne. Two hulking men stood in the corners like carved sentries. On the desk the wooden box she’d locked and sealed lay slightly open. Inside the vials of Aurevra serum glowed faint gold, a fragile dawn in glass.

“Amelia Lopez… or should I call you Cassia Wrenmoor now?” Alaric said, rising smoothly as if he’d rehearsed the entrance. He reached into the box and lifted a vial up to the light, turning slowly between two fingertips.

Cassia’s breath hitched. “You can’t touch that!” she snapped, stepping forward until one of his guards moved in front of her. The man’s bulk cut off her path and she stopped, muscles coiled

Alaric pretended to think. “Why? Because it’s the cure for the sickness. What did you call it at the council meeting? Veylora, right?” His voice held a bored curiosity that made Cassia’s teeth ache.

Her jaw tightened. Every part of her wanted to snatch the vial from his hand. She steadied herself and forced her voice even. “What do you want, Alpha Alaric? This is my office. You don’t get to break my door and barge in.”

He did not look at her when he answered. He stared at the serum as if the bottle itself had hypnotic power. “I’m glad you asked the question.” He sat back in her chair with the slow grace of a man used to being obeyed. “I know this is the cure to Veylora, Amelia. I have known you were close to it for some time..yet you refused to tell the council. Why keep such a thing from the pack?”

Heat rose in her throat, her hands curling into fists at her sides. didn’t keep it to harm anyone. I need to run medical examinations. I cannot distribute it without testing. There could be side effects -”

He cut her off with a laugh that had no humour and then he frowned again.

“I’m not here to fight you,” Alaric said, his voice rough, strained with the effort to stay calm. He lifted his hands slightly in a silent truce. “These men are just my guards. They won’t harm you.”

Cassia’s teeth clenched. The sound of it was sharp in the silences her eyes flicked to the guards behind him, then back to his face…hard, unflinching, and unreadable.

Cassia yanked her hands free as if burned. “Don’t you dare touch me,” she spat, stepping back until the edge of her desk pressed into her hip. Blood hammered in her ears. “I’m a doctor first. I will only administer when I deem it safe.”

Alaric’s smile was thin, dangerous. “I’m not Aiden who is enchanted by pretty words. You cannot deceive me, Amelia.” His fingers tightened just enough on the desk that it creaked.

She felt fury bloom hot and sharp. “You think I would lie about something that could save people?” she asked, jaw tight. “I will not hand it over until I am sure it won’t kill them.”

His patience folded into a cold threat. “Remember, this is the pack hospital. One order from me, and your family would be thrown out of this hospital…Do not test me, Amelia” The implication hit like a physical blow – her mother on a drip, her father weary and raw; the threat gnawed at her bones.

Rage and fear fought for control. “Do that and I will make sure no one in your packs ever gets this cure,” she said, voice trembling with fury. She felt small and enormous at once… a doctor, a daughter, a woman pushed to the edge.

Alaric barked a short laugh. “Are you threatening me, you little wolf who calls herself alpha? Your mother is sick too; perhaps she won’t receive treatment either.” He reached and ripped the vial from her grip with a force that made her stumble back.

“Take the box,” he ordered his men. Strong hands latched to the wooden crate and lifted it as if it weighed next to nothing.

“No!” she cried. The word burst out of her. She rushed forward, desperate and scared. One guard pushed her away-his arm felt like a solid wall. The box slipped off the desk, the glass bottles inside clinking softly, and the men carried it out of the room quickly, like hunters taking their catch.