My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181

Amelia stood frozen as one of the men lifted the entire box of the cure and strode out through the door. Her throat tightened, swallowing against nothing as her heartbeat quickened in panic.

They could take it-every drop of it-and she could always make another batch, yes, but who knew when the next full moon would be? And with her mother lying unconscious, time wasn’t on her side. If she didn’t administer the cure soon…. her mother might not make it until the next moonrise.

Cassia drew in a shaky breath and turned. “Wait!” she called.

The men halted, glancing back at her.

“I’ll give your wife the cure tonight,” she said, her voice steady though her heart thundered beneath her ribs. “And I’ll distribute the rest to the infected in your pack.”

Alpha Alaric’s lips curved in satisfaction. “Good,” he said smoothly, motioning for the guard to return the box to the table. He handed Cassia the vial he held, his eyes sharp. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

But then his tone darkened. “You’ll come with me now-to give to her yourself. I mean now.”

Cassia’s throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, then nodded. “Fine.” She grabbed a syringe from her drawer and followed him out.

They walked down the quiet corridor, their footsteps echoing faintly against the tiled floor. The hospital lights hummed above them, and Cassia’s pulse matched the rhythm-quick, uneven, nervous. When they reached Luna Donna’s ward, Alaric pushed the door open.

Inside, Luna Donna lay motionless on the bed, her skin pale against the white sheets, her breathing faint but steady.

Cassia’s chest tightened. She stepped closer, eyes flickering briefly to Alaric’s guarded expression before focusing on the IV line. Carefully, she withdrew the liquid from the vial, the golden glow of the cure shimmering faintly under the fluorescent light. With a slow, steady hand, she injected it into the drip. The fluid pulsed through the tube, snaking downward until it disappeared into Luna Donna’s vein.

Cassia watched it for a moment-watched the gold spread-the exhaled softly and turned to Alaric.

“What next?” Alaric asked, his voice heavy with impatience.

“Nothing,” Cassia replied. “She should be fine by morning… if the cure works.”

Alaric’s brows drew together. “What do you mean if it works? Is it supposed to?”

Cassia’s lips twitched in the faintest shrug. “Maybe.”

His voice grew sharper. “And if it doesn’t?”

“She’ll die,” Cassia said simply, her tone clipped and emotionless

Alaric’s jaw flexed. His fist clenched so tightly his knuckles whiteed.

“Call me -or any nurse-if you notice any change in her condition,” Cassia added, forcing a calm smile before turning toward the door.

The moment she stepped into the hallway, she let out a long, trembling breath and pressed a hand to her chest. She knew the cure would work. She’d only said that to shake Alaric-to reind him that life and death weren’t things he could command. But one thought still gnawed at her: how had he know she’d created the cure in the first place? Was he spying on her?

Greg quickly wiped his face. “No,” he said hoarsely. “I’m fine.”

Cassia stared at him for a long moment before sighing and nodding. “We’ll need to run a few tests on you and Gloria, just to make sure you’re both okay,” she said gently.

She turned to leave, but his voice stopped her.

“Amelia.”

She paused and turned back.

“Do you…. hate me?” His voice trembled, barely a whisper.

Her brows shot up. “What? No, Dad. Why would I hate you?”

Greg’s throat worked as he looked at her with red-rimmed eyes. Because I hurt you,” he said, voice cracking. “I turned you away when you needed me most. I should’ve protected you, sheltered you… but I didn’t. I was a terrible father. And yet you’re still so kind to me. If you hate me, I’d understand. I hate myself for what I did—for everything.”

Amelia’s breath hitched. For everything he’d done, she wanted to hate him. She truly did. But she couldn’t. Not anymore. He was her father-her family-and some bonds were too deep for itterness to hold forever. She had torgiven him long ago.

“I’m sorry,” Greg whispered. “For everything, Amelia. I’m really,ruly sorry”

She swallowed, her throat tight with emotion. “It’s fine, Dad,” she said softly. “I’m not mad at you. I forgive you.” A small smile tugged at her lips. “You should rest now.”