My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185

Meanwhile, in the Miller mansion,

Aiden lay sprawled across his bed, his body drenched in sweat. His skin burned as though fire licked beneath it, the sheets clinging to him like a second skin. Every breath felt like glass scraping through his throat. His muscles trembled, his vision blurred.

Pain rippled down his spine, sharp and unrelenting. It felt as if his very blood was boiling.

A groan escaped him as he tried to shift. His stomach churned violently, the nausea clawing up his throat. He swung his legs off the bed, each movement dragging a wave of agony through his bones. Somehow, he managed to stumble into the bathroom, gripping the sink for balance as his reflection swayed in and out of focus.

Then he doubled over…vomiting into the sink. His entire body convulsed. When he lifted his head, panting, his heart froze.

Black blood.

He stared, wide-eyed, his lips trembling. The sight of it made a chill snake down his spine. He grabbed a paper towel and wiped his mouth, staring at the crimson-dark stain against the white. For a brief moment, he’d felt some relief after throwing up-but now that relief curdled into fear.

“What the hell…” he muttered under his breath, his voice hoarse

He turned on the tap, letting the cold water wash the dark streak away. His gaze flicked up to the mirror again. His reflection looked foreign…his face pale, eyes bloodshot, lips cracked.

Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt.

His breath hitched.

The wound. It had worsened. The faint golden mist that used to himmer faintly around it had darkened, almost sickly. Black veins pulsed around the edges, spreading down his arm like poisoned roots. The skin looked decayed, and each throb sent a bolt of fire through his nerves.

He swallowed hard, confusion flickering through his eyes. How could a simple claw mark from Amelia cause this? It didn’t make sense. Unless… unless it wasn’t just her mark-it was something else. Something deeper.

He exhaled shakily, buttoning his shirt back up just as a knock echoed through the room.

He froze.

With effort, he rinsed his face, splashed cold water over his neck and straightened, masking the pain. His spine screamed with every step as he walked to the door. He gripped the handle took one steadying breath, and opened it.

James stood there.

“Are you just waking up?” James asked, his brow furrowing as he ook in Aiden’s pale face.

Aiden nodded stiffly. “Yeah.”

James studied him for a moment, worry creeping across his expression. “Are you okay? You don’t look—”

“I’m fine,” Aiden cut him off too quickly. His tone was brisk, almst defensive. “What brings you here?” His words were sharp, as though he wanted the conversation over before it bega

“Uh… Racheal prepared breakfast and-”

“Racheal?” Aiden interrupted again, blinking. Confusion flitted ross his face. “Who’s Racheal?”

James frowned. “Aiden, she’s the woman your father asked you marry. You told me to give her a room here last night, remember?”

Aiden’s shoulders stiffened. For a moment, his mind went blank then he sighed heavily, pressing a hand to his temple. “Right. Yes. I remember now.” His voice was low, forced. “Tell her I’m not having breakfast with her. I’m not hungry.”

James hesitated, still watching him closely.

“Could you go to the hospital and check on Ethan for me?” Aide asked, his tone softer but weary.

“Sure,” James said slowly. “Aren’t you coming?”

Aiden forced a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “No. I’m tired. I just need to rest a bit.”

The effort of standing upright alone felt like torture. He swallowed hard, hiding the wince behind a tight jaw.

The drive was peaceful. Cassia couldn’t stop talking-her voice right, animated. She told him about how she planned to tell her mother everything, how she’d spoil her when she woke up, how grateful she felt just knowing her family was safe again.

Damien didn’t interrupt once. He just listened, his hand resting boosely on the steering wheel, his heart warming at the sight of her joy.

They arrived at the hospital and parked. As they stepped out, the world seemed to still for a moment.

Alpha Alaric was walking out of the hospital, flanked by his guards-and beside him was a familiar woman. Luna Donna.

Cassia froze.

Donna looked radiant…color back in her cheeks, eyes bright. She looked alive. Completely healed.

Damien’s gaze snapped toward Cassia. His jaw tightened slightly. She had given Donna the cure just last night. Could it really have worked that fast?

“Oh look-it’s Amelia,” Donna said the instant her eyes landed on Cassia. Her face lit up. She walked toward her with Alaric by her side, her steps graceful but urgent.

Thank you, Amelia,” Donna said, reaching for her hands. Her voice trembled with emotion. “You saved my life by giving me the cure. Thank you.”

Cassia smiled softly, the corners of her lips lifting. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” if she didn’t know Luna Donna so well she would think she had really meant the word ‘thank you.

Her gaze flicked briefly to Alpha Alaric. His eyes were on her-steady, unreadable. The look he gave her sent a strange ripple through her, a silent message that she couldn’t quite decipher. It felt like a promise… or a warning.

But she brushed it off. Right now, there was only one thing on her mind-her mother.

If the cure had worked this fast on Luna Donna, then… her mother must be awake too.

Her heart leapt.

Without another word, Cassia dashed into the hospital, her pulse racing, Damien calling after her as he hurried to catch up.

The hope in her chest burned brighter with every step.