My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186

As Cassia walked down the hallway, her eyes caught sight of what she never thought she’d see again-patients once pale and lifeless were now awake, walking, laughing softly with their families. The dull, heavy scent of sickness that had hung in the ward for weeks was replaced with the faint aroma of disinfectant and hope.

“I didn’t think the cure would work this fast…” Cassia murmured under her breath, her voice trembling with disbelief.

“Well, it did. You did it,” Damien said beside her, his tone a blend of awe and pride. “You cured them, Cassia.”

She looked up at him briefly, warmth flickering in her chest, before a familiar voice broke through.

“Doctor Cassia!” Nurse Mira came rushing toward them, clutching a clipboard, her expression both relieved and worried. “All the patients given the cure are responding positively, but we’ve run out of doses. There are still more waiting. We’ll need

more vials.”

Cassia frowned slightly. “There should be a few left in the lab. If not, the others will have to wait until the next full moon to make another batch.” She paused, thoughtful. “Ask the lab technicians if they can stretch what’s left-just enough for everyone.”

“Yes, Doctor.” Nurse Mira nodded and hurried down the hall.

Cassia exhaled slowly, tension coiling in her chest as she reached the door to her mother’s ward. She stood still for a moment, pressing a trembling hand against the metal knob. Her heart pounded so loudly she could almost hear it echo in the sterile air. Seven years-it had been seven long years since she’d last seen her mother awake. What if she didn’t remember her? What if she didn’t even open her eyes?

She bit her lip and tried to steady her breathing.

Damien reached out, his warm hand covering hers, giving it a light, reassuring squeeze. “She’ll be happy to see you,” he said softly.

Cassia’s throat tightened. She nodded, more to herself than to him, and turned the knob. The door swung open.

She had expected to see her mother smiling, awake-waiting for her. Instead, her breath caught in her throat. Beta Greg sat by the bed, his shoulders heavy with worry, while her mother, Evenly, still lay motionless under the pale sheets. Gloria was on the couch, her eyes snapping up to Cassia the moment she entered. Then they flicked to Damien, wary and questioning.

“Why is she still unconscious?” Cassia demanded, stepping close to the bed.

“I have no idea, Amelia…” Beta Greg replied, his tone weary. His faze darted between Cassia and Damien, suspicion mingling with confusion.

Cassia didn’t respond. Her instincts kicked in. She pulled her stethoscope from her neck and began checking her mother’s vitals-pulse, temperature, oxygen levels-all steady. Everything was normal. Everything was fine. So why wasn’t she waking up? Every other patient who had received the cure had regained consciousness, but her mother… still slept.

Frustration burned in her chest. “I’ll be back, Dad,” she said quicly and turned sharply toward the door.

Damien followed her immediately.

The moment the door closed behind them, Cassia spun around ler breathing was uneven, her voice breaking “She’s supposed to be awake, Damien. Every other patient is responding to the cure-but she isn’t! Why?” Her eyes glistened, tears spilling before she could stop them.

Damien’s chest ached at the sight of her tears. He stepped close his voice low and calm. “Cassia, she’s going to wake up. Remember the sickness had been in her body for a long time. Her body’s weaker, slower to respond. She just needs more time.”

Cassia’s lower lip trembled. He brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping the tears that fell.

“Your mother’s going to be fine,” he whispered. “I promise.”

She swallowed hard and nodded against his chest as he pulled her into his arms. For a moment, she let herself breathe him in-his warmth, his steadiness. He was right. Her mother’s case wasn’t like the others. The sickness had eaten deep, and unlike the other patients who were at the hospital for a long time receiving treatments, Evenly had received no treatment, and it was only last night she had received one before taking the cure.

That meant only one thing.

“Yeah… me too.”

There was a pause before Damien said, “James, we’ll need a new place. Somewhere with more rooms. Amelia’s family will be moving in with us.”

James nodded. “There’s one available, but… it’s close to the pack ouse.”

Damien’s brows drew together. “How close?”

“Very,” James admitted.

Damien’s jaw tightened. The last thing he wanted was to live anywhere near Aiden, but Cassia’s family needed space-and safety. He couldn’t deny them that. After a moment, he exhaled heavily. “I’ll take it. We’ll move in today.”

“I can send some men to help you pack,” James offered.

“That’d be great,” Damien replied.

James gave him a small nod and walked away, heading toward Ethan’s ward. As he disappeared down the corridor, Damien ran a hand through his hair again, tension rippling through him. Every instinct screamed that this was a bad idea-living that close to Aiden could only lead to trouble.

But trouble or not, he would face it.

He’d protect Cassia.

He’d protect Arthur.

He’d protect everyone she loved-even if it cost him his last drop of blood.