Pursuing My Rejected Luna by Cara Anderson novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Skye

Dr. Lukas pulls out her medical kit, wrapping the blood pressure cuff around my arm with practiced efficiency.

“Have you been sleeping well?” she asks.

“Not particly”

“Eati

euff tightens, releases. Dr. Lukas frowns at the reading. “Your blood pressure is elevated. Not angerously so, but higher than I’d like.” She places her hand on my forehead. “No fever. But you’re clearly exhausted.”

“It’s just stress,” I say quickly. “The situation at home has been… complicated.”

Dr. Lukas’s eyes flick briefly to where Cassandra stands in the crowd, Liam at her side, watching with false concern written across her perfect face.

“I see.” Dr. Lukas’s tone is carefully neutral, but I catch the disapproval underneath. “Well, stress can manifest physically. I’d like to do a full examination back at the clinic. Blood work, hormone levels-”

“That’s not necessary.” The words come out too fast, too sharp.

Dr. Lukas pauses. “Luna, if something

“I’m just tired

rong-”

to support me. “I need to finish the ceremony. The pack is waiting.

my first name in public is unusual enough to make nearby pack members go unwell, we can postpone.”

m fine.” I pull away from both of them, smoothing down my dress. “Let’s continue.”

I can feel Dr. Lukas’s concerned gaze following me as I return to the podium. Can feel the weight of the pack’s curiosity. Can feel Jaxon’s suspicion like a physical thing.

But I manage to finish the speech. I cut the ribbon. I smile and accept congratulations and pretend everything is perfectly normal.

And the entire time, I’m calculating how many more days I have before my body betrays me completely.

Back at the Alpha house, I escape to my room as quickly as possible.

My phone buzzes almost immediately. A text from an unknown number-but I know who it is.

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Consider it done. Leaving tomorrow to handle personally. Will contact you when it’s finished. Stay safe. –

N

Relief floods through me so intensely I have to sit down.

Nicolai is helping. He’s actually helping.

But the relief is short-lived, because there’s a knock on my door and there is only one person it could be. I quickly shove my phone under my pillow.

‘Come in,’ I call, hoping my nerves don’t leak into my tone.

Of course, it’s Jaxon, as I expected.

He closes the door behind him, leaning against it with his arms crossed. “We need to talk about what happened today.”

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