Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158 Doctor Wants A One–way Ticket

Johnson’s POV

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The nurse hurried into my office, her face pale and her voice trembling as she described Sharon’s latest tantrum.

I could feel my wolf growl at the mention of her name.

“I understand,” I said, my voice coming calmer than I was. “Go calm her down; I’ll be there shortly.”

The moment the door clicked shut, I bolted it.

My hands were shaking.

I reached into the hidden compartment of my desk and pulled out a burner phone.

I had spent years playing a dangerous game, balancing the medical needs of the Nightfang Pack with the opposite demands of a master who moved in the shadows.

I dialed the encrypted number.

My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird.

“Boss,” I whispered the moment the line connected. “Sharon is spiraling. The situation with the Keeper has gone public, and Sharon is losing whatever grip she had on her sanity.”

I paused, glancing through the blinds to make sure I was alone.

“I can’t stay in the pack any longer. Get me out. My mate and kids are already abroad, tucked away as planned. I’ve done all I can here – forged the records, manipulated the Alpha, fulfilled my end.”

“Mm. I’ll arrange it.”

voice

The on the other end was mechanical, the frequencies flattened and distorted by a voice changer.

It was a cold, inhuman sound that offered no comfort, only a directive.

Relief, sharp and sweet, swept through me. “Alright, boss. I’ll wait for your word. Just… hurry,”

I hung up and exhaled a breath I felt I’d been holding since the day Natalie was declared

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I took a moment to straighten my lab coat, wiped the sweat from my brow, and tried to form composure.

I had to keep Sharon quiet until the extraction team arrived.

If I could just hold the line for a few more hours, I would be on a plane, leaving this viper’s nest behind forever.

I headed for Sharon’s ward, my footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor.

The moment I pushed the door open, a pillow slammed into my chest.

“Are you completely useless?” Sharon shrieked.

She was vibrating with manic

the one who handles the ‘py, “You’re supposed to be the best! You’re supposed to be

as Natalie?”

You can’t even deal with someone as weak and wolfless

A flash of pure disgust rose in my throat.

I had spent five years catering to this woman’s delusions, falsifying terminal diagnoses and manipulating the Alpha of one of the most powerful packs in the North, all for a woman who was little more than a spoiled parasite.

I dodged the second pillow she reached for and looked at her coldly.

“Sharon, rein in that spoiled–princess attitude,” I said, my voice dripping with a newfound contempt. “I’m not your servant, and I’m certainly not your hitman. I am a doctor who has risked everything to put that ring on your finger.”

“Natalie’s about to meet with Jensen!” she screamed, ignoring my

rebuff.

She lunged forward, thrusting her phone inches from my eyes.

The screen showed a screenshot of a private exchange – a time, a place. Moonmilk. Two o’clock. “What do you plan to do about that, Johnson? If they meet, it’s over!”

My brow creased.

The timing was disastrous. If Jensen and Natalie met now, before my Boss could get me across the border, the entire house of cards would collapse in a heartbeat.

Sharon saw the flicker of hesitation on my face and pressed on, her voice dropping into a

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“If they meet, our little scheme about the moon sickness won’t stay buried. Natalie isn’t the girl she used to be; she’s back with the Stone family’s backing. Do you really think you’ll walk away unscathed? You know Jensen. You’ve seen what he does to those who betray the pack”

I felt my stomach drop, a cold stone of dread settling in my gut.

“With Jensen’s methods,” Sharon continued, “forget warning your backers. The real question is whether you get out alive.”

The flicker of panic in my eyes was all the confirmation she needed.

She had struck the mark.

‘You can kill her now and get away with it,‘ my wolf suggested.

I’ve thought about killing her countless times, but she’s always a step ahead.

Sharon sneered, leaning back into her pillows with the smug grace of a victor.

“You’d better think carefully about your next move. I may have tricked Jensen, but I did save his life five years ago. I have that history to hide behind. No matter how much he hates me for faking a terminal illness to marry him, he won’t kill me. I’ll claim I only did it because I loved him too much, that I was a desperate woman driven to madness by the thought of losing him. The pack might exile me, but I’ll live.”

She paused, her smile turning razor–sharp.

“But you? A doctor who violated the most sacred oaths of the pack? A man who lied to his Alpha about the health of his mate? Won’t he vent all his fury on you instead? You’ll be the scapegoat, Johnson. The primary architect of the lie.”

All color drained from my face.

That bitch.

Jensen wouldn’t just kill me; he would make an example of me.

My family abroad wouldn’t be safe from his reach either.

“Sharon, you can’t throw me under the bus like this,” I stammered, my mask shattering into a thousand pieces. “You’re the one who provided the incentive! You’re the one who said the backer would protect us both!”

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“What I said back then doesn’t matter!” she snapped, her voice like a whip.

“What matters now is the paper trail. The diagnosis came from you. You ran every checkup, signed every report, and administered treatments that were nothing but saline and vitamins.”

My nerves were in overdrive.

I looked at the door, half–expecting Jensen to burst through it at any moment with his claws extended.

“What exactly do you want from me?” I asked. “I can’t do anything right now! Since Natalie returned, she’s been a ghost. No one knows where she is. I’m just a doctor – what power do you think I have to stop them from meeting at a public cafe in the middle of the Diamond District?”

Rage and regret simmered inside me.

If I had known that working with Sharon Summers would lead to this level of existential terror, I would have stayed a lowly clinic physician in the slums.

I had traded my soul for a dream of luxury that was now turning into a waking nightmare.

Sharon, seeing my total breakdown, finally let out a long, slow breath of relief.

She had reclaimed the upper hand.

The “spoiled princess” was gone, replaced by the calculating strategist who had survived the Pavilion fire.

She reached out, her hand cold as a corpse as she patted my arm.

She smiled, a chilling expression that didn’t reach her eyes.

“You’ll find a way, Johnson. You’re a clever man. You’ve hidden a secret for five years; surely you can handle one little meeting.”

She leaned in, her voice a final, haunting whisper.

“And this chance is yours alone to take. Don’t fail me, Doctor. Because if you do… your one- way ticket won’t be to a foreign country.”

Her smile deepened.

“It’ll be to the morgue.”