Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31

MATTHEW

I paced outside the operating theatre like a caged wolf, my feet wearing a path in the sterile linoleum while my wolf prowled restlessly beneath my skin. Six hours. It has been six hours since they had been rolled in together and i was still out here waiting for news, my heart was heavy with dread, wondering if the prolonging of the treatment, as Bianca had decided to act difficult was implicating Mia’s chances of survival.

Not just that, i had spent six hours of wondering if I’d made the right choice.

I had, I told myself for the hundredth time. Mia was actually dying, not faking it, like Bianca kept accusing her of.

And Bianca had a duty as Luna to help. That’s what mates did. That’s what healers did. They put others first.

That’s all I’d asked of her.

My phone had been buzzing periodically throughout the wait, but I had ignored it all, I would get back to it, when I finally had news that Mia would pull through.

And then, finally, the doors swung open.

Dr. Hartwick came out of the theatre room looking exhausted. Behind him, nurses began wheeling out equipment used in the procedure, and then-

A bed. Mia’s bed.

I was at her side before they’d fully cleared the doorway, my hand reaching for hers immediately as I took in her appearance, she looked different, less pale. Her skin had color to her face.

She looked… normal. Healthy. Cured.

“Mia? Can you hear me?” I searched her face for any sign of consciousness, then spoke to Dr. Hartwick without looking away from her. “How is she? Did it work?”

Dr. Hartwick’s response came slowly, like he was thinking of what to say.

“The procedure was… successful. Ms. Roberts will make a full recovery. The treatment worked exact hoped. She’ll need rest and monitoring, but she should wake within the next few hours fully cured.”

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Relief flooded through me so powerfully it nearly buckled my knees. I gripped the bed rail to steady myself, other hand still holding Mia’s.

“Thank God.” The words came out rough, choked. “Thank God,”

I bent down, pressing a kiss to Mia’s forehead, breathing in her scent, which was familiar and comforting “You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be fine. We did it. Bianca did it.”

A strange sound came from Dr. Hartwick something between a cough and a bitter laugh, quickly suppressed. I ignored it, too focused on Mia’s peaceful face, watching for any flutter of her eyelids that might signal she was waking.

“Alpha Morrison…..About the Luna-”

“Have her wheeled to a VIP room,” I interrupted, still watching Mia. “She needs rest after channeling that much

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energy. Make sure she has everything she needs. She earned that much at least.”

“Alpha, that’s not what I-”

“Is there a problem with my instructions, Doctor?” I turned to look at him then, letting some of my impatience bleed into my voice.

Dr. Hartwick’s jaw tightened, and something that looked almost like disgust flashed in his eyes before he controlled it. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, then deliberately relaxed.

“No, Alpha. No problem. I’ll… I’ll see to the arrangements.”

He left, leaving us alone as I turned my full attention back to Mia as they began wheeling her bed toward the recovery wing.

I walked alongside her, my hand never leaving hers, talking to her. “You’re safe now. It’s over. No more pain, no more fear. You’re going to have the life you deserve, time to finish your bucket list, time to find happiness, time to maybe even…”

I trailed off, not quite ready to voice the thought that had been growing in my mind. But it was there, undeniable: with Mia cured, with Bianca’s jealousy finally proven wrong, maybe we could all move forward. Maybe she’d stop with the nonsense and focus on being a proper Luna, a proper mother.

Maybe we could finally have peace.

My phone rang as they were settling Mia into her recovery room, the harsh sound jarring in the quiet space. I glanced at the screen, it was an unknown number,

I should have let it go to voicemail. Should have focused on Mia. But something made me answer.

“Alpha Morrison,” I said, my voice low to avoid disturbing Mia.

“Good evening, Alpha. This is Carol from the Pack Council. I am here to inform you that the process…”

At that moment, Mia stirred in her bed. Her eyelids fluttered, her lips moved like she was trying to speak, and everything else became secondary to her need.

“Sir? Alpha Morrison? Are you still there?”

“Go ahead with whatever process you need to do,” I said quickly into the phone, barely hearing my words, ”

I’ll handle it later. Just–do what you need to do.”

I ended the call without waiting for a response and dropped the phone on the nearby table, my full attention on Mia as her eyes finally opened.

“Matthew?” Her voice was so low, barely audible and hoarse from hours of disuse.

“I’m here.” I was at her side instantly, reaching for the water pitcher the nurse had left. “Don’t try to talk too much. You need to rest. You need-”

“Water,” she managed, and I immediately poured a cup, and held it to her lips, carefully.

She drank slowly, carefully, and I watched the color continue to return to her face. She looked so different from the fragile, dying woman who’d been lying in that bed six hours ago. The treatment had worked.

I’d been right. About everything. About Mia’s illness, about the treatment, about what needed to be done. And Bianca had been wrong, her jealousy had clouded her judgment, but in the end, she’d done her duty as Luna.

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