The Luna Is Gone by Angelique Quinn

Chapter 137

Diana’s pov

Nathan bent down to help me up, but Avia grabbed his arm, stopping him.

“Nathan, haven’t you noticed that Diana is just acting? Don’t let her fool you! With her close relationship with Healer, she must have had her injuries healed long ago! Besides… she still has the Alpha aura. Even if it’s just relying on her wolf, she surely has recovered!”

Avia spoke, kicking my legs a couple of times.

Avia spoke, kicking my legs a couple of times.

“You deceiver! Get up! Do you think pretending to be sick and weak will make Nathan pity you? He’ll only see you as more hypocritical!” Avia continued.

Nathan, looking down at me with icy eyes, seemed to believe Avia’s words.

However, after a moment, he saw something, and his calm eyes suddenly showed shock, then panic, and finally fear.

His face rapidly enlarged in my sight.

He reached out, seemingly wanting to hold me.

Suddenly, a tall figure flashed before my eyes, pushing Nathan away.

The person turned to look at me, and crimson filled their eyes.

“Diana…” Moss hurriedly helped me up, his voice trembling, “What happened to you? Do you know you’re bleeding?”

It turned out my perception wasn’t wrong. The warm and viscous liquid beneath me was indeed my blood.

I mustered some strength and said, “Probably tore the wound accidentally just now, causing it to bleed again.”

“Tore it? How could that happen?”

I lifted my eyelids and glanced at Nathan.

He looked bewildered.

I guessed he probably remembered forcefully grabbing the door frame earlier.

too much would

a deep breath, I pointed to the door. Though my voice lacked strength, I still mustered the courage to

Nathan didn’t move.

looked at me and dryly asked, “Your injury… why hasn’t it healed?” “What’s it to you?” I sneered. “You already believed Avia’s

grabbed Nathan’s arm, shaking it

I didn’t mean

couldn’t be bothered to look

no matter what mistakes Avia made, Nathan would “Is this intentional?”

you’re saying, but the fact is you haven’t completed the tasks I assigned you. So… clean it

a hard

water and shoe prints instantly soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain almost made me black out, and I nearly spat out

me before leaving. “If

don’t clean properly next time, I’ll shove your ugly face into

My stomach churned.

staggered to the sink, removed my mask, and vomited a mouthful

looked at the

mirror was significantly thinner, almost translucently pale,

weakly smiled, wiped my mouth, put the mask back on, and began cleaning the

restroom.

the workday, Fisher finally

with old injuries flaring up, I almost

strength, I returned to the room–more

I dared not face

off the blood–stained clothes, I entered the bathroom, rinsed off

soft bed, I drifted into a restless

thought I would get some good

after lying down, someone knocked on my door. Unwilling to open it, I ignored the persistent knocking.

with the knocking threatening

donned a random nightgown, dragged my aching body to the door, and opened

met a pair of amber eyes.

suit, stood at the door, with a weak Avia leaning against his

at the sight of these

you need something?” I

me coldly, his voice icy, “I came to find