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.

Moss’s question, saying too much would make

pointed to the door. Though my voice lacked strength, I still mustered the courage to tell Nathan

Nathan didn’t move.

hasn’t it healed?” “What’s it to you?” I sneered. “You already believed Avia’s

shoulders and grabbed

didn’t know, I

bothered to look at

me that, no matter what mistakes Avia made, Nathan would “Is this intentional?” I asked.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying, but the fact is you haven’t completed the tasks I assigned you. So…

me a hard shove.

soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain

triumphantly, warning me before leaving. “If you don’t clean

“If you don’t clean properly next time, I’ll shove your ugly face into the

My stomach churned.

the sink, removed my

I looked at

significantly thinner, almost translucently pale, with blood on the corners of her mouth.

put the mask back on, and began

restroom.

workday,

and with old injuries flaring

bit of strength, I returned to the room–more

dared not face Marc

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

in the soft bed, I

thought I would get some

lying down, someone knocked on my door.

the person outside grew more insistent, with

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

a pair

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

miserable mood plummeted at the sight of these two

need something?” I

voice icy, “I came to