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.

question, saying too much would make me

deep breath, I pointed to the door. Though my voice lacked strength, I still mustered the courage to tell Nathan and Avia, “Get out! I don’t want

Nathan didn’t move.

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

and grabbed Nathan’s arm, shaking it gently.

I didn’t mean

be bothered to look at Nathan’s reaction.

experiences told me that, no matter what mistakes Avia made, Nathan would “Is this intentional?”

the fact is you haven’t completed the

me a hard shove.

prints instantly soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain almost

me before leaving. “If you don’t clean properly

you don’t clean properly next time,

My stomach churned.

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

looked at the mirror.

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

my mouth, put the mask back on,

restroom.

the end of the workday, Fisher finally let

with old injuries flaring up, I almost collapsed.

bit of strength, I returned to

I dared not

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

soft bed, I drifted into a restless sleep.

get some good

lying down, someone knocked on my door. Unwilling to open it, I

insistent, with

nightgown, dragged my aching body to

met a pair

in a suit, stood at the door, with a weak

already miserable mood plummeted at the sight of these

you need something?” I asked impatiently.

voice icy,