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.

didn’t answer Moss’s question, saying too much would make me seem

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

Nathan didn’t move.

healed?” “What’s it to

grabbed Nathan’s arm, shaking

I didn’t know, I didn’t

couldn’t be bothered to look

Avia

fact is you haven’t

gave me a hard

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

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

triumphantly, warning me before leaving, “If you don’t clean properly next time, I’ll shove your ugly face

My stomach churned.

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

looked at the

translucently pale, with blood on the corners of

mouth, put the

restroom.

end of the workday,

flaring

my last bit of strength, I returned to the room–more precisely,

state, I dared not face Marc

clothes, I entered the bathroom, rinsed off the

in the soft bed, I drifted into a restless sleep.

would get some good

even ten minutes after lying down, someone knocked on my door. Unwilling to

insistent, with the knocking

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

creak, I met a

door, with a weak Avia

the sight of

something?”

me coldly, his voice icy,