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 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.

at me and dryly asked, “Your injury… why hasn’t it healed?” “What’s it to you?”

shoulders and grabbed Nathan’s arm, shaking it

know, I didn’t

bothered to

matter what mistakes Avia made, Nathan would “Is this intentional?”

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

a hard

clothes. The unexpected pain almost made me black out,

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

“If you don’t clean properly next time, I’ll shove

My stomach churned.

removed

looked at

almost translucently

put the mask back on, and

restroom.

workday, Fisher finally let

old injuries flaring

of strength, I returned to the room–more precisely, the hospital room.

state, I dared not face

I entered the bathroom, rinsed off the

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

I would get some good

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

grew more insistent, with the knocking

I donned a random nightgown, dragged my aching body

creak, I met a

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

at the sight of

need something?” I

coldly, his voice