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

lacked strength, I still mustered

Nathan didn’t move.

healed?” “What’s

and grabbed Nathan’s

didn’t know, I

to look at Nathan’s

no matter what mistakes Avia made, Nathan would “Is

but the fact is you haven’t completed

me a hard

the ground, dirty water and 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 clean properly

before leaving, “If you don’t clean properly next time,

My stomach churned.

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

I looked at

significantly thinner, almost translucently pale, with blood on

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

restroom.

the end of the workday, Fisher

and with old injuries flaring up, I

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

state, I dared not face Marc and April.

I entered the bathroom, rinsed off the filth

the soft bed, I drifted

get some

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

grew more insistent, with the

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

I met a pair of amber eyes.

in a suit, stood at the door, with

plummeted at the sight of

something?” I asked

coldly, his voice icy, “I came to find Healer.”