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

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

Nathan didn’t move.

it healed?” “What’s it to you?” I sneered. “You already believed Avia’s

shrank her shoulders and grabbed Nathan’s arm, shaking it

know, I didn’t

bothered to look at Nathan’s reaction.

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

you haven’t completed the tasks I

me a hard

clothes. The unexpected pain almost made

leaving.

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

My stomach churned.

I staggered to the sink, removed my mask,

looked at

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

mouth, put the mask back on, and began cleaning

restroom.

the workday, Fisher finally let

injuries flaring up,

I returned

I dared not

rinsed off the filth and sweat, and hurriedly took

bed, I

I would get

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

grew more insistent, with the

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

met a pair of

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

at the sight of these

something?” I asked

his voice icy, “I came to find