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Chapter 183
Lylah’s POV
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Today, as Damon drove me to Lunar Grace, Ezra joined us. His presence settled something restless inside me, like my wolf finally easing after pacing too long. When we arrived, just as I reached for the door, he caught my wrist. With a gentle tug, he pulled me back, tilting my face up toward his.
His lips found mine, and he kissed me long enough to steal the breath from my lungs.
Even now as I walked toward the academy’s treatment center, that sensation lingered, a warm, fluttering echo low in my stomach.
A call pulled my attention back. It had been nearly three weeks since Iris’s accident, and seeing her name lash across the screen made something inside me lift with sudden overwhelming joy.
Lylah, I’m fully recovered! I’m going back to work tomorrow!” Her voice was bright.
opened my mouth, ready to scold her, to tell her she needed at least another week of rest, but she rushed
›n.
Beta Damon stopped by yesterday. He brought the cookies you baked for me p>
smiled despite myself. I had been asking Damon to deliver them whenever I was too busy to go myself.
Then Iris giggled. “Why did I only just realize he’s… actually very handsome p>
arched a brow, even though she couldn’t see me. “Oh? You like him p>
What? No p>
Oh, no need to be shy, Iris. As far as I know, Damon doesn’t have a mate. And neither do you.” I let the easing slip easily into my tone, returning all the times she’d done the same to me. “Maybe you two just net at the right time. A date, perhaps? I can arrange it p>
Lylah!” she snapped, scandalized, her voice bursting through the line and making me laugh.
Before I could push her further, a ward assistant tapped my shoulder.
There’s a patient who just arrived-she’s in a frenzy. We need you to check on her immediately p>
murmured a quick goodbye to Iris and followed.
Today’s MDT rotation placed me in charge of the she-wolf ward-pregnancy, fertility, and the fragile lives carried between. As we approached, the sharp scent of fear hit me first, followed by a piercing scream that scraped against my cars.
The patient thrashed violently against the bed, her limbs straining with unnatural strength, Her woll was close to the surface-I could feel it, clawing, panicked. But her eyes were wide with terror.
And standing over her, gripping her down, was Soren.
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Chapter 183
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“Shut your mouth, Crystal,” Soren hissed, her voice laced with ice. “Stop clawing at me and let me do my job. Unless you want to die the same way your pup is p>
My wolf surged forward, teeth bared.
Before I realized it, I had crossed the room.
My hand shot out, gripping Soren’s shoulder and yanking her back.
“If you can’t treat a patient with care, then step aside,” I said, “No healer has the right to speak like that p>
Soren turned to me and froze.
Her eyes widened, not with anger, but with unmistakable fear.
“Lylah? Why are you here? Leave. I know this patient-I’ll treat her p>
“Treat?” I echoed, glancing at the trembling woman on the bed. “All I hear are threats p>
“Please,” the patient rasped, her voice raw. She pointed a shaking finger at Soren, her lip curling. “I don’t want that Blackfang-spawned bitch anywhere near me p>
Soren stiffened. “She was my friend,” she said, but her gaze remained locked on me. “Her pup died in her womb days ago. And if I don’t remove it now, the infection will spread. She’ll die too p>
My chest tightened, the words sinking like stones.
But the woman-Crystal-laughed.
“My pup isn’t dead! It’s yours that died, Soren.” Her eyes blazed with manic certainty. “I’m going to be a mother. Not a monster like you-spreading your legs for any male, letting them seed you, only to tear the life out of your own womb like it means nothing p>
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The Betrayed Princess Rising
Ruby Walker
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