บททั้งหมดของ Doctor Luna was Rejected: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

"I've made countless mistakes in my life, but this won't be one of them," Bella murmured, “not at all,” her voice cold and resolute as she addressed Jane in the dimly lit chamber.Jane remained silent, her eyes darting around the room as Bella continued. "He’s just a child, Jane. Eliminating him should be simple," Bella added, her gaze fixed on Jane, searching for any sign of agreement.Jane hesitated, her fingers fidgeting slightly. The tension in the room was palpable. She finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, "Do we really have to involve anyone else? The fewer people know, the safer we are. We can't afford another mistake like we made with Camilla."Bella turned to the large, ornate window, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the scene outside. Despite Lawrence's orders to disperse, some pack members lingered, their shadows stretched long in the evening light. Bella’s eyes settled on her son, Frank, standing among them. A faint smile crossed her lips before her gaze shif

“I hear you’ve got some important information for us,” Luke said, his voice smooth yet laced with an underlying threat. “Why don’t you share it with us now? My ears are starving for what you’ve got.” His eyes bore into the spy, who had barely clung to life after the brutal interrogation. Though it was obvious that he still needed some medical attention.Luke had made his way to the room where the man was being kept, his pace quick and purposeful. He had just returned from the wolf soldiers' training arena, his mind still sharp and restless from the drills. But this was his true mission. He needed to extract the information before anyone else, even before Lawrence. There was no way he was going to let the pack leader get ahead of him on this, he said to himself.The plan was simple. Get the information. End the man’s life. Luke had no intention of letting a potential enemy linger in the mansion any longer than necessary. As he approached the weakened spy, a cold resolve settled over

With Bella trailing silently behind, George moved closer to the railings on the highest floor of the mansion, unaware of the deadly intentions brewing just steps away. The view from up there was mesmerizing; the entire grandeur of the mansion lay spread before him, an architectural masterpiece that could captivate anyone who laid eyes on it.As instructed by Bella, George leaned forward to grip the railing, eager to drink in the breathtaking panorama. His eyes traced the lines of the massive portrait of their first alpha, a symbol of power and legacy that dominated the mansion’s grand hall. The golden chandeliers bathed every corner in a soft, radiant glow, making the entire place seem like a dream.But Bella’s thoughts were far from the beauty surrounding them. Her eyes darted toward the railing, calculating the precise moment and position to act. Each step she took brought her closer to her goal. She could almost feel the cold metal under her palms as she imagined shoving him over,

Camilla was certain she hadn't left the door ajar, so when she heard the faint creak, she signaled Lawrence to check. He moved with the quiet grace of a predator, his senses sharp as he approached the door. As Lawrence opened it, a young man, a wolf of beta origin, stood there, his breath slightly uneven. Without a moment's hesitation, he delivered his message, “The gamma group has arrived, sir. They're ready.”Lawrence's expression remained unreadable, though inside, a flicker of annoyance sparked. He had planned to visit his army at the training arena, but the timing of this interruption soured his mood. The pleasure of his private moment with Camilla had been rudely stolen by duty.He lingered at the doorway, his mind torn between the call of responsibility and the warmth he'd just left behind. His eyes, cold as ice, locked onto the young wolf. “I’ll be there shortly,” he replied, his voice devoid of warmth, clearly communicating his displeasure.As he closed the door and turned b

The air in the room crackled with tension, thick and suffocating. Maxwell knew there was no turning back now. The men before him were strangers, their faces unfamiliar, but their intent was clear. The confrontation was inevitable.Maxwell's beta wolves flanked him, their eyes burning with anticipation, muscles coiled like springs ready to snap. Every instinct in Maxwell’s body screamed that these men were here for a fight, and his wolves were more than eager to oblige. Yet he forced himself to ask, “What do you want? “Why are you here?”The question felt almost pointless, a formality before the storm broke. Maxwell could feel the raw aggression in the air, a powder keg waiting for a spark. The leader of the intruders, a silent, imposing figure, moved closer, his eyes locked on Maxwell’s. He didn’t bother to answer, his silence more menacing than words ever could be.Maxwell hesitated. As much as he wanted to tear into these intruders, he knew better than to rush headlong into a fight