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The Luna With A Wolf

Hello, my name is Katrina, and my family has to take me to another pack since I don't have a wolf. Whose current alpha murdered his own father to become alpha. My new life began in a foreign place, and despite initial challenges with Nina-who was emotionally invested in the alpha-I eventually triumphed. The alpha's wolf found out one day that I didn't have a wolf despite my best attempts to hide the fact. Instead of treating me with disgust, striking me, or throwing me out, Alpha Antony lavished me with love and care. After a lot of hardship, I made the transformation and became the true Luna with a wolf .
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Chapter 11

When I realized that sharp claws and fangs were coming straight for me, I was too weak to mind link back.

I squeeze my eyes shut as tightly as I can to prepare myself for the anguish that is almost certainly going to follow. I finally opened my eyes and saw what was making that whimpering sound.

The brown wolf positioned itself. I am startled into looking up as I feel a wet arm draped over my shoulder. When I turned back, the Alpha was drenching with blood. Tina nibbled the crook of his arm.

"She wasn't even shifted!" he yells, his voice so full of fury that it chills me to the bone.

Tina's very loud cry shows her extreme distress.

While he's scooping me up, he asks, "And why she got a scent of wolfsbane from this?" He roars and rams his face into the back of my neck as I struggle to extricate myself from his hold. With a flutter, my eyelids start to close.

"Keep your eyes open, Katrina," he pleaded, as I felt his lips brushing across mine.

"Shit, call for the pack doctor, now! "

Previous to my legs having the want to run. My heart stops beating and I feel a crushing pressure on my chest.

"My dear Katrina, promise me to wait here for rescue to arrive. "

Alpha Antony's POV

In front of me, the doctor injected her and set up an intravenous line.

Her mother's eyes are still weeping as she watches her daughter.

"Exit! Get out of here, as I told you to! "

Daina's gaze had been fixed upon me the whole time.

"You will not succeed in convincing me to give up my daughter. "

"Nobody can get near her until I figure out how she took the wolfsbane." I tell her. Daina is unwavering.

"Get out of here right now!" Then I shout at the top of my lungs at her. She breaks down crying, craning her neck as if to show her surrender, and then bolts from the room.

While sitting at her side, I frantically tried to attach a fluid bag to her.

When I tell the doctor to "calm down," he takes a deep breath, and then his hands stop trembling.

"Can we even guess how much wolfbane is in her bloodstream at this point?"

"We have to redo her bloodwork to know the result and make sure everything is okay. "

"Do it asap. "

I kept checking the time and date while I aimlessly wandered about her room, hoping that she would eventually wake from her sleep.

The doctor entered the room carrying a stack of forms.

With the evidence at hand, he draws the conclusion, "She had about double the deadly quantity."

"The quantity of the plant she swallowed, meant that it could only have been given to her in the form of a liquid or a tablet. It's more than anybody can reasonably consume. "

"Either someone did it on purpose to hurt her, or she got enough of it to kill herself. "

"Do you believe she attempted suicide? Not very long ago, she seemed to be thriving. "

"I had a sneaking suspicion someone gave her a lethal amount, but that's all it suspicions. "

Suddenly cries are becoming louder and I can sometimes make out the sound of skin scraping against flesh. My attention was immediately drawn to the slap, and I found myself standing at the entrance of the room. Because I was concentrating so hard on getting there, I was completely unaware that Philip had just struck Daina.

My rage has been getting the better of me ever since I found out that he hit his wife. I seize him by the scruff of the neck and hurl him headfirst against the nearby wall. Mathew is walking down the hallway with his hand on my arm .

"Alpha, calm down. " Mathew keeps pushing me away.

"I will Fucking murder you if you come anywhere near our daughter again "Philip yells at his wife.

"What makes you treat your mate with such disdain?"

As he raced out and down the hallway, he yelled, "Ask her, I need a fucking cigarette!" As I turned around to check on Dania, I saw that Mathew was giving her the "stink look," too. I went back to checking on Daina. The physician had halted his examination at the front door and was now observing the scene.

Her alarm went off, and I ran past doctor.

Katrina swallows the water the doctor immediately brought over. As she becomes acutely aware of her surroundings, a rich crimson color spreads over her face.

"I'm sorry about that, honey," Daina says as she covers her mouth with her hand and displays a scared expression on her face. A growling Mathew yanks Dianna away from her."

"Don't worry about me, I just drank something by accident, and I'm perfectly OK," she said. She was so sad about her mother that she burst into tears.

"Tell me, Who gave you the wolfsbane?" .

I urge Dianna to shut up, giving her the cold shoulder.

"Just in case, she must build up her tolerance. " Daina replies in a low voice,

I bare my fangs and charge at her, tossing her violently into the wall. When I looked at her with my eyes narrowed and my lips opened in a deep growl.

"If she wants to protect herself against wolfsbane, she'll need to beef up her immunity. "She adds, teas in eyes.

"You gave her about twice as much as would have killed her! "My voice rises in volume and I yell at her.

"Don't hurt my mom, " Katrina begged as she grasped my arm.

"Katrina, have a seat; I'm not going to listen to any more of your falsehoods." Mathew catches her as she is falling to the floor and sets her in the position. She is crying the whole time.

"Get out please, let's have a private talk " Daina cries and slams the door.

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