Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 138: Chap-138*The Two Enemies.*

Cynthia Dion:

That's when I began to recall everything that transpired in the mansion. I was duped by Mr. Holt, and he made it abundantly clear that expecting sympathy from him was a lost cause. He had no grounds to be irate with me over a partnership that, to his knowledge, was solely aimed at safeguarding my own interests. He blew it out of proportion, behaving as though I had cheated on him. He persistently harassed me and manipulated me into taking this relationship seriously.

The sole reason I endured his mistreatment in silence was because my sister, Flora, should not have to endure the same ordeal as I did.

I shook my head in disbelief, unwilling to accept that the night I uncovered my wolf was also the night I lost my child. The doctor firmly grasped my arm and pulled me back, preventing me from leaping out of bed in my quest for a breath of fresh air.

"Hey!" Once she had me settled back in bed, she tenderly ran her hand through my hair and urged, "Please try to stay composed."

The anguish in her eyes mirrored my own suffering. Tears welled up, and I couldn't help but cry into my hands, burying my face in my palms. If only I could convey to her the way I had endured the past year, she might carry the weight of my misery in her heart.

She gently massaged the back of my hand, capturing my attention. "We've reached out to your family, and they'll be heading here."

"Family? I don't have anyone," I implied my solitude by uncovering my face and studying her reaction.

I knew exactly whom she was contacting as my family.

"It's alright. Despite your current distress, it's crucial to maintain your composure. Your body isn't in a condition to endure all of this right now," she hushed me, displaying confidence that I was not telling the truth.

If Mr. Holt were to arrive and catch me seeking assistance, he would harm me.

My body began to ache once again, yearning to break free from this place and venture as far as possible with Flora.

"I don't want to encounter anyone. Just let me leave," I pleaded. The most I can manage is to return home and lay eyes on her myself, although I'm aware there won't be a sanctuary for us to reside, and the Alpha King's warriors will hunt us down.

As I hadn't glimpsed her in months, I found myself having recurring dreams about her.

The doctor firmly grasped my arm and uttered, "Hey," though I was putting on a facade of strength for a woman who had just endured a miscarriage.

"Nurse!" she exclaimed, recognizing that she couldn't handle the situation alone. When she called for assistance, the nurse barged in, wielding a syringe filled with wolfbane.

To prevent me from leaving until I was fully stabilized, they administered wolfbane injections to temporarily pacify me. Ah! She should have heeded my words or at least made an attempt to comprehend why I was so urgently trying to escape this place to avoid encountering my family.

Once again, I had drifted off to sleep for who knows how many hours when I began to rouse; I detected hushed voices in my vicinity.

It suddenly dawned on me that I wasn't alone. The prior doctor was conferring about me with someone.

The doctor spoke in a concerned tone, "First, she endured a profoundly tragic miscarriage, and then she underwent a transition that sapped most of her body's strength." Who was this person?

"She's in a terribly precarious condition," the doctor continued, elaborating on my situation.

"But wasn't she supposed to recuperate after the transformation?" Mara's voice was unmistakable. She was inquiring about my condition with the doctor. What had brought her here, and why was she showing concern for my well-being?

"She was pregnant?" The second voice belonged to Maleeka, which meant both of the she-wolves who harbored animosity towards me had come to witness my suffering. It was the shock in her voice that fully jolted me awake.

"Yes! Unfortunately, she lost her baby as well," the doctor responded, her voice filled only with sympathy. The others appeared indifferent or angry.

"She's such a drama queen. I've lost babies too, but I don't go around acting like my life's over," Maleeka spewed hatred toward me. I still vividly recall how I sympathized with her when she suffered a miscarriage. One might expect that having gone through similar agony, she'd understand my pain, but that wasn't the case. Their hatred had blinded them to my emotions.

"Actually, the transformation doesn't magically heal someone after a miscarriage or abortion. Initially, it might offer some solace, but in the long run, it can do more harm than good. That's why it's not recommended to transition immediately after such a loss. In her case, she underwent the change within minutes, which led to significant blood loss and health complications," the doctor attempted to clarify, somewhat downplaying Maleeka's comment about my behavior.

Struggling to open my eyes, I observed Maleeka and Mara in the company of the lady doctor. Maleeka and Mara seemed rather uninterested.

"I've prescribed medication for her. She'll need special care and a tranquil environment," I noticed an odd expression cross Maleeka and Mara's faces as the doctor conveyed my condition to them. "Ensure she remains stress-free and refrains from any physical activity for a few days, or else--" she cautioned. They exchanged glances initially, as if they were communicating through their eyes, before returning their attention to the physician.

"Or else what?" Mara inquired, and there was information the doctor shouldn't have disclosed to them, information that could be used against me, causing my heart to skip a beat.

My heart sank upon hearing her words. "Or else, I'm afraid she may never be able to conceive again."

I couldn't bear it any longer, especially now that the two individuals I dreaded the most were aware of my predicament.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized they would ensure it. I felt the need to prepare for the day when I would be informed that I'd never become a mother, all because these individuals would never take proper care of me.