Dr Luna Romane & Geschichten

Celia made a movement as if she wanted to vomit when she heard Sherly's words. "Ah, I also know that you asked this human doctor for help," said Sherly, pointing at Audrey in an impolite manner. "I saw you and this doctor meet at the White Lotus and sent people to investigate. Unexpectedly, it turns out that this ordinary human is a Luna for the strongest pack in our country. Is that why you contacted her to help you? You want to make things difficult and take my position here , even though I am the true Luna for Orleend?"

By the time the door to his exam bay slid open, he’d cycled through anger, humiliation, and a bone-deep fatigue he couldn’t blame entirely on his illness. Lyra walked in with a tablet in one hand, a fresh stethoscope looped around her neck, and the faintest hint of damp at her temples from the scrub cap she’d only just discarded. She’d changed into new scrubs—dark grey instead of the hospital standard blue—and her coat hung open, the nameplate gleaming. Dr. Lyra Hale, M.D. Director, Blessed Luna Wing. The title made something twist behind his ribs. “You’re alive,” he said.

She was the best and only mate I would have and no one else. As I finished my speech which was longer than anyone else. We were ready to bury her so she became one with the earth. But before we could do that, an unknown woman walked into the funeral room, “What are you guys doing?“ The woman asked in a confused tone. “Sorry, we are not seeing anyone today, we're having a funeral for the Luna.” A fellow warrior said. “Funeral?... for who?“ She questioned “Our Luna, Jackqualine Moon” Jacob answered.

Theo curled his lips into a smile and called out at someone outside the door, "Come in." Luna furrowed her brows and glanced in the direction he had shouted in. Soon, a tall, slim woman appeared at the door. She was in her early thirties and looked beautiful and elegant. She was dressed in a white coat and holding a doctor's bag. It was clear this woman was a doctor. She walked toward Luna and finally stopped in front of her. "Nice to meet you, Luna. My name is Dr. Rachel Liddell." Luna paused for a moment, then quickly reached out to shake Dr. Rachel's hands. "Nice to meet you."

She was moving forward now, and her appointment today was one of the steps involved in that future. Just then, the door to the hospital room opened and Dr. Gina Michaels stepped in. Dr. Gina was a trim willowy woman in her mid-thirties, blond hair currently packed back in a bouncy ponytail with deep blue eyes that smiled warmly at Luna as she stepped in. She tucked her hands into the pockets of her white lab coat as she approached the bed Luna was laying down on. Her sky blue top and black pants peek out from beneath the coat, her practical heels making clicking sounds on the tiled floor.

Another message from a member of the group: “We hope Luna Darkmane can arrive on time. Some important matters will be discussed.” I stared at the screen for a while. The word “Luna” felt heavy in my eyes. That title meant something great—the highest-ranking female leader in the pack, a role model. But in the human world, I was just Sienna, a young doctor still learning, sometimes too tired even to make breakfast. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling of the staff room. “Why does being a Luna feel more exhausting than being a surgeon?” I whispered. The door opened, and Dr. Alden entered, holding a file.

“Miss Mireya, I found out that Luna is actually a good girl. Both her parents are dead, and she lived with her aunt, who is known to be greedy. Luna is still very young. She didn’t go to college. Her family background is from the lower class.” “As for how Luna met Mr. Draco Riordan, according to my sources, Luna was sold at an auction by her own aunt. That’s where Mr. Draco Riordan bought Luna.” The assistant explained everything he knew. Mireya’s expression changed instantly at his words. Her eyes widened in disbelief. “So you mean to say Draco went to that auction and bought Luna?!” Mireya seethed. Her jealousy burned even hotter. She wanted to scream at the information her assistant had j

The sound of the door made me divert my eyes to it, and I watched a doctor with a smiling face walking in. "Young Luna is finally awake," he said as he began approaching me. "Good day, Luna," he greeted, and bowed, while I cautiously stared at him. "I'm Doctor Declan, and I'm here to check on you," he said when he reached my bed, but I didn't say anything and kept staring at him. "Could you please lie down, you're not supposed to sit now," he said calmly, and I slowly nodded my head, before lying down on the bed, but winced when I felt the same pain again.

It set my teeth on edge. "Alpha Ashford." She bowed gracefully. "Thank you for seeing me." "Simon said you have information about Tom." "Yes." She moved closer, and I caught her scent. Roses. My wolf recoiled. "I have been researching healers, both within our world and outside it. There is a doctor in the human city. Dr. Irene Cross. She specializes in unusual cases and has a reputation for healing things others cannot." "A human doctor cannot cure a supernatural curse." "Perhaps not. But I have heard whispers that she is more than she appears. That her methods are unconventional." Lyra tilted her head. "What do we have to lose? Tom is dying anyway."