The Hollow Luna Who Got Betrayed Chapter 05

Blood was backing up into the IV in the back of my hand, but I had long since gone numb to this kind of pain. For so many years, I had lived with pain in every part of my body. Even my Omega wolf had forgotten what pain was supposed to feel like:

Then this man dealt me the final, fatal blow.

I hurt so badly that I began to look forward to death. At least after I died, my wolf could return to the moonlight instead of being trapped inside this broken body.

I yanked the IV out of my hand, looked coldly at the man in front of me, and asked flatly, “Lucas, will you only let me go if I die?”

The man stared at the blood seeping from the back of my hand, and something seemed to fracture in his eyes. His voice came out harsh and heavy. “Don’t say that word again. You’re going to live a long life. I won’t let you leave me.”

A long life? Was that even possible? For an Omega whose organs had been hollowed out, living past thirty would already be a miracle.

I closed my eyes and lay back down. I did not want to look at him anymore.

After a long while, I finally heard the sound of him opening the door and leaving. I immediately picked up my

phone and made a call.

“Are you okay?”-

Noah and I asked the same question at the same time.

“I’m fine. That guy didn’t do anything to me.”

“Good. There’s one more thing. I’m formally authorizing you to release the evidence.”

A smile slipped into Noah’s voice on the other end. “All right. I was just thinking it was time to deal with

r that arrogant bastard. Here’s to our first win.”

I had not wanted to waste the last days of my life tangled up with that bastard and that bitch. I had planned to let Noah release the evidence of what they had done to me after I was gone.

But Lucas clung to me like a ghost that refused to let go.

I did not want to die one day and still be buried under his control as his Luna. Just thinking about it made me

feel suffocated.

My wolf wanted freedom, even if it was only the freedom of death.

That afternoon, a story tagged #Northern Pack Alpha Heir Secretly Stole His Omega Mate’s Womb for the Woman He Could Never Let Go# shot to the top of every werewolf social platform.

The surgical records from back then, Lucas and Julia’s chat history, and my medical report came together to

form one complete story.

The Northern Pack’s corporate stock plunged, and the Pack Council issued an emergency statement.

The Council elders, who dually stood above everyone else, now announced with grim faces that Lucas

would be stripped of all positions and deprived of his Alpha title. From that moment on, he no longer

belonged to the Northern Pack and had been reduced to a Rogue.

At the same time, Julia was attending a charity event in full glamour as the chair of her foundation.

For years, online audiences had praised her as a charity darling and the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack.

Her public image had been carefully packaged as the symbol of gentleness and kindness.

The higher those people had once lifted her, the harder they condemned her now.

On the livestream, I watched as reporters suddenly surrounded her and fired questions at her from every

side.

“Did you really steal Claire Green’s womb?”

“Besides Claire, are there any other victims? How many werewolves have you harmed over the years just to keep yourself alive?”

“You’ve always claimed to care about poor pups. Was that just so you could choose organs for yourself? Is your Omega identity fake, too?”

Julia had grown up pampered and protected. She had never been questioned like this in her life. Losing control, she covered her ears and shouted, “I didn’t. I didn’t. She volunteered for all of it.”

My mother, Audrey, suddenly rushed out from the side and argued furiously.

“What’s wrong with Claire helping Julia when she’s sick? If Julia hadn’t been ill, I never would have had a second pup in the first place. Julia is the reason Claire exists. So what if Claire had to give her a few things? That Omega was born for Julia!”

Someone in the crowd threw a half-finished drink bottle at Julia’s face, splashing her with some unknown yellow liquid.

“Shameless! I can’t listen to this anymore.”

“Does Claire Green’s life not count? Does her wolf not count?”

Then more bottles and cans came flying one after another.

The reporters scattered, while Julia and Audrey clung to each other in a miserable heap, dodging the rain of attacks as they fled like rats chased into the street.

From behind the screen, I watched the farce with genuine pleasure.

Noah called me. For some reason, his voice sounded a little weak. “Is there anything else you need me to do? It’s included in the mate-bond dissolution package. I won’t charge you extra.”

I thought carefully about what I still had left unfinished. “Yes. After I die, please scatter my ashes into the

sca. Don’t let Lucas trap me. I don’t want to be buried in their Northern Pack cemetery. My wolf wants to

return to the moonlight. I don’t want to be bound to any place.”