Fated For Lycan's Luna

Chapter 10

“Chloe, wake up,” A woman's gentle and ethereal voice rang out.

My eyelids twitched a little.

“My darling, please open your eyes,” the woman said. I felt a warm hand caress my cheek.

Who might she be?

My mind came up blank. Whoever it was wasn’t important.

It was too painful…

Living on was too difficult…

I no longer wanted to live.

“My darling, please open your eyes...” The woman’s voice sounded choked up. “Open your eyes and

look at mother.”

I was startled by that. My brain began to process what I had just heard.

The woman said that she was my mother.

No, that couldn’t be possible!

My mother was dead. If she were still alive, my life wouldn’t be as miserable as it was.

She was lying…

“Darling, it’s really me. Please open your eyes.” The woman said, her voice filled with grief. I felt my

heart ache on her behalf.

I had never once experienced what motherly love was. To me, mother was but a photo in a picture

frame. But I could not bear to see her upset.

I felt my heart soften as she continued to call out to me.

I managed to part my lips with difficulty, my voice raw and hoarse from disuse.

“Mom?” I murmured, opening my eyes with difficulty.

The lights around me were blinding. After getting hit with a short dizzy spell, I looked up at the white

ceiling.

I rolled over and looked to the side but was startled to find no one around.

All was silent on this room now.

I sat up from the bed and took in a deep breath to calm the aches throughout my body. I surveyed my

surroundings and found that I was in an unfamiliar room.

Where was I?

I was suddenly hit with a splitting headache. Everything that had happened before I passed out flashed

in my mind.

It turned out that I was still alive.

I remembered seeing a black figure flash before I fell unconscious. Was that a hallucination or…

“You’re finally awake.”

A crisp voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked over as a man dressed as a doctor walked in.

He was tall, with brown hair and gold-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He wore a

white coat and had a stethoscope around his neck. A nurse was standing behind him.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, making his way closer to me. “You’ve been unconscious for three

days.”

I shrunk my head back and looked at him vigilantly. “Who are you? Where am I?”

Upon noticing how defensive I was being, he cocked an eyebrow and smiled. Then, he straightened

and smiled, “You’re currently with Silver Pack. My name’s Arthur, and I’ll be your attending doctor for

the time being.”

Silver Pack?

I was shocked. How on earth did I get myself involved with this mysterious pack?

Everyone had different opinions and speculations regarding Silver Pack.

Some people said that this pack never participated in external disputes while others accused everyone

in Silver Pack of being bloodthirsty monsters, who would murder any outsider upon meeting them.

Some even spread rumors that this pack’s Alpha was a nine-feet tall cannibalistic monster.

I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and trembled all over.

“What’s up? Why do you look scared out of your mind all of a sudden?” Arthur chuckled, waving his

hand in front of me.

A flash of silver made me back away subconsciously.

Arthur looked at me in confusion and blinked. “What wrong, Chloe?”

This man knew my name.

I managed to calm down upon hearing my name. I shut my eyes for a short moment before reopening

them. Only then did I realize that the flash of silver was not from the dagger in my nightmares but from Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

a silver pen.

“How do you know my name?” I asked after getting over the initial panic and shock.

“Oh, that’s because…”

Just as he was about to explain, the door suddenly opened. A black-haired man in a leather jacket

walked in.

When I looked into those dark eyes, I stopped breathing.

It was Blake!

He had really saved me that day. I hadn’t been hallucinating.

A wave of indiscernible emotions filled my heart at that moment. I felt glad, aggrieved, upset… every

emotion I had suppressed broke out at the same time.

I wanted to call out his name, but what the nurse said next caused me to stiffen.

Upon seeing Blake, she yelled out, “King!” Then, she moved to the side and bowed respectfully.

Arthur wanted to stop her, but was a bit too late. Feeling embarrassed, he scratched his head and say,

“Well… I suppose you two need some time to talk things out. We’ll leave now.”

He dragged the confused nurse out of the room, then shut the door with a resolute click.

I stared at Blake in disbelief, my gaze questioning.

Why did the nurse call him ‘King’?

I waited for a long while, yet Blake did not say any word.

He frowned and managed to say hoarsely, “How are you doing? Does anything hurt?”

I broke into sneering. “Aren’t you going to explain yourself?”

“I…” He hesitated for a short moment. It looked as if he had something else to say but ultimately

decided against it, letting out a deep sigh instead.

I felt my limbs grow cold...

It turned out that I really was an idiot.

Blake was just like Alan. They had both lied to me.

I turned my head away to avert my gaze from his.

“I’m sorry,” he said, reaching out to caress my cheek.

I shied away from his touch. It took him a long time to retract his hand that was hanging onto nothing in

the air.

All that could be heard was our breathing.

I took a deep breath and glared coldly at him, asking in a trembling voice, “You were using me from the

beginning, weren’t you?”