Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 363 How Disappointing +8 Pearls The sterile air of the operating room hung heavy, as if had swallowed every breath. I stood over Richard, the witch's stone clutched tightly in my hand, its weight pressing down on me. It felt as though the very fate of the Eclipse Pack rested on its smooth surface.

Dr. Williamson approached, his steps measured, offering a wordless help. I nodded, letting him place the stone carefully on Richard's chest.

I took a slow, deliberate breath and drew a needle across my brow, the sharp sting a reminder of the gravity of the moment. The drop of blood was cold, its metallic scent biting the air. With a steady hand, I transferred it onto the stone, watching as it absorbed the blood like a living creature.

Dr. Williamson remained silent, his eyes fixed on my every move, his expression unreadable. That silence unsettled me, its weight more suffocating than any words could be.

This was it. The final treatment.

According to Hughie, after this, Richard's blood would low freely again. The magic would stir within him, and he would rise.

The chant began low on my lips, a rhythm from the ancient words that filled the room with a somber -pulse.

As the incantation flowed, the blood on the witch's stone began to shimmer, sinking into the stone's surface.

It pulsed with a faint energy, and I felt it-deep, shifting, alive. The magic was awakening.

The heart monitor beeped in a steady, unchanging rhythm, a soft murmur in the still room.

His chest rose and fell, steady as always.

I circled his bed, continuing the chant. Each word woven deeper, stronger. The stone pulsed in twith the magic. When I reached the third round of the chant, a sharp, discordant beep echoed through the room.

My heart skipped a beat. I turned, dread fillingas I saw the heart monitor. The steady lines had flattened into an unbroken, horizontal line.

Dr. Williamson's voice broke the silence, quiet but shaking. "No... Richard has no pulse. No breath!" Panic clawed at my chest. "How is that possible?" I demanded, my voice tight, my mind racing.

Dr. Williamson was already at the door, throwing it open, shouting for help.

But I knew. I knew it was too late.

"What happened?" I stood frozen, staring at the lifeless body, my breath catching. The room felt colder, the silence heavier.

Mr. Richard, the Alpha of the Eclipse Pack, was gone. And it was my fault.

Outside, the door creaked open, whispers flooding in as they gathered at the threshold, watching with 1/3 Chapter 363 How Disappointing * Pearls Caden stepped inside, his eyes sharp with concern. How is my grandfather?" His voice was urgent and demanding.

Dr. Williamson's voice cracked, barely audible. The Alpha... He's gone" Caden's face went pale, disbelief flashing across his features. “What? The word was barely a whisper, full of confusion and grief.

Dr. Williamson trembled, wiping a nervous hand across his forehead. I'm sorry. Mr. Holbrook. I don't understand... Everything seemed fine. Then... his heart just stopped. We couldn't react in time." The nurses moved quickly, covering Richard's body with a white sheet. They wheeled him out, leaving the room cold and quiet in their wake.

The elders and board members gathered outside exchanged uneasy glances. Their eyes darted toward Caden, waiting, expectant, as if they could already taste the shift in power.

Queenie and Eleanor stood to the side, their gazes fixed on Caden.

Heidi's expression softened as she approached Caden, her voice low and comforting. "Caden, you need to look after yourself. Richard wouldn't want to see you like this. Rosaline tried. No one could have foreseen this. Don't place the blon her...

The room fell into a suffocating silence. The air grew thick with tension. No one dared to speak, not even to breathe.

It was almost impossible to believe-Mr. Richard, the Alpha of the Eclipse Pack, the iron fist that had ruled the Werewolf Continent for nearly a century, was gone.

Caden, who had stood silently for what felt like an eternity, finally spoke. His eyes-cold, unforgiving- locked onto me. His words cut through the stillness. "Rosaline, you've truly disappointed me." I lowered my gaze, my voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. I didn't think... I never meant for this to happen." "Rosaline, this is all on you. If you hadn't tried to save Grandpa, he might still be here. But now... now he's dead because of you. You're a killer!" Queenie's voice was sharp, full of venom. "You selfish Omega! You're nothing but a curse!" "Remember that engagement fiasco?" Queenie spat, her face contorted with fury. "You humiliated us all ar the banquet, and Grandpa had a heart attack right after. Now look-the Alpha's dead, too. You've done it again, haven't you? This was no accident!" Eleanor's fury knew no bounds. She started complaining to Caden, "I told you she's a no-good Omega. You can't count on her for anything. That quack doctor only saved the Alpha through chance. They're nothing but witch doctors. Now look at what they did!" Caden's eyes never wavered as he turned to me. The chill in his gaze could've frozen fire. "You killed my grandfather." "Please, Caden, it wasn't like that! You have to believe me! My voice cracked, my hands u hung at my sides. ling as they

"Call the police, now!" Queenie's voice rang out, her eyes blazing withhatred. "This woman's the reason NQ Grandpa's dead. Ever since she showed up, nothing but bad luck for the Eclipse Pack, She's a walking 2/3 Chapter 363 How Disappointing +8 Prails disaster." "Rosaline killed Mr. Richard," Eleanor added, her voice trembling with rage. And she's going to pay for it. We can't let this go."

I felt the weight of their accusations pressing down on the. My fists m clenched, my heart pounding in my chest. "I didn't kill him! Someone poisoned him!" The words hung in the air, thick with disbelief. For a long moment, no one spoke.

Queenie's face twisted in disbelief.

"You're trying to save your skin, aren't you? There were witnesses in the operating room. How could anyone have poisoned him?"

"Don't think you can escape this," Eleanor snapped, pulling out herm phone. You killed him, and I won't rest until you rot in prison for it." our trust?" "Caden... "I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Do I have your My eyes locked onto his, searching for any sign of trust of belief.

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