His Human Luna Managed to Get Away Chapter 05

His Human Luna Managed to Get Away Chapter 05 The Truth Behind The Lies

The North Maw Pack had always valued bloodline and succession. This time for the ancestral worship they brought along Rhea, who was carrying the pack’s little heir.

Soren’s mother kept Nia firmly under her control. “You little wretch, you’d better not try anything tricky The divorce certificate is finalized, and your ID at home has already been canceled. Once Soren dissolves the mating bond with you, you’ll get the hell out of the country and never come back

Nia smiled bitterly. Her mother-in-law was certainly decisive enough. The North Maw Pack hard a strange bloodline trait-a fear of heights and a fear of the sea. Anything above ten feet off the ground would make hem tremble all over, and in severe cases, they could suffocate to death. If she left the country, she would cut off any chance of ever seeing Soren again.

Her gaze drifted toward Soren. All the way from the mountain’s base to its summit, he’d held Rhea ecurely against his chest, guarding her as though she were his most priceless treasure.

Via remembered her first ancestral worship years ago. Snow had raged all around. Soren had wrapped her nside his coat and never let a single flake touch her.

But now, he looked right through her. All his favor had been given to someone else.

Boom-

The mountain shook. Boulders and mudslides came crashing down. The crowd scattered in panic. With no one to protect her, Nia was left alone, lost in the forest, curled up in a rock crevice, trembling.

At the edge of despair, she remembered how Soren had once cupped her face and said, “Nia, no matter where you are, I will find you.” A flicker of hope lit up inside her.

Three hours into waiting for rescue, her body temperature plummeted. In her mind flashed a memory of

sudden flash flood-she had been nearly swept away, completely exhausted.

Soren had lunged forward, clamped his teeth onto her sleeve, and dragged her back with all his strength.

When she woke up, she was already in the hospital. Only later did she learn that his right shoulder had been pierced by a steel bar, yet he still carried her seven miles to get help.

Seven hours in, her consciousness started to fray at the edges. Fragments of the past surfaced; she recalled he year she’d suffered a raging high fever.

On a frigid night well below freezing, Soren had trundled thirty miles through blinding snow, solely to fetch one small dose of medicine for her.

When he stumbled back home, his fingertips were purple with frostbite, numb and suff from the cold. Ye he still wore a soft, tired smile as he lifted the warm bowl to her chapped lips. Be good Drink this, and you’ll feel better.”

Ten hours in, her breathing had grown so weak it almost stopped. Her mind was nothing but white. But just before she fell into the darkness, she heard footsteps.

“Nia!” Soren’s voice was urgent. He scooped her up and wrapped her in his coat.

Her breath was faint. She managed a pale, bitter smile, “You… Game…”

“Nia, the mountain path was washed out. Rhea can’t stand the cold, so took her back first. He explained quietly. “But I could still smell your scent. I knew you were alive.”

In that instant, Nia’s heart sank as if it had fallen into a frozen winter cave.

“So…. as long as I’m still alive, that’s enough for you?” She let out a bitter laugh, her eyes reddening

So even her life and death came second to someone else.

Soren’s body stiffened. He pulled her tighter. “Nia, don’t be like this. You know she’s due any day now

His arms were warm, but Nia’s heart was frozen solid. The Soren who used to lose fris mind over a paper cut on her finger could now watch her suffer ten hours in a storm without flinching.

All those unforgettable vows, all those promises he had risked his life to make—they had turned into a pathetic joke she had been telling herself.

Trembling, Nia touched her chest. There was no wound there, yet the pain felt like someone had carved a chunk right out of her.

When she woke up again, Soren was on the phone.

Everything is arranged on Rhea’s side. Once the baby is born, it’ll be registered under Nia’s name.” Sorens voice was terrifyingly calm. “What happened back then Rowan went too far, I admit. But it was the only way.”

Nia’s breath hitched for a moment. She shouldn’t eavesdrop. But that name-Rowan Cross-was burned

nto her memory.

Every time Nia miscarried back then, I wished the pain were mine. The pressure from the pack was crushing me. That’s why I put on that vasectomy act.” Soren continued, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness. “I had Rowan take some men to scare her. Once she was pushed to the edge. I would step in. She’s soft-hearted. Seeing me injured, she would give in.”

A sharp ringing attacked Nia’s ears. She bit down hard on her lower lip until the taste of blood spread hrough her mouth.

‘Nia was indeed depressed for a long time after her leg injury,” Soren paused, then let out a light, satished laugh. “But at least she agreed to let Rhea carry the baby for her. And she became even more dependent on

me.”

Boom!

Nia’s world collapsed in that moment. She clutched the fabric over her chest, suffocating.

Her mind flashed back to every time she finished a dance performance. Soren would pull her backstage and kiss her fiercely. “Nia, you’re so captivating when you dance. I wish you would dance only for me for the rest of your life.”

Only for him…

Nia s legs cramped up. All those old wounds that hard healed seemed to rip open again.

The world around her fell silent: Her stomach churned violently.

“Ugh-”

She lurched over the side of the bed and retched, as if trying to vomit out every lie she had swallowed for

the past year.

Nia’s fingers dug deep into the old scars on her leg. The pain jolted her muddled mind into sudden clarity.

How could she just leave so lightly?

Nia’s hands trembled as she scrolled on her phone for a long time. Finally, she dialed the number.

Three days from now, please deliver my body to Sovereign Medical.”