The Alpha’s Crippled Luna Chapter 07By Novel7s / July 12, 2026 The Alpha’s Crippled Luna Chapter 07I woke from a nightmare of searing heat and pain.The sharp scent of antiseptic burned my nose.A tall man leaned over me. “You’re awake.”I touched my aching forehead. “Where…”“The hospital. I saw you escape the burning building.”My hand reached for my face, finding only bandages.“My face…”“Severe burns. You’ll need reconstructive surgery.” He paused, his tone shifting to one of regret. “And… you lost the baby.”Silence fell as I sank back into the pillows.He patted my shoulder. “Don’t give up. I’ll fly in the best plastic surgeons. We’ll fix this.”I stared at him. “Why help me? I don’t even know you.”He smiled, and only then did I notice his striking, golden eyes.“You’re… the legendary white wolf with golden eyes?”“In the flesh. I’m Julian Sterling. You crashed right near my territory. I couldn’t ignore the smoke.”He looked directly into my eyes. “I saved you, and I intend to see this through. I believe in fate. Do you?”“Fate?” I echoed. Memories flooded back—the training grounds, the explosion, the lies.He turned on the television, and an advertisement for the elite warriors flitted across the screen.I stared at it, unable to look away.“Do you aspire to be an elite warrior too?” he asked.I let out a bitter laugh. “I used to be one of the top three elite warriors in the Ashen Pack. My name is Sienna Shaw.”His eyes widened. “Sienna? My mother wanted me to recruit you into our pack! She admired your work and even showed me your papers on combat tactics.”I glanced down at my leg. “Not much use for that now, is there?”He leaned in closer. “Don’t say that. We’ll get you back on the training ground. Remember, my pack has the best resources.”His absolute certainty ignited a flicker of hope within me.Rehabilitation was brutal. I fell, dragged myself up, and fell again.But after every session, Julian was there.A year later, I stood completely unaided, without a crutch.On the day of my final surgery, I faced the mirror.The face looking back at me was a stranger’s—sharper, colder, wearing the marks of a survivor.But I liked it.I entered the latest warrior tournament.Once again, I claimed first place.Reporters followed me with cameras, eager for an interview, but I brushed them off.The fire had stolen my original face, and surgery had rebuilt it. I was no longer Sienna Shaw.During training, I felt eyes on me. A familiar scent in the air made me frown.I finished my run and turned to leave.“Sienna”Ryan stood there, looking haggard and hollowed out by grief.
