When the Luna Falls Asleep Chapter 09

When the Luna Falls Asleep Chapter 09

Jonathan’s POV

“We need to break our mate bond.”

My voice was hoarse, but firm.

“I can’t keep hurting Allison. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to her.”

“Jonathan, how can you do this to me?!”

Chloe lifted her head and glared at me viciously.

The timid, gentle woman she had always pretended to be vanished completely.

“You were the one who pulled me into your bed!”

Her voice rose sharply.

“I only said a few words, and you practically handed Allison’s portfolio to me on a silver platter. Even her parents—you were the one who introduced me to them.”

“And now you want to wash your hands of me?”

“I won’t let you!”

A twisted smile appeared on her face, “I worked so hard to replace her. Now that she’s gone, everything is finally mine.”

“I’ll be Mom and Dad’s only daughter from now on.”

A loud crash suddenly echoed from the doorway.

I spun around.

Lauren and Shane stood frozen there.

The stack of missing-person flyers they had been carrying scattered across the floor.

Lauren stared at Chloe as if she were looking at a stranger.

Her face was pale with disbelief, “Chloe…”

Her voice trembled, “What do you mean by that? How could you do this to us?”

Panic flashed across Chloe’s face, “No! Mom, Dad, that’s not what I meant—”

Suddenly, something clicked in my mind.

My heart lurched, “I know where Allison is.”

Everyone looked at me.

My voice sounded distant, almost hollow.

“What if…” I swallowed hard, “What if what she said on the phone was true? What if she really went to the research institute?”

“No way.”

Shane rejected the idea immediately, “She’s terrified of pain. Why would she volunteer to be a test subject?”

But I noticed his hands were shaking.

Then my phone rang.

It was my beta.

I answered immediately.

“Alpha.”

His voice was urgent, “We found Luna Allison.”

My breath caught, “What?”

“We tracked her last known location.”

A pause.

“She went to Neurovia Labs.”

By the time we arrived at the institute, everyone’s faces were filled with fear and uncertainty.

But security stopped us at the entrance.

“This is a confidential project. No unauthorized visitors are allowed inside.”

Lauren broke down on the spot.

Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded with the researchers.

“My daughter is in there! Please… just let me see her once.”

Her voice cracked, “I still haven’t celebrated her birthday…”

No matter what they said, none of us were willing to leave.

Eventually, one of the staff members relented.

They allowed us to see Allison through a reinforced observation window.

The moment I looked through the glass, my heart shattered.

There she was.

Allison.

She lay quietly on a medical bed.

She was so thin. So pale. So still.

Dozens of tubes and wires ran from her body into the machines surrounding her.

Monitors recorded her vital signs twenty-four hours a day.

Lauren collapsed into tears.

“Allison…” She pressed both hands against the glass, “Please open your eyes and look at me.”

Her shoulders shook violently, “I didn’t mean those things. I was angry.”

“You’re my only daughter. How could I ever dislike you?”

I couldn’t look away.

I greedily memorized every detail of Allison’s face, as though I could carve her image into my soul.

After a long silence, I finally forced myself to ask: “What are the chances she’ll wake up?”

The healer shook his head, “We don’t know. The risks of this trial are extremely high.”

“In the end, everything depends on the patient’s own will to survive.”

He sighed softly, “But her desire to live seems very weak.”

A painful pause followed.

“We honestly don’t know whether she’ll ever wake up.”

From that day on, rain or shine, Allison’s parents and I appeared outside the institute every single day.

Waiting. Praying. Hoping.

Waiting for news that she had opened her eyes.

—

## Allison’s POV

I woke up exactly one year later.

The first thing I saw was Healer Nina’s delighted face.

The experimental treatment had succeeded.

My narcolepsy was gone. All I needed now was rehabilitation.

But Nina hesitated before speaking.

She told me that my family had been waiting outside the institute every day for an entire year.

Then she asked quietly: “Would you like us to tell them you’ve woken up?”

I shook my head, “No.”

I didn’t want them notified.

After standing so close to death, I had finally figured something out.

I no longer wanted to spend my life begging for love.

From now on, I wanted to live for myself.

After I fully recovered, I moved to a small seaside town. I joined the local wolf pack and opened a tiny design studio of my own.

Fortunately, the research program had paid me generously for participating in the trial.

It gave me enough money to start over.

To do what I truly loved.

Fashion design.

Despite sleeping away so much of my life, my creativity hadn’t disappeared.

I threw myself into sketching, pattern-making, photoshoots, and building my online presence.

Then everything changed.

One of my gowns was worn by a famous actress on a red carpet.

Overnight, it went viral.

Suddenly, invitations poured in from everywhere.

My business exploded.

I became so busy that I practically lived in my studio.

One afternoon, after finally finishing a mountain of work, I rubbed my aching shoulders and decided to step outside for some fresh air.

The moment I opened the door, I froze.

Several unexpected visitors were standing outside my studio.