Begging the Rejecting Luna Back

Chapter 57

Bella's POV

“Thanks,” I spat, my voice icy. I stayed curled up on the hospital bed, my back to Mom and Dad. Not a trace of gratitude, just a wolf’s snarl in my tone. “Are you done? You can leave now.”

“B—”

“Mum!” I spun, barely holding my anger in check. I could feel my wolf, Vesper, bristle in my mind, my pupils narrowing to a dangerous gold. “Just go! Please, just let me be alone.”

They exchanged a look—awkward, powerless—then finally left and shut the door. The silence buzzed between my ears, broken only by my ragged breaths and the throb of humiliation flooding my chest.

Vesper prowled, her own anger mirroring mine. “We shouldn’t let them see us like this,” she murmured.

I swept a hateful glance at the tray of food. I shoved it aside and grabbed my phone. Every wolf in our territ