Chapter 8: Dear Moon,Help My Marriage
1487 Words
YELENA
Nyra’s eyes went wide the second she saw me on the floor, kneeling and picking up the scattered files. She rushed forward, her hands shaking a little.
“What happened?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
My heart jumped to my throat. “What are you doing?” I hissed, my eyes darting toward Jackson who sat behind his desk like a damn king. “He’s right there!”
“I know,” she whispered back, her tone hardening. “But I can’t just stand here and see you like this, Lena.”
Her voice cracked at the end, anger simmering underneath.
Jackson’s voice cut through the air, deep and sharp. “Yes, yes, what do you want?”
We both froze.
Nyra stood, unable to say anything. You could see the veins in her body.
“If you don’t have any reason to be here, get out of my office!” His tone snapped like a whip, and Nyra straightened instantly, bowing slightly. “I-I’m sorry, sir. I just came to drop these files," she walked towards his table and dropped the files.
He didn’t even look up. “Pick it up.”
Nyra blinked, confused. “What?”
“I said pick it up. You heard me.”
I saw her jaw clench as she bent to grab the files again. I could feel her anger from where I stood, it was boiling off her like heat.
Jackson leaned back in his chair, resting one arm casually on the armrest. “How come all the nurses in this hospital are so disrespectful?” His tone was mocking, smooth, and cruel.
I could see Nyra struggling to remain calm.
“Did I tell you to drop those files?” he asked, turning his chair slightly to face her.
She shook her head. “No, sir.”
“And yet you did.” His lips twisted into a small smirk. “Well, I’m not in the mood to go through any files today. Come back later.”
Nyra gasped. “But sir, that patient, he’s coming this afternoon. If we don’t...”
Jackson raised his hand sharply, cutting her off. “I don’t want to hear a thing. Both of you, out.”
Her fists tightened at her sides. I could feel the tremor in the air, her wolf stirring. Before she could move, I grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the door.
She jerked away the moment we stepped into the hallway. “You should’ve let me deal with him!” she hissed, pacing fast, her eyes glowing faintly gold.
“You can’t,” I said quickly, catching her wrist again. “You’ll just make things worse. You know how he gets.”
She stopped so suddenly that I almost crashed into her back. My heart jumped like it wanted to leave my body.
“Nyra!” I hissed. “Are you crazy? What was that for? Do you want me to have a heart attack?”
She turned to me, forcing a fake smile. “You can’t have one. Your heart’s too stubborn to stop beating.”
I blinked. “Wow. Thanks for the compliment, I think?”
“Stop pretending it’s fine, Lena,” she said, her voice lowering. “He made you cry, didn’t he?”
I looked away, quickly wiping the leftover tears from my face with the back of my hand. “It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.”
“Doesn’t matter?” Her tone rose, furious. “That bastard yelled at our Luna like she’s some low-ranked omega! Where did he even crawl out from? Which pack allows this kind of disrespect?”
“Nyra, shh...” I tried to stop her, but she was already storming back toward his office.
I grabbed her arm again, dragging her back before she could be taken by the Alpha doctor.
She struggled against me like a wolf fighting a leash. “Leave me, Lena! Just one punch, that’s all I need!”
“Are you out of your mind?!” I hissed, pulling harder. “Do you want to lose your job or your head?!”
She groaned loudly, jerking her arm but not breaking free. “He deserves a good slap with a medical file!”
Two male nurses, both with egos bigger than their brains, passed by and stopped to watch her pacing in circles.
“What happened this time, Nyra?” one of them asked with fake concern.
She didn't respond.
The other smirked. “I hope you get well soon.”
“Get well soon, my foot!” she snapped, spinning on them. “You’re the one who’s sick, not me!”
They burst out laughing as they walked away.
I sighed. “Nyra, stop. They’re going to think you’re insane.”
“They already do,” she muttered, glaring at their backs.
“I mean more insane than usual,” I added, earning an eye roll from her.
She exhaled loudly and slumped against the wall. “You should’ve let me handle him.”
“And end up in the emergency room? No, thank you. I already have enough stress in my life.”
I dragged her back to our desk area, ignoring her halfhearted protests. When we reached her spot, she sat down with a dramatic sigh, laying her head on the table.
“Oh no, what are we going to do?” she whined.
I laughed softly and rubbed her curly black hair. “We’re going to do our work, that’s what we'll do. If we keep doing our job well, maybe his grumpy butt will stop targeting us.”
She looked up, glaring. “That man’s not just grumpy, he’s cursed. I swear the Moon Goddess forgot to give him a heart.”
“That’s what happens when you pray for a male doctor,” I teased, grinning.
Her jaw dropped. “Don’t remind me! I regret that prayer so much!”
A few other nurses nearby giggled, glancing our way. I gave them a small wave before turning back to Nyra.
“Don’t worry,” I said, smiling faintly. “You’ll get used to him. He’s here to stay.”
She groaned dramatically. “Moon help me.”
Then her expression shifted to serious, and concerned. “Lena, what’s wrong with you?”
I blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”
“I mean something’s bothering you. You’ve been weird lately.” Her eyes softened. “I'm your sister, you know.”
I hesitated. How was I supposed to explain that my cold, perfect husband was acting strange? That he wouldn’t even kiss me properly anymore? That every time I got close, he froze like he was scared of touching me?
I sighed. “It’s nothing.”
“Liar,” she said immediately, smirking.
I smiled weakly. “Fine, maybe something. But I don’t even know what it is.”
Nyra leaned closer. “Spill.”
I hesitated, chewing my lip before asking quietly, “What does it mean if a guy says ‘I’m not in the mood’ every time a lady tries to… You know, kiss him or something?”
Nyra’s eyebrows shot up. “Define ‘something.’”
I groaned. “You know what I mean.”
She stayed quiet for a second, tapping her chin, then asked, “Does he… um, do it by himself? Like, does he kiss her first sometimes?”
I nodded slowly. “Yes.”
“Well,” she said, dragging the word out, “if he doesn’t do it at all, that means he doesn’t like the girl. But if he does sometimes…” she trailed off, staring at me.
“Ehn ehn, continue!” I urged, leaning forward.
She sighed dramatically. “It means maybe… he only wants her when he wants her.”
My heart skipped. “What?”
“You know… for himself.” She shrugged awkwardly. “Maybe he’s using her just to satisfy his needs, not because he wants to be close.”
My chest tightened. “No… he’s not like that.”
Nyra’s eyes softened, but she quickly stood. “See, Lena, don’t take my word for it. I’m not a relationship counselor, I’m a nurse!” she said, throwing her hands up. “What do I know?”
She walked off toward the supply room, mumbling under her breath about men and hormones.
I sat there quietly, staring at nothing, my heart still racing.
Was that really what Tristan was doing?
No. He couldn’t be.
Could he?
I rested my elbows on the desk, pressing my fingers to my temples. My wolf, Lena, whimpered softly inside.
Something was wrong with him. I could feel it.
And maybe… just maybe… he was making sure I shouldn't find out what it was.
And I hoped it's not what I just heard... What I was thinking.
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