The Alpha's Luna Is Mine

We Need You

Aethelwulf’s POV

“Well, I think she should be hospitalized. My home isn’t a clinic, you know.”

That statement snapped something sharp inside my head, like a thin thread stretched too tightly finally giving way. For a second, I just stared at him, trying to process the weight of what he had just said.

“I didn’t quite get that statement… what did you just say?” I asked, my voice low and controlled, but carrying a dangerous edge beneath it.

He took a deep breath, as if steadying himself for an argument he clearly intended to win.

“We have a hospital in this pack for a reason, and you know that. If my subjects can be hospitalized, why can’t she be there too? It’s risky keeping her here. Our health is at risk as well, you know,” he said, taking a step forward, his tone firm and almost defensive.

A slow smirk formed on my lips, not out of amusement, but disbelief. The kind that comes when someone says something so unreasonable, it almost feels unreal.

“Bro… you need some rest,” I said, my voice calm, almost dismissive. “Go take a cold shower. After that, we can have this conversation properly. Not now. I can see you’re not in the right frame of mind.”

I sat down casually, pulling my phone out of my pocket, as though I had already dismissed the conversation entirely. But inside me, irritation simmered, building quietly like heat beneath the surface.

“What is that supposed to mean?” he asked, his voice rising, irritation bleeding through.

I stood up immediately, the calm I had been holding onto slipping away.

“It means you’re out of your mind for suggesting that the Luna of this pack should go back to the same hospital where she contracted the virus!” I thundered, my voice cutting through the room with sharp intensity.

He stared at me, his brows narrowing, his own anger rising to meet mine.

“People in that same hospital get treated and go home virus-free every single day. So tell me… what exactly is so special about her?” he shot back, his voice filled with frustration.

For a moment, I just looked at him, disbelief settling deep in my chest. Of all people to say that… her mate.

“What is so special about her? Really?” I repeated, my tone quieter now, but heavier, more dangerous.

I stepped closer, closing the distance between us. The air between us felt thick, tense, like it could snap at any second. I placed my hand on his shoulder, but he shoved it off almost immediately.

“She is not just any subject,” I said firmly, my eyes locked onto his. “She is the Luna of this pack. Her lying in one of those beds is the same as the Alpha being hospitalized in his own public hospital.”

He let out a light chuckle, the sound dry and dismissive, rubbing against my patience the wrong way.

“That’s a ridiculous way to think,” he said. “My concern goes beyond these petty ideas you have. We have people here. This virus spreads fast—you know that. In just two days, it could affect everyone. So stop being sentimental. She’s going to the hospital...”

“Why didn’t you send Tasha to the public hospital when she was sick?” I cut in immediately, my voice sharp. “Or was it because hers wasn’t contagious?”

He paused, swallowing hard before lifting his gaze back to mine.

“Look,” he said, his tone tightening, “they are my Luna, my she-wolves. I decide how they are treated. You don’t get to tell me what’s best for her.”

I didn’t respond immediately. I just stared at him, letting the silence stretch between us, heavy and uncomfortable.

He turned toward the door, gripping the doorknob tightly, his jaw clenched. Then he paused and looked back at me.

“The ambulance will be here any moment to take her to the hospital,” he said before opening the door.

“Kiera isn’t going anywhere,” I said firmly, my voice leaving no room for negotiation.

He didn’t reply. He simply walked out.

The silence that followed felt dense, pressing against the walls of the room.

I walked over and locked the door, the click echoing louder than it should have. Then I moved to the sofa and sat down, pulling out my phone again. My eyes scanned through a few documents, but my focus wasn’t entirely there. My mind kept drifting back to her to the steady rise and fall of her chest, to the quiet stillness that didn’t sit right with me.

I could access everything from here, handle responsibilities without stepping out. But staying here felt necessary… like leaving wasn’t an option.

After a few minutes, a knock came on the door,I already knew it was Preston. I stood up and walked over, opening the door slightly.

“They’re here,” he announced.

A small grin tugged at my lips, not out of humor, but sheer disbelief at his persistence.

“She isn’t going anywhere. I told you,” I replied, my tone calm but firm as I tried to close the door.

“Fine,” he snapped, frustration clear in his voice. “If she’s staying here, then Martha will take care of her not you. That’s my woman you’re in there with.”

I paused, looking at him properly this time. His expression annoyed, possessive, almost threatened—it was almost ironic.

“She’s my colleague,” I replied evenly. “And it’s my responsibility to make sure she gets back on her feet.”

He didn’t look convinced. His jaw tightened slightly, but he knew better than to drag the argument further.

“If you end up with the virus, don’t come anywhere near my office,” he said coldly.

Before he could add anything else, I slammed the door shut.

The sound echoed sharply, cutting off whatever words he might have had left.

I walked back to the sofa, picked up my phone, and continued scrolling through documents, trying to anchor myself in something practical, something steady.

Then an email notification popped up,I opened it immediately.

From the JK Group.

The operation has begun. We need your presence.

My expression hardened slightly as I read the words again, the weight of them settling in.

The timing… couldn’t have been worse.

And yet, it wasn’t something I could ignore.