The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 312 "What are you going to do?" I splayed my fingers in the dirt, separating my pinky from the rest. "I'm going to cut off my finger." My mother went pale. "What? No. Avery, you can't do that!" "Please trust me." I swallowed down the lump in my throat and positioned the knife over my pinky. If I could just get it in one swift move, it would be over quickly. The bones in that finger were small and delicate. I just needed to persevere. "If I leave a piece of myself behind, Gideon will think I was attacked by wild animals. That they dragged me off and ate me.

He won't come looking for a corpse.' }) My mother shot to her feet, but crumpled immediately, falling to her knees. "Don't do this!" she pleaded. "Avery, this is insane" "I can heal it." I met her eyes. "I healed Gideon's wounds before. I can heal this too." My mother stared at me. Tears were streaming down her face. "Avery, you can't-" I didn't give her a chance to finish. I took a deep breath, steadying myself. Just do it, I thought to myself. Quick. Like ripping off a bandage. The breath loosed from my lips just as I brought the knife down. The pain was unlike anything I'd felt before.

might pass out. But the finger came free. I gasped and pulled my hand back, cradling it against my chest. Blood was everywhere. The severed finger lay on the ground, pale and lifeless. My mother was beside me in an instant. "Oh, Avery, Oh, sweetheart. I couldn't speak. The pain was too much, Bu I forced myself to focus. I had to heal it. I closed my eyes and reached

sun rising, I could feel it. The Moon Goddess's power flowing through me, like a cool hand on my shoulder. I placed my good hand over the wound and focused. 1/2 Chapter 312 +25 Bonus Warmth spread through my palm. I felt the flesh beginning to knit back together, the bone regrowing. It was slow and agonizing, but it was working. When I opened my eyes, my hand

off on my underclothes. I picked up the severed finger and placed it near the door. I didn't need to do much else; the rest would be obvious. Deirdre was still laying on the ground, unconscious, and the greenhouse was a mess from the fight. "We need to go," I said. "Now, before anyone comes looking." My mother nodded. She was still staring at my hand, but she didn't argue. We left through the back of the greenhouse and