The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 303 The guard glanced at the doctor. She nodded, and he turned and stepped outside. Good. That was one less set of eyes to worry about. The doctor poked and prodded at my stomach, muttering under her breath. She pulled out her pouch of herbs and waved it under my nose. I fought the urge to gag. Then, she made me remove my bottoms and performed a pelvic exam. All the while, I surreptitiously scanned the tables covered in herbs and bottles, searching for something useful. "Hm," she said. She set her materials aside. "You're fine. Just stressed.

Go back to your tent and rest." "Are you sure?" I asked. "I really don't feel well." "You're fine," she repeated firmly. She turned away, dismissing me. She probably didn't care if I had a miscarriage or something. It would likely just make her job a lot easier. I sat up slowly, letting my gaze continue to wander around the hut as I dressed. There were shelves lined with jars and vials. Labels I couldn't read from this distance. But one caught my eye. It was sitting on the table near the doctor's workspace. A small glass vial filled with clear liquid. The label read "Morphine." A narcotic.

Strong enough to knock someone out in moments. That was exactly what I was looking for. The doctor had her back turned, too busy focusing on her herbs to notice me. I took my chance and, while I was walking over to the door, I reached out and grabbed the vial. I slipped it into my pocket, along with a syringe I found. I turned, looking at the doctor. She didn't seem to notice. Satisfied, I met the guard outside and followed him back to my tent. Around midnight, I carried out my plan. I filled the syringe with the morphine, careful not to spill a drop.

Then, I tucked it into the folds of my dress and headed toward Asher's tent, claiming that I needed to talk to him. My guard followed me, but that didn't matter. I could manage. My plan was simple, although it made my stomach twist. I would tell Asher that I loved him. That I wanted to be with him, and that I was tired of waiting for our wedding night. He always wanted to fuck me, anyway. 7/2 Chapter 303 425 Bonus Once we were alone, I would inject him with the narcotic while he was distracted. Then, after he fell unconscious, I'd steal the keys to Gideon's cage and free him.

would run. We would find a way out of this camp and never look back. After... I wasn't sure what would happen after. But we had to get out of here first if there was ever going to be an "after" to consider. It had to work. It was the only plan I had left I had just reached Asher's tent when I heard voices. I froze. The voices were coming from inside the tent. I

leaned closer, trying to listen more, but it was no use. Whatever Asher said next was

and over. "I don't want Avery. I just want the child. Not her. Never her." The world tilted beneath my feet, and my knees began to buckle. 2/2 Chapter 304 +25 Bonus Chapter 304 Gideon's POV Everything was a blur. Shapes moving in and out of focus. Voices that sounded like they were underwater. I watched Avery walk away through the bars of my cage. Her back was turned to me, shoulders rigid. She didn't look back. Not even once. My body was on fire. Silver needles jutted from my

punishing me for it. Blood dripped from the wounds, pooling beneath me. The silver kept them from healing. Each breath sent fresh waves of agony through my body. I couldn't hold on much longer. My

too. I couldn't move. Asher was standing in front of me with his arms crossed. He looked pleased, "Good. You're awake," he said, "We can get started." I tried to speak, but my throat was too dry, Only a rasp came out. Asher walked over to a table and