The Luna’s Last Drop Chapter 07

The Luna’s Last Drop Chapter 07

Scarlett cried for a very long time. Nurses walked 

past her one after another, yet all chose to look the 

other way. 

Whispers soon spread around her. 

“Isn’t that the ungrateful little pup?” 

“I heard she was the one who handed the pen to 

Luna. She practically killed her own mother.” 

“Shh, Alpha is inside.” 

Scarlett couldn’t fully understand their words, yet 

she could feel the cold shift in their stares, as if 

they were looking at something filthy and 

loathsome. 

She wiped away her tears and hurried toward 

Selene’s room. 

She pushed the door open abruptly and saw Selene leaning half upright in bed, admiring her 

reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, 

her eyes bright and full of energy. 

The moment she spotted Scarlett, disgust flashed across Selene’s face. “Who said you could come 

in?” 

Scarlett hesitated for a moment before stepping 

forward timidly. “Selene, I fell down and it hurts so 

much…” 

She reached out to tug Selene’s sleeve, but Selene 

flinched away sharply as if burned. “Don’t touch 

me!” 

Scarlett froze in place. Selene glanced at the 

bloodstain on her dress and let out a cold sneer. 

“You reek of blood, just like your mother. Such a 

cursed little jinx.” 

Scarlett’s face turned deathly pale. “You once said 

you loved me most. You promised you would take 

me to the dance show if Mommy couldn’t come…” 

Selene broke into icy laughter. “You actually 

believed that? I only said it to get under her skin.” 

Scarlett’s lips trembled uncontrollably. 

Selene wiped her sleeves with a tissue, her tone 

filled with repulsion. “I’ve always hated other 

people’s pups. Why would I ever take you in? 

Besides, you’re a pup who helped an outsider kill 

her own mother. Who would ever want someone 

like you?” 

“I didn’t!” Scarlett burst into tears. 

Selene leaned down, her voice hissing like a 

venomous snake. “You didn’t? Weren’t you the one 

who handed her the pen? Weren’t you the one who 

begged her to sign it right before she died? Scarlett, you turned out to be far more useful than 

I ever imagined.” 

Scarlett burst into tears. “No! You said she would 

get better! You said Mommy wouldn’t really die!” 

Selene glared at her and pressed the call bell. 

“Nurse, take her away. Her crying is giving me a 

splitting headache.” 

A nurse walked in. She looked at Scarlett’s 

tear–streaked face with pity in her eyes, but she 

still dragged Scarlett out by force. 

Scarlett didn’t dare go back to Selene. She ran 

back to the operating room. Kieran was still there, 

clutching my sweater tightly, his face buried in the 

fabric. 

Scarlett walked over slowly, “Daddy?” 

Kieran looked up. His eyes were bloodshot, hollow, 

staring into an abyss of despair. 

Scarlett flinched. “Daddy, Selene won’t teach me 

the dance anymore.” 

Kieran stared at her for a long while before 

speaking in a hoarse voice rough as rusted metal. “Why did you force your mother to sign those. papers? Didn’t you know she was already dying?” 

Tears streamed freely down Scarlett’s cheeks. “I didn’t know! Selene said she would get better! I just wanted someone to go to the dance with me!” 

Kieran kept his gaze fixed firmly on her. “And the night of the car accident? Why did you beg me to save Selene? She was your mother! Your real 

mother!” 

Crushed by his accusations, Scarlett broke down 

completely. “You said she was strong! You said 

she would be fine after staying one night in the 

pack hospital! I truly thought she would be fine!” 

Kieran squeezed his eyes shut tightly, as if he had just received a heavy slap in the face. Those 

words had come straight from his own mouth, 

and Scarlett had merely chosen to believe him. 

But Vivian was gone forever. 

A low bitter laugh escaped his throat, which soon 

turned into violent painful coughs. 

He finally came to realize that their mate bond had shattered beyond repair. Overwhelmed by belated 

agony, he coughed relentlessly until fresh blood 

stained his palms. 

He held the wool sweater even tighter, and the last shred of his sanity crumbled away. 

That night, Scarlett was sent back home. 

She pushed open her bedroom door and saw her wardrobe standing wide open, lined with neatly pressed dance dresses. In the top drawer lay ribbons, hair clips and spare dance shoes 

arranged in perfect order. 

A note was stuck there: [Scarlett has rehearsal on Friday. White ribbons are in the second 

compartment on the left. Remember to drink warm water after practice.] 

Scarlett stared at the note for a long time, then threw herself forward and buried her face deep in the white ribbon. “Mommy…” 

She shook all over as she cried, yet the room 

remained dead silent. No one would ever walk in to pat her head softly and whisper that Mommy was right there by her side ever again.