Chapter 75 Anger

Chapter 75 Anger
Ava POV
The pack hospital was always warm and full of movement. Healers, nurses, midwives, warriors, everyone worked with steady hands and sharp eyes. I loved being there. It felt like a place where my herbs actually made a difference.
I carried a basket of fresh herbs inside, and immediately three healers rushed toward me.
“Ava! You brought the moonleaf mixture?”
“Yes.” I smiled and handed it over.
One of them, Elder Mara, placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Your herbs saved two patients this morning. You truly have a gift.”
“We are lucky to have you,” another said. “You’d make a wonderful Luna.”
My cheeks warmed. Compliments were still strange to me. I never knew how to handle them.
I thanked them softly, but they kept going.
“The pack already loves you.”
“A human or not, you are kind, patient, hardworking. That is what matters.”
“Cain chose well.”
I smiled warmly, feeling the sincerity in their words. Their belief in me warmed my chest, soothing the sadness that still lingered inside from the loss.
But of course… Emma was standing there too.
She pretended to help organize bandages while her eyes flicked toward me, fake smile sharp enough to cut glass. She had been standing in that corner the entire time, watching every compliment I received, her jaw stiff, her eyes narrowing slightly each time someone praises me.
I saw everything but I pretended not to notice.
I kept smiling politely, thanking the healers, handing out herbs, and washing my hands after each preparation. I acted completely unaware, like Emma didn’t exist.
That annoyed her even more.
After I finished sorting herbs into small jars and teaching one of the younger healers how to boil the calming remedy properly, I packed up my empty basket.
“Thank you, Ava.”
“You’re a blessing.”
“Luna material.”
I smiled again, grateful for their warmth, then walked out into the hallway.
I didn’t take more than five steps before I heard footsteps behind me.
Of course, Emma.
She rushed up beside me, pretending to be cheerful.
“Ava,” she said sweetly. “You really will make a great Luna.”
I turned to her with a calm smile. “I know.”
Her smile twitched.
She clearly wasn’t expecting that answer.
We walked a few more steps before she spoke again, this time slower, with a strange, calculating tone.
“But… you know, Ava,” she said, tilting her head, “a Luna needs to be able to carry children. The pack needs an heir. So… you should try for another pregnancy soon.”
My chest tightened.
She said it with such casual cruelty, as if my loss meant nothing. As if I hadn’t cried for nights. As if she wasn’t the one who caused it.
I took a breath, forcing myself to stay calm.
“Cain cherishes me,” I said quietly but firmly. “And he wanted to announce me as Luna already. I’m the one who told him to wait.”
Emma blinked, surprised at my confidence.
But she didn’t back down.
“Well…” She forced a laugh. “The king always needs an heir. If you can’t give him one, maybe you should let someone capable step in.”
My heart stopped for a moment.
I turned to her fully. “What exactly are you trying to say?”
Emma lifted her shoulders innocently. “Nothing. I’m only saying the truth. A child makes a Luna stronger. And you’re human, Ava. Humans are… weak and fragile. You can’t compete with the needs of a wolf kingdom.”
I stared at her.
She didn’t even hide it anymore.
She wanted me gone.
She wanted Cain.
Every word out of her mouth was meant to stab me where it hurt the most.
I didn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me crumble.
Instead, I nodded once, sharply.
“Thank you for your… advice Emma.”
And I walked away—fast, before my anger slipped out of control.
By the time I reached Cain’s chamber, my chest was tight with rage. I threw my comb onto the wall the moment I stepped inside. It hit the stone with a sharp crack and fell to the floor.
I stood there breathing hard, hands shaking slightly.
A few seconds later, I heard his footsteps.
Cain walked into the room, eyes instantly narrowing as he looked at the comb on the ground, then back at me.
“Ava,” he said, voice deep and concerned. “Are you alright?”
I forced a smile. “I’m fine.”
He raised a brow. “You don’t look fine.”
“I am,” I insisted, shrugging a little. “Just… annoyed.”
“At what?” he asked, stepping closer.
“Nothing important.” I looked away. “Don’t worry about it Cain."
He studied me for a moment, his eyes sharp like he was trying to look into my thoughts.
But I kept my face calm. Very calm.
I didn’t want him to worry. And I definitely didn’t want him confronting Emma without proof. I needed to handle her myself. I needed to catch her, expose her, and make sure she never hurt anyone again.
Cain let out a low breath, then gently took my hand.
“Come,” he said softly.
“To where?” I asked, confused.
“I want to show you something important."
His grip was warm, steady, reassuring.
Whatever anger was in my chest loosened slightly.
I nodded and let him lead me out of the chamber, my heart beating slowly, steadying in his presence.