Chapter 58 Claire’s Plan
Zion stepped forward and reached for the door, but the omega quickly blocked his path despite her body trembling with fear. She stood firm, her voice wavering but resolute. "Alpha Zion, Luna Claire needs rest. She’s just come out of danger—she needs sleep. The doctor will come out shortly. Please wait a moment."
That a mere omega would dare to stop him, an Alpha, from entering a room in his own territory was unheard of. It was a first, and it only fueled the growing suspicion gnawing at Zion. He didn’t want to believe that Claire was hiding something, or worse, that someone in his pack might be trying to harm her. But either possibility was deeply troubling.
If someone inside was planning to harm Claire, it would only intensify the pressure on his pack. The perpetrator might even try to shift the blame, claiming that his missing Luna had run away out of guilt and fear of retribution from the royal family.
But if that were the case, the omega standing before him should have already defected—betraying her pack in the process. Yet, she looked too guilty and scared to have the courage to betray anyone. That left Zion with only one conclusion: Claire had already woken up. And for some unknown reason, she didn’t want to see him. But why?
Zion didn’t have the patience to speculate—he never did. Without another word, he brushed the trembling omega aside and entered the room. Inside, Claire was sitting up in bed, the healer and doctor standing silently at her sides, their heads bowed. When they noticed their Alpha, guilt, heartbreak, and a tangle of unreadable emotions crossed their faces, but neither of them spoke.
Zion’s eyes immediately found Claire. For a split second, her expression was unreadably blank—cold, even. But the moment their gazes met, her composure shattered. Tears welled up in her eyes, and then, without warning, she broke into sobs.
"Zion... my baby..." Claire’s voice cracked as sobs tore through her trembling lips. She looked like a plum blossom tree caught in a cold wind—fragile, beautiful, and heartbreakingly pitiful.
The sight might have moved anyone else.
But Zion felt... nothing.