#Chapter 189: The Luna Queen

Amelia The discharge papers felt more like a political negotiation than a medical release. Simon signed them reluctantly, warning me that my body was still adapting and that overexertion could accelerate the changes in unpredictable ways. Richard stood beside him the entire time, arms crossed and jaw tight, until I finally snapped and said, "I’m not going to crumble if I walk to the bathroom." Even so, I was sent home under strict bedrest guidelines and forbidden from participating in Pack business for at least another week, though that order lasted less than thirty-six hours. If you’re going to crown a new Alpha King, you also need to name a Luna, and they had postponed it for as long as they could. The council had already delayed the ceremony twice under the excuse of safety concerns, but that morning, a courier arrived with a box of ceremonial robes and a list of dignitaries who would be arriving within the hour. The public wanted a queen. I stood beside Richard on the tem