All Chapters of His Abandoned Luna: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

|| Lilac’s POV || “Nothing,” I replied with a sigh, though the word felt hollow even to me. “Nothing?” Elara raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. “It wasn’t nothing. The way he looked at you, and the way you reacted… It’s almost like you two are soulmates. Are you sure he’s not your mate? Really, really sure?” “He isn’t,” I said, my voice firm despite the ache in my chest. I wished he was. I wished we could be together forever. I wished I could bear his mark. But what was up with him? Why did he showed so much public affection suddenly? As if he wanted to claim me before the entire country. I should be upset but I was proud instead! “Not possible,” Madeline said, shaking her head. “The attraction between you two was undeniable. The way you two looked at each other...” “Wait, are you two together or something?” Astrid asked, her eyes wide with curiosity. “Surely they are, but not during the daytime,” Elara said, faking a cough as she smirked.

|| Lilac’s Perspective || The Alpha King moved fast. The morning after the disastrous event, he called for an emergency council meeting to discuss Kael’s candidacy. Dad and I got ready early, the weight of the situation heavy on our shoulders. I didn’t know what game the royal family was playing, but I knew I had to be there in case my father needed me. As we walked into the council room, the whispers began almost immediately. The room was filled with alphas and lunas, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The tension was palpable, the air thick with unspoken questions. The Alpha King and Luna Cassandra arrived shortly after, their presence commanding the room. Kael was noticeably absent, and that made me uneasy. Something was wrong. Something didn’t sit right. “Thank you all for gathering here on such short notice,” the Alpha King began, his voice calm but firm. “We are here today to discuss Kael Reventhorn’s candidacy for the upcoming Alpha Kin

|| Third-party POV || The dimly lit studio was a stage, and Kael was the lead actor in his own tragic play. The cameras rolled, capturing every tear, every trembling word, every carefully crafted lie. Alaric watched from the shadows of the council room, his sharp grey eyes fixed on the screen, his jaw clenched so tightly it felt like it might shatter. The accusations were ludicrous, a desperate attempt by Kael to salvage his crumbling reputation. But what infuriated Alaric the most was the way Kael had dragged Lilac into his web of lies. “This is absurd,” Alaric muttered under his breath, his voice low but laced with fury. His wolf growled in agreement, the sound reverberating in his chest. He could feel the weight of the room’s gaze on him, the whispers and sidelong glances as the alphas and lunas processed Kael’s words. The reporter on the screen leaned forward, her eyes filled with sympathy as she nodded along. “Thank you for sharing your story, Kael,” she sai

|| Lilac’s POV || The world turned upside down as the car flipped, the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass filling the air. My head slammed against the window, pain exploding behind my eyes. The car skidded to a stop, smoke rising from the hood as the alarms blared. “Lilac!” my father’s voice cut through the chaos. He kicked open his door, his movements quick and precise as he climbed out of the wreckage. “Jump!” I fumbled with my seatbelt, my hands shaking as I tried to open the door. The car was on fire, the heat searing my skin as I struggled to crawl out. My vision blurred, my head throbbing as I finally tumbled onto the road. “Lilac, run!” my father yelled, his voice strained as he faced off against the rogues who had surrounded us. There were more than ten of them, their eyes glowing with malice as they closed in. I tried to stand, but my legs gave out beneath me. My wolf was silent, leaving me defenseless. I felt useless, helpless, as I watc

|| Lilac’s POV ||The meadow stretched endlessly before me, a sea of emerald green dotted with wildflowers that swayed gently in the breeze. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming lilacs, a strange comfort that wrapped around me like a warm blanket. In the distance, the sound of a cascading waterfall echoed, its rhythmic roar both soothing and haunting. My feet moved on their own, drawn to the water’s edge, where the mist kissed my skin and the sunlight refracted into a thousand tiny rainbows.And then I saw her.Runa.My wolf.She lay on a bed of soft moss, her golden-brown fur shimmering faintly under the sunlight. Her chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, as if she were in a deep, peaceful slumber. Her fur was slightly damp, glistening with droplets from the waterfall nearby. She looked better than the last time I had seen her— stronger, healthier— but she was still unconscious, her presence in my mind a hollow void