Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Abandoned Luna: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

|| Lilac’s POV || The words sent a chill down my spine. “This is… the curse of the Nightshades,” I whispered. The goddess nodded, her expression grim. “Yes. This is the curse that plagues them to this day. No Alpha of the Nightshades has found their soulmate since. It was not I who cursed them, Lilac. It was Erebus who brought this doom upon himself.” The meadow returned, the vision fading like a dream. I sat there, my mind reeling, my heart heavy with the weight of what I had seen. “Why did you show me this?” I asked, my voice trembling. The goddess turned to me, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and sorrow. “There are two reasons, Lilac. First, you are the one who will restore the fates of the Nightshades. And second, this is happening again. The werewolves are colluding with rogues and witches. If you do not act, the same doom will befall them all.” “Me? How can I restore their honor? No one even know them. And who is colluding with the wi

|| Lilac’s POV || The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the living room. I sat on the couch, my legs tucked beneath me, a blanket draped over my shoulders. My body still ached from the attack, but the pain was dull now, a constant reminder of how close I’d come to losing everything. Ezra sat beside me, his usual goofy grin plastered across his face as he tried to wrestle the remote control from my hands. “Come on, it’s my turn! The game is on!” he argued, his voice rising in mock indignation. “Shut up, let me see the news,” I shot back, holding the remote out of his reach. I flipped through the channels, my fingers pausing as I caught a glimpse of my father on the screen. My heart skipped a beat. “What’s going on?” Mom asked, her voice tinged with concern as she stepped into the room, a tray of snacks in her hands. “I don’t know,” I murmured, my eyes glued to the television. I turned up the volume, my stomach churning as

|| Alaric’s POV || The room erupted into murmurs, but Marcus silenced them with a sharp look. “We need evidence,” he said, his voice firm. “Something to prove our innocence.” I nodded, my mind racing. “We also need to find out who’s behind this. Cassandra is the obvious suspect, but we need proof.” Elizabeth, the pack’s liaison with the outside world, spoke up next. “I heard Benson Blackwood’s interview. You said his daughter was our Luna. How could she let this happen to us?” The room fell silent, all eyes turning to me. My heart raced. Lilac. Was she safe? Did she believe the lies? “Is that true, Alpha?” someone asked. “She looked so innocent,” another voice added. Whispers filled the room, their words sharp and accusing. My fists clenched at my sides, but Marcus stepped in before I could respond. “Enough,” he said, his voice firm. “Benson must have his reasons. Our Luna might even be in danger.” The room quieted, but Elizabeth was

|| Lilac’s POV ||We sat down, and the conversation around the table was stilted, the tension palpable. I picked at my food, my appetite gone, as the others exchanged uneasy glances. Alaric tried to lighten the mood, asking Garry about the latest patrol reports, but even his efforts fell flat.As we ate, Alaric suddenly stiffened, his eyes glazing over as he received a mindlink. He excused himself with a quick,“I’ll be right back,” before striding out of the diner, leaving me alone with the others.The moment he was gone, Elizabeth turned to me, her eyes blazing.“So, why are you here?” she asked, her voice sharp and accusatory.I blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”“Are you here to spy on him? Haven’t you done enough damage?” Elizabeth snapped, her tone dripping with venom.I set my spoon down, my hands trembling.“I will never harm him,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me.Eli

|| Lilac’s POV || “I also have a second proposition,” Alaric said, his voice cutting through the noise. “In case Kael wants the results sooner.” Kael’s eyes narrowed. “What proposition?” Alaric’s smile was calm but calculated. “I happened to come across an ancient ritual used by the Nightshades— a ritual that reveals one’s memories on a stone under the full moon.” The room fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in. “But you need a healer from their clan to perform it,” one of the council members pointed out. “Yes,” Alaric replied, his tone steady. “And luckily, I came across one.” The whispers grew louder, the room buzzing with speculation. “How did he…?” someone murmured. “He’s really a man of many mysteries,” another added. I smiled to myself. This was my plan too. I had found the ritual in a book in my father’s study. I knew Kael was lying, and the trick was to pressure him into revealing the truth. We didn’t actually have a