All Chapters of His Abandoned Luna: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

|| Lilac’s POV || As I reached my room, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, my heart skipping a beat when I saw the name on the screen. Alaric. 'Dinner or dessert?' I couldn’t help but smile, my fingers flying over the screen as I typed my reply, 'I can’t. I’m kinda grounded.' His response came almost immediately, 'I’ll wait for you in the woods then.' I bit my lip, my stomach fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. Another message popped up before I could reply. 'I know you’ll find a way.' I huffed, shaking my head. It felt like I was a teenager again, sneaking out to see a guy. But this wasn’t just any guy— this was Alaric. And despite the risks, I couldn’t resist the pull I felt toward him. I changed quickly, throwing on a pair of shorts, a loose top, and some boots. I added a touch of light makeup, just enough to make me feel confident, before heading downstairs. “I’m going for a walk,” I announced as I reached

|| Third-party POV || The opulent halls of the Reventhorn Castle echoed with the sound of Kael’s furious pacing. His boots clicked sharply against the polished marble floor, each step a testament to his growing rage. The council’s decision had been a crushing blow to his pride, and the public fallout from the interview had only deepened the wound. His fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles white as he muttered under his breath.I won’t let him win. Not again. Not Alaric. Not that bastard. Darius sat in a plush armchair by the fireplace, his expression calm but stern. The flickering flames cast shadows across his face, highlighting the lines of worry etched into his features. He watched his son with a mixture of frustration and pity, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “Kael, you need to apologize and step down. The council is losing patience, and the people are starting to question your leadership.” Kael stopped mid-stride, his head

|| Lilac’s POV || The day of the Luna Ceremony arrived sooner than expected, and the buzz surrounding it was impossible to ignore. Everywhere I turned, people were talking about the grand celebration, their voices filled with excitement and curiosity. Kael and Coco were plastered across every news outlet, their images showing them hand in hand, their smiles wide and their eyes gleaming with triumph. It was a masterstroke of publicity, and it was working. The scandal that had threatened to destroy them was slowly being overshadowed by the spectacle of their union. I sat at the kitchen table, trying to focus on cutting an apple, but my mind was elsewhere. The knife slipped, slicing through the apple and into my finger. I hissed in pain, staring at the deep cut as blood welled up. Great. Just great. That was the last thing I needed. The ceremony was tonight, and with my wolf still missing, the cut wouldn’t heal in time. I sighed, grabbing a tissue to stem the bleeding. A

|| Lilac’s POV ||Together, we dragged the unconscious men into the bushes, hiding them from view.“I’ve mindlinked my beta,” Alexander said. “He’ll take them away.”“Good,” I replied, my mind racing. “You stay with Madeline and give them a good scene. The moon is full, and the air is crisp. You know what I mean.”Alexander nodded, pulling Madeline closer. He kissed her deeply, his arms wrapping around her protectively. I stayed nearby, keeping watch, my senses on high alert.Soon, we heard footsteps approaching. Alexander’s beta arrived, his expression grim as he hauled the unconscious men away. Moments later, the rustling of leaves signaled the arrival of the reporters.I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. We had made it in time.As the reporters emerged from the shadows, their cameras flashing, Alexander and Madeline were ready. They stood together, their arms wrapped around each other, their faces glowing with hap

|| Lilac’s POV || “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have approached you so suddenly,” he apologized, his tone sincere. I tried to steady myself, my hands gripping his arms for support. His scent was faint, a hint of sage that was pleasant but not alluring. It wasn’t like Alaric’s scent, which had always drawn me in like a moth to a flame. “I want to go home,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Of course. I’ll carry you,” he said, lifting me into his arms. I didn’t have the strength to fight or to walk or to process what was happening. I let him carry me, my eyes drifting to Alaric one last time before we left the hall. His expression was neutral, but I could feel the pain radiating from him, a silent ache that mirrored my own. As we walked away, I felt as though I was being pulled away from my soul, from the one person who truly mattered. Oh, Runa, I thought, my heart breaking. Why are you not here yet?