Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn Luna Queen: Mated to His Big Brother: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

|| Lilac’s POV || His grip tightened on my ass as he pulled me closer. I could feel he was still hard. My eyes widened. His hand grabbed my neck, pulling me closer. The moment Alaric's lips met mine, the world around us dissolved into nothingness. His hands were everywhere, rough and desperate, as if he were trying to convince himself that I was real, that I was here. I clung to him, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body pressing against his as if I could erase the distance, the pain, the months of separation with just this-just us. He broke the kiss only to tear at my dress, the fabric ripping under his hands with a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. The cool air hit my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze as he took me in, his eyes dark with desire. My breath hitched as he exposed my breasts, his hands trembling as they cupped me, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they hardened under his touch. "Alaric," I whispered, my voice tre

|| Lilac’s POV || The moment I stepped into Elara’s apartment, the weight of their stares hit me like a tidal wave. Elara, Madeline, Astrid, and Alexander— all four of them were there, their expressions a mix of worry, curiosity, and something else I couldn’t quite place. It was three in the morning, and the air was thick with tension. “Goddess, look at you,” Elara said, her voice a mix of concern and exasperation as she took in my disheveled appearance. I leaned against the door, my legs trembling beneath me. “I know it’s wrong, okay? I know I shouldn’t have. But I can’t. I can’t stay away from him. Being with Alaric doesn’t feel wrong,” I said, my voice breaking as the words spilled out. Elara didn’t hesitate. She crossed the room in two strides and pulled me into a tight hug. I clung to her, my fingers digging into her shoulders as I tried to steady myself. “I think you should sit down first. We need to tell you something,” Astrid said, her tone unus

|| Lilac’s POV || I woke up to the warm caress of sunlight on my face, the golden beams filtering through the curtains and painting the room in soft hues. For a moment, I lay still, my mind groggy and disoriented. The events of the previous night came rushing back— Madeline’s revelation, the unsettling truth about Elias, and the weight of the decisions I had to make. But for now, in the quiet of Elara’s apartment, I felt a rare sense of calm. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” Elara’s voice broke through the silence, her tone light but carrying an undercurrent of concern. “Morning,” I mumbled, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The couch was comfortable, but my body ached from the awkward position I’d slept in. “Where are the rest?” I asked, glancing around the room. “Well, they left after you dozed off,” Elara said, sitting down beside me. She handed me a steaming mug of coffee, the rich aroma immediately waking me up. “Oh,” I said, taking a sip o

|| Lilac’s POV || The moment Elias left, I felt a wave of unease wash over me. His invitation for a drive wasn’t just a casual suggestion—it felt calculated, like a move in a game I didn’t fully understand. I needed to talk to someone, to get my thoughts in order. So, I called Elara. “Hey,” I said as soon as she picked up, my voice low and urgent. “Elias just asked me out for a drive.” There was a pause on the other end, and then Elara’s voice came through, sharp and alert. “What did you say?” “I said yes,” I replied, my tone tinged with frustration. “I didn’t have a choice. If I said no, it would’ve raised his suspicions.” Elara sighed, her voice thoughtful. “Okay, okay. This could actually work in our favor.” “How?” I asked, my brow furrowing. “Cozy up to him,” Elara said, her tone firm. “Play along. If he thinks you’re warming up to him, he might let something slip. We need to know his motives, Lilac. This could be our chance.” I hesitated,

|| Lilac's POV || The next few days passed in a blur, each one blending into the next like watercolors on a canvas. Elara and I spent hours hunched over dusty old books, our fingers tracing faded ink as we searched for clues about the Nightshades. The library was quiet, the air thick with the scent of aged paper and the weight of unanswered questions. We found little— just fragments of their customs, rituals, and vague mentions of their power. Nothing concrete, nothing that could explain why Elias seemed so... off. “This is useless,” I muttered, slamming a book shut and leaning back in my chair. My head was pounding, my eyes strained from hours of reading. “There’s nothing here.” Elara glanced up from her own stack of books, her expression sympathetic. “We’ll find something, Lilac. We just have to keep looking.” “What if there’s nothing to find?” I asked, my voice tinged with frustration. “What if Elias is exactly what he seems—a good man who just happens to be m