Semua Bab His Abandoned Luna: Bab 181 - Bab 190

|| Alaric’s POV || The meeting dragged on, the voices around me blending into a dull hum as my mind wandered. I couldn’t focus. My thoughts kept drifting back to Lilac, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. It was like a shadow creeping over me, a warning I couldn’t ignore. I clenched my fists under the table. Hunter stirred restlessly inside me. 'Calm down,' I said to him. 'Something’s wrong,' Hunter growled, his voice low and urgent. 'She’s in trouble.' 'She is at her father's territory. Her so-called mate is always around. He is a warrior. She should be fine,' I tried to assure him but who was I kidding. 'No, she's not. I can sense it,' Hunter pleaded. I tried to shake the feeling, to focus on the discussion at hand, but it was of no use. 'Move, Alaric... go to her. NOW!' Hunter growled in my head. The unease grew, sharp and insistent, until it felt like a knife twisting in my gut. Then, suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my

|| Lilac's POV || Darkness. That was the first thing I registered as I slowly clawed my way back to consciousness. It was thick, suffocating, pressing down on me from all sides. My body felt heavy, like it was made of lead, and every inch of me ached with a dull, throbbing pain. My head pounded, the ache sharp and unrelenting, and my limbs felt like they’d been crushed under a boulder. Where am I? The thought flickered weakly in my mind, barely coherent. I tried to move, but my body refused to obey. My arms felt like they were pinned down, my legs numb and unresponsive. Panic bubbled up in my chest, but even that felt distant, muted, as if I were trapped in a fog. The air was cold, damp, and carried the faint metallic tang of blood and rust. The sound of water dripping echoed somewhere in the distance, a constant, rhythmic noise that grated on my nerves. It was the only sound I could hear, apart from the faint, ragged sound of my own breathing. What happened

|| Third-party POV || The Reventhorn Castle was cloaked in an air of tension, the kind that made even the walls seem to hold their breath. Darius had called for an urgent meeting, summoning Alpha Asher, Alpha Daren, and Alexander to his study. Benson was already there, his presence a storm of barely contained rage and desperation. The rogue they had captured sat bound and silent in the corner, his expression blank, his eyes devoid of any emotion. He was a ghost, a shadow, a tool used and discarded by someone far more dangerous. The room was heavy with the weight of unspoken fears and unanswered questions. Benson stood by the window, his arms crossed, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might shatter. Darius sat at the head of the table, his expression grave, while Asher and Daren exchanged uneasy glances. Alexander leaned against the wall, his usual calm demeanor replaced by a sharp, focused intensity. “We need to find her,” Benson said, his voice low but fi

The night was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of rain and danger. Alaric moved through the shadows like a predator, his every step deliberate, his senses sharp and unrelenting. The faint trail of the rogue’s scent and the other scents that might came from his partners, faint but unmistakable, led him forward, his wolf, Hunter, growling low in his chest. Alexander followed close behind, his presence a steady, grounding force amidst the storm of Alaric’s emotions. The abandoned warehouse loomed ahead, its broken windows and crumbling walls a stark contrast to the surrounding cityscape. It was a place forgotten by time, a perfect hideout for those who thrived in darkness. Alaric’s jaw tightened as he approached, his eyes scanning the perimeter. The place was guarded, rogues patrolling the area with a casual arrogance that made his blood boil. Marcus and Garry arrived moments later, their presence a welcome reinforcement. They were followed by a group of warri

|| Lilac's POV || Alaric carried me into my room, his arms steady despite the blood that stained both of us. My clothes were torn, my skin smeared with dirt and dried blood, and his hair was disheveled, his face etched with exhaustion and worry. But the closeness, his scent, everything helped me to calm my nerves. He set me down gently on my bed, his touch careful, as if I might break. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his shirt, my body trembling with the aftershocks of fear. “Let me get you clean,” my mom said softly, stepping forward with a damp cloth in her hands. But I shook my head, my grip on Alaric tightening. “No… please don’t leave,” I whispered, my voice trembling. The thought of him walking away, even for a moment, sent a fresh wave of panic through me. What if they came back? What if I was taken again? What if they try to... “I’m not leaving you,” Alaric said, his voice steady and firm. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me closer as I