Semua Bab His Abandoned Luna: Bab 191 - Bab 200

|| Lilac's POV || The garden was alive with murmurs as the elders gathered around Ezra, their ancient hands hovering over his newly shifted form. His wolf—magnificent, silver-furred, with eyes like molten gold—stood tall under their scrutiny. The moonlight bathed him in an ethereal glow, casting long shadows across the grass. He looks like Father, I thought, my chest swelling with pride. The head healer, a wizened woman with eyes sharp as daggers, pressed her palm to Ezra’s flank. A pulse of magic rippled through the air, and the crowd held its breath. "His wolf is strong," she declared at last, voice carrying over the silent gathering. "Unusually so for a first shift. The bond between man and beast is seamless—no hesitation, no fracture. A rare thing." Another elder nodded, running his fingers through Ezra’s fur. "No signs of instability. His instincts are sharp, his control remarkable. This is no ordinary wolf." A murmur of approval spread through the

|| Lilac's POV || The celebration hummed around me, laughter and clinking glasses grating against my frayed nerves. Torchlight flickered across the garden, casting long shadows that seemed to twist like living things. My fingers clenched around my wine glass hard enough to shatter it. Ezra had helped Elias to a seat, the picture of gracious victory. My little brother—my sweet, reckless brother—was smiling as if he hadn't just dismantled a seasoned warrior in front of the entire kingdom. "Sorry, I hope you won't take it personally," Ezra said, handing Elias a cloth for his bleeding lip. My vision tinted red. I strode forward, my silk skirts whispering against the grass like a blade being drawn. "Why? Why would you challenge him during the Ceremony?" The words tore from my throat before I could stop it. Ezra blinked at me. "Come on, Lilac. It was a good spar!" "Shut up," I snapped, never taking my eyes off Elias. He looked up at me, his too

|| Third-party POV || The whiskey burned Elias’ throat as he swallowed, the amber liquid doing little to soothe the unease coiling in his gut. The garden had emptied, most guests drifting away into the night, leaving only the lingering scent of roses and cigar smoke. Alexander clinked his glass against Elias’ with a smirk. "Cheers to your new life." "Yeah, cheers," Elias muttered, his gaze drifting to where Lilac had stood moments ago. She’d looked at him like he was something she’d scraped off her boot. Alexander followed his stare. "Why the long face?" "I don’t think Lilac is happy about the announcement." The words slipped out before he could stop them. Alexander chuckled, refilling Elias’ glass. "You don’t know that. Besides, one kiss from you will melt her down. That’s how strong the mate bond is." Elias’ fingers tightened around his glass. "It’s not that simple." He shouldn’t be saying this. Alexander had never been his ally—not until recentl

|| Lilac’s POV || I walked behind Alaric to a room that Alexander showed us. The moment the room’s door clicked shut behind us, Alaric's control shattered. His hands were on me before I could breathe -one tangling in my hair, the other gripping my waist hard enough to bruise as he backed me against the wall. The wood pressed into my spine, but I barely felt it, not when his mouth crashed down on mine with a hunger that stole my breath. "I've waited too fucking long for this," he growled against my lips, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. I arched into him, my fingers scrambling at the buttons of his shirt. "Then stop waiting." His laugh was dark, promising. "Being impatient, little Luna." The dresser hit the backs of my thighs as he lifted me onto it, the wood cool through the thin fabric of my dress. His hands slid under my thighs, yanking me to the edge until there was no space left between us. "Alaric-" "

|| Lilac’s POV || The scent of pine and aged parchment filled the spacious bedroom as I unpacked my belongings into the dark oak wardrobe. Alaric’s packhouse was nothing like home— the walls were thicker, everything was close to nature and the silence was heavier. Every movement echoed, reminding me just how far I was from the familiar comforts of my family’s estate. My fingers lingered on the sleeve of a silk blouse, the fabric smooth against my skin. Father agreed to this too easily. The thought gnawed at me. He had barely protested when Alaric insisted I stay under his protection, away from the capital’s growing unrest. Away from Elias, who had been conveniently dispatched to the border on some fabricated investigation. "For your safety," Dad had said, his voice gruff. "And for theirs," Alaric had added, his grey eyes unreadable. I swallowed hard, folding the blouse with more force than necessary. They were hiding something— something bigger than Eli