Semua Bab His Abandoned Luna: Bab 201 - Bab 210

|| Lilac’s POV || The forest beyond Alaric's packhouse was alive with the scent of damp earth and pine, the towering trees casting long shadows across the narrow dirt path. Alaric walked ahead of me, his broad shoulders blocking most of the afternoon sun, his strides purposeful but unhurried. I trailed behind, my fingers brushing against the ferns that lined the trail, their leaves cool and slightly damp beneath my touch. "She doesn’t see many outsiders," Alaric said, glancing back at me. "But if anyone can help you understand what’s happening with Runa, it’s Endora." I nodded, though my stomach twisted at the mention of my missing wolf. Dormant. Not missing. That’s what everyone kept saying, as if Runa were merely sleeping and not gone, her presence in my mind replaced by an echoing silence that made my chest ache. The path sloped downward, leading to a small clearing where a weathered cottage stood, its wooden walls covered in ivy, smoke curling lazily from the

|| Lilac’s POV || The walls of Alaric's house were closing in on me. A place once felt so lively now became my cage. I paced the length of my borrowed bedroom for what felt like the hundredth time, my bare feet wearing grooves into the plush rug. The window was cracked open, letting in the crisp autumn air, but it did nothing to ease the fire burning in my chest. No word from Elara. Ezra's calls going unanswered. Dad and mom kept insisting I stayed here! The Alpha King election looming like a storm cloud. And here I was. In a way, trapped. A knock at the door. I didn't need to turn to know who it was. The scent of pine and earth wrapped me up and filled the room before he even spoke. "Dove," he called my name I whirled on him. "I'm leaving." His stormy grey eyes darkened. "No." "Not asking for permission." I grabbed my leather jacket from the bedpost, shoving my arms through the sleeves with jerky movements. "Either drive m

|| Lilac’s POV ||The projector's glow cast eerie shadows across the garden as the video played on. My breath caught in my throat when the woman in Elias's arms turned her face toward the camera— revealing Coco's unmistakable heart-shaped face, her raven hair splayed across Elias's bare chest like Serpents.A collective gasp ripped through the crowd.To my left, Alpha King Darius's knuckles whitened around his goblet, the gold bending under his grip. Luna Cassandra's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with horror. Kael stood frozen beside her, his face a mask of icy fury. And Coco— oh, dear little Coco, her already pale complexion turned ghostly, her fingers trembling where they clutched Kael's sleeve.For a heartbeat, the world stopped.Then chaos erupted."Stop this nonsense!" Elias roared, lunging toward Ezra to snatch the remote. His usually perfect golden hair was disheveled, his blue eyes wild. "What kind of joke is this?!"E

|| Third-party POV || The dungeon beneath the Reventhorn castle smelled of damp stone and wolfsbane. The dim yellow lights flickered along the rough-hewn walls, casting long shadows that danced like specters across the floor. Alpha King and Benson strode through the dungeon. The air grew colder with each descent. At the end of the narrow corridor stood a heavy iron door. Two guards flanked it, their faces grim in the torchlight. "She hasn't stopped crying," one guard muttered. Alpha Darius's jaw tightened. "Open it." The door groaned on its hinges, revealing a small cell lit by a single flickering torch. Coco sat hunched on a wooden stool, her peach gown now torn and smudged with dirt. Her raven hair hung in tangled waves around her face, and her hands, usually so graceful, shook where they clutched her knees. She looked up as we entered, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen. "How do you know Elias? How long have you known him?" The alpha king aske

|| Lilac’s POV || Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, painting golden stripes across the tangled sheets. I woke slowly, cocooned in warmth, Alaric's arm a heavy weight around my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. I shifted, and his grip tightened. "Mm. No." His voice was rough with sleep, his lips brushing my shoulder. "Five more minutes." Then his fingers trailed up my bare spine, calloused and teasing. Sparks ran through my skin, making it comfortable and wanting all at once. "Morning, dove," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. I shivered as his touch, pressing my back against him. Then I spoke finally, "someone's awake early." His chuckle vibrated against my skin. "Blame the woman in my bed." I rolled over to face him, my lips curling into a smirk. "Oh? And who might that be?" Alaric's eyes darkened, his hand sliding down to grip my hip. "A menace. A thorn in my side. A pain in my-" I smir