All Chapters of His Abandoned Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

|| Lilac's POV ||Alaric’s eyes flashed with something primal, his grip on my hips tightening as he leaned in closer. His breath brushed against my ear, warm and minty, as he whispered, “Careful what you wish for, little Dove.”I shivered, the heat of his body against mine making it hard to think. Was it the alcohol, or was it him? I didn’t know, and at that moment, I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted him, wanted to feel his hands on me, his lips on mine, his body pressed against me in a way that left no space between us.The music was still thrumming in my veins as I stepped off the dance floor, my body humming with the residual energy of the night. The bar was alive with laughter and chatter, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat, but I needed a moment to breathe. My heart was racing, my skin still tingling from the heat of Alaric’s touch. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away, his gaze burning into my back like a brand. I didn’t have to turn around to know

|| Lilac's POV ||The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the pounding in my head. It felt like a pack of wolves had decided to throw a rave inside my skull, complete with strobe lights and a bass-heavy soundtrack. Every dull throb was a reminder that last night had been a very bad idea. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to block out the cruel assault of sunlight sneaking through the cracks in the curtains. The second thing I noticed was the warmth. Not the cozy, blanket-wrapped kind of warmth, but the solid, muscular, very much alive kind. An arm, a very male, very strong arm, was draped over my waist, holding me in place as if I belonged there. My heart stuttered. A slow, steady breath tickled the back of my neck, and the familiar scent of pinewoods filled my senses, rich and intoxicating. My stomach did an uncomfortable flip.Oh. No.My eyes flew open, and I froze.Alaric.He was still as

|| Lilac's POV ||The day had been long, too long. My body felt heavy, my mind a tangled mess of emotions I couldn’t quite unravel. I skipped dinner, unable to stomach the thought of food, and retreated to my room, collapsing onto the bed with a sigh. The cool sheets were a welcome relief against my skin, but they did little to ease the storm raging inside me.Mom had knocked on my door multiple times, her voice soft and concerned.“Sweetpea, are you okay? Do you need anything?” she’d asked, her worry evident in every word. I’d assured her I was fine, but the truth was, I wasn’t. I wasn’t okay at all.How could I be? Last night with Alaric had been… beyond anything I’d ever experienced. The way he’d looked at me, the way he’d touched me, the way he’d made me feel, it was overwhelming. My cheeks burned at the memory, my heart racing as I replayed every moment in my mind.His hands on my skin, rough yet tender, sending shivers of electricity through

|| Lilac's POV ||The engagement was broken, but the weight of it still clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t shake. I sat on the edge of my bed, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. I should have felt relief, freedom, but instead, I felt uneasy. So much had changed, and yet, so much remained the same. My wolf was still faint, her presence a whisper in the back of my mind. It was dangerous, if Kael or anyone else found out about my weakened state, I’d be vulnerable. And then there was Alaric. In my past life, I hadn’t met him until long after I’d mated with Kael. But this time, he was always there, a constant presence that both comforted and unnerved me. Even thinking about his name made my heart beat faster, a flutter of something I couldn’t quite name.I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I tried to push the thoughts away. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. I glanced at the screen, and my stomach dropped. Kae

|| Lilac’s POV ||The peach dress looked good—I’d give myself that much. Soft fabric, delicate embroidery, the kind of understated elegance that screamed "I didn’t try too hard" even though I’d spent an hour agonizing over it. The pearls were a nice touch—classic, regal. A Luna’s signature.Too bad I wasn’t a Luna anymore. Which is ironic considering I wasn't anymore.I tugged at the straps, my reflection staring back with a frown. Why the hell did the Reventhorns want this dinner? The engagement was dead. The bond was ash. Kael had his precious mate now—what more could they possibly—So why did this feel like walking into a gilded trap?My phone buzzed on the dresser. Alaric’s name flashed on the screen, and my fingers hovered over it. I could call him. Should I?"Lilac!" Mom’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. "We’re leaving!"Right. No more stallin