Semua Bab His Abandoned Luna: Bab 41 - Bab 50

|| Lilac’s POV ||The day of the alpha council meeting arrived, and with it came a storm of emotions I wasn’t entirely prepared for. I woke up early, the weight of the day pressing heavily on my chest. The dress from the Nightshades hung in my closet, a reminder of the mysterious forces that seemed to be closing in around my family. I slipped it on, the fabric cool against my skin, and took a deep breath as I looked at myself in the mirror. Today was about more than just appearances it was about proving myself, protecting my family, and confronting the shadows that had been lurking in the corners of my life.Dad was waiting for me downstairs, his expression calm but his eyes sharp with focus. Ezra was already in the car, slouched in the back seat with his arms crossed. He looked upset, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by a sullen silence. I couldn’t blame him. Being spied on, having his every move documented, was enough to shake anyone. But today wasn’t the day for

|| Lilac’s POV ||The room was silent, every eye fixed on me as I continued. “You see, this man has the normal scent of a werewolf, just like us. But if you look closely…” I stepped closer to the rogue and pulled down the high neck of his shirt, revealing the tattoo on his neck. “He is a rogue who has learned to have his scent. And thanks to my witty little brother, we caught him.”The murmurs began again, louder this time, as the alphas and lunas processed the revelation. Kael’s jaw dropped, his confidence shattered. The alpha king’s expression darkened, his jaw clenched as he stared at the rogue. Luna Cassandra was silent for once, her usual sharp tongue rendered useless by the unexpected turn of events.“Now the question is,” I said, my voice rising above the murmurs, “how many of them might be living among us, feeding on crucial information, noticing our every move? This is a serious threat, and I assume we need to increase our patrols, especially on the sou

|| Lilac’s POV ||“A few days ago, I was running some business in the capital,” Alexander explained, his tone calm but firm. “Before I left, I saw Ezra, and I noticed a man taking pictures of him. It seemed suspicious, so I followed my instincts and captured the spy. After all, he was targeting the Royal Beta family, and that didn’t sit well with me.” He stepped closer to the man, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “To my surprise, this wolf is also a rogue. Not only does he have a scent, but he also found a way to hide the tattoo on his skin. Only the touch of wolfsbane can reveal a part of it.” He pulled out a small vial of wolfsbane and dabbed it on the rogue’s neck, revealing the faint outline of a lone wolf tattoo. The room gasped, the murmurs growing louder. “When I asked who he was working with, he didn’t talk much,” Alexander continued, his voice cutting through the noise. “But I found this.” He held up a cheque, the signature at

|| Lilac's POV || As we walked into the house, the familiar scent of home wrapped around me like a warm blanket. The tension from the council meeting still clung to my shoulders, but the sight of Mom rushing toward us, her face etched with worry, made me push it aside. She had been waiting anxiously, her hands wringing together as she paced the living room. The moment she saw us, her eyes lit up with relief. “How did it go?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. I could see the worry in her eyes, the way her brows furrowed as she searched our faces for answers. Before I could respond, Ezra stepped forward, his excitement bubbling over. “You should have seen Lilac out there!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with pride. He launched into a dramatic retelling of the events, his hands flying as he mimed punches and jabs. “It was like Lilac threw a jab at Kael one from the left, one from the right and he couldn’t dodge any of them!” Mom’s eyes widened as she listened

|| Lilac’s POV || As I lay down on my bed, my mind raced with thoughts of the day’s events. It was all too much to process. I closed my eyes, trying to calm the storm in my mind, but it was no use. Just as I was about to give up and get up, I felt a familiar presence in the room. “Alaric,” I whispered, sitting up abruptly. He was there, standing in the shadows, his presence both comforting and unsettling. Without thinking, I jumped off the bed and ran to him, wrapping my arms around him and inhaling his familiar scent of pine and earth. But something felt off. His body was tense, his arms stiff at his sides. “So, you still remember me?” His voice was harsh and low, sending a shiver down my spine. I pulled back, my heart pounding as I searched his face. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice trembling. His hand pressed against my jaw, his grip firm but not painful, as he claimed my lips in a kiss that was demanding and possessive. It was unlike any kiss w