Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn Luna Queen: Mated to His Big Brother: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

|| Alaric’s POV ||Something felt off about Lilac. The moment she woke up, I could sense it, a shift in her energy, a distance in her eyes that hadn’t been there last night. She had been so open, so vulnerable with me just a few hours ago, but now she seemed guarded, almost hesitant. Was she unhappy with me? Had I done something wrong? The questions gnawed at me, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask. Not yet.I watched her as she moved around the house, her movements stiff and hurried. She was avoiding my gaze, her mind clearly elsewhere. And then there was the name she had called out in her sleep— Runa. Her wolf. Why had she been calling for her wolf? Was something wrong with Runa? The thought sent a chill down my spine.To think about it, I had never seen Lilac shift. She never talked about her wolf, never mentioned her in passing. Even when my wolf, Hunter, tried to reach out to hers, there was no response. Just silence. It was unsettling, like a shadow lingeri

|| Lilac’s POV || As Alaric’s car disappeared down the road, I felt a hollow ache settle deep in my chest. It was as if a part of me had been ripped away, leaving behind an emptiness that I couldn’t shake. The sound of the engine faded, replaced by the distant hum of the city, but the silence in my heart was deafening. I stood there for a moment, my arms wrapped around myself, trying to hold onto the warmth of his presence that still lingered in the air. But it was no use. The void was there, gnawing at me, a constant reminder of what I couldn’t have. I took a deep breath, the crisp morning air filling my lungs, and forced myself to turn away. The café was just a few steps ahead, its familiar facade a small comfort in the storm of emotions swirling inside me. The bell above the door jingled softly as I stepped inside, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wrapping around me like a warm blanket. The café was cozy, with its wooden floors and mismatched furn

|| Lilac's POV || The dinner table was warm and inviting. The scent of baked fish and freshly baked bread filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of herbs from the garden outside. It was a rare moment of peace, one I had been craving after the chaos of the past few weeks. But as I sat there, picking at my food, I could feel the weight of my parents’ gazes on me. They had something to say, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear it. “Sweetpea,” mom began, her voice soft but filled with a quiet determination. “Your father and I were talking about Alexander.” I looked up, my fork pausing mid-air. “Alexander?” I repeated, my voice cautious. “Yes,” dad chimed in, his tone warm but firm. “He’s a remarkable young man. Soon, he’ll take over Silver Moon, and from what we’ve heard, he’s going to make an excellent Alpha.” I nodded slowly, my mind racing. I knew where this was going, and I wasn’t sure I liked it. “Silver Moon is the strongest pack in the r

|| Lilac's POV ||The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of my room, casting a soft golden glow over the space. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the intricate patterns of the rug beneath my feet. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one tugging at the edges of my heart. The Moon Goddess’s vision still haunted me, her words echoing in my mind like a relentless tide. Find your mate, or face the same fate. But how could I find someone when my wolf remained dormant, silent, as if it had never existed? The connection I felt with Alaric was undeniable, but his words had shattered me. We are not mates. The memory of his voice, so final and resolute, made my chest ache.A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. Before I could respond, the door swung open, and Elara bounded in, her usual energy filling the room like a burst of sunlight. Her auburn hair was tied up in a messy bun, and her green eyes sparkled with excitement. She was holding

|| Lilac's POV ||The soft rustle of fabric against my skin was the only sound in the room as I stood before the floor-length mirror, staring at my reflection. The navy blue gown hugged my figure perfectly, the rich color contrasting beautifully with my light brown hair, which cascaded in loose curls around my shoulders. The golden accents on the dress shimmered faintly under the light, giving the illusion of stars scattered across a midnight sky. The mask I wore was a masterpiece— navy blue with intricate golden filigree that curled around the edges, framing my eyes and covering the upper half of my face. My lips, painted a soft rose, were the only part of my face left uncovered, but even they seemed to blend into the mystery of the mask. My hair was styled to perfection, the curls falling just so, making me look like a porcelain doll, flawless and untouchable.I turned slightly, the skirt of the gown swirling around me, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of satisfac