Semua Bab The Betrayed Warrior Luna's Second Chance: Bab 121 - Bab 130

ELIZA’S POVThe sight of Isabella with Alexander made my heart clench in my chest.I should be the one taking care of Alexander, not her.I was his mate, not her.I walked forward till I reached them. When Isabella saw me, her eyes widened in surprised.“I’m taking him,” I said.One of the bartenders approached me with a concerned expression, “And you are?”“Eliza,” I answered “His fiancée.”The bartender nodded, “Please, take care of him. He’s been drinking since happy hour. I stopped counting after the sixth bourbon.”“Thanks,” I muttered. I wrapped my fingers around Alexander’s arm.Isabella smirked, “Fiancée, huh?”I looked at her in confusion.She chuckled, “You won’t be for much longer.”With that, she walked away, hips swaying, hair bouncing. Her confidence radiated from every step. I stood frozen for a second.Her words echoed over and over again in my head.What did she mean by that?But I didn’t have time to think. Alexander groaned beside me. He needed me right now.“Let’s

ELIZA’S POVThe sun filtered through the leaves as I led them through the path that opened to the estate's central courtyard.My voice was steady even though I was still angry at Isabella’s words.But I refused to let her throw me off. Not now."This crest here," I said, pointing toward carving on the archway above us, "dates back to the Second Era. You’ll notice the intertwined serpent and flame motif. It was often used by noble families who had ties to both the Elemental and Shadow clans. But what’s most fascinating is that this specific design only appears in a handful of manuscripts. One in particular—the Fourth Edition of The Northern Chronicle."I saw Edmund tilt his head, intrigued. But before I could continue, Isabella spoke."How would you know that?" she asked.I turned to her, "Because my father had the fourth edition. Bound in raven leather. It was a gift from my grandfather when he returned from the Northlands."The silence that followed was almost satisfying.Edmund’s br

ALEXANDER’S POVThe grass was soft under our feet, and the lake shimmered like glass as we walked towards it.Eliza didn’t know this but I had planned a little picnic here by the lake. I thought it would be romantic.I watched her face light up as she followed me past the trees where the fairy lights glowed. Her steps were hesitant until we stepped into the clearing.Her gasp hit my ears like music.“Alexander…” she breathed.Her eyes went wide as she took in everything—the soft picnic blanket laid out carefully near the water's edge, the food and snacks, the wine chilling in a silver bucket, and the soft glow of fairy lights overhead.Gentle music played from the hidden speaker I’d tucked between two tree roots.“You did this?” she asked.I nodded, “Yes, I did”She gasped again. “When did you even have time to set all of this up?”I didn’t answer immediately.Instead, I reached for her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. I felt her warmth radiating off her and in

ELIZA’S POVI laid on the bed, eyes wide open, tangled in the sheets I hadn’t even moved from all night.I couldn’t stop thinking of Alexander.He was avoiding me. I knew it. My heart knew it.And even though I kept trying to rationalize it, to tell myself I was overthinking… I knew the truth.First, it was the training schedule.He’d suddenly switched his times, saying he needed to “train with the elites separately,” but I’d always been there with him before.Then came the subtle things: the way he walked past me in the corridor without even a glance, how he never answered my messages until hours later, if at all.He barely slept in our room anymore.My wolf shifted restlessly inside me, sensing my pain. She whimpered low. She missed her mate so much. So did I.My wolf whispered a name, one I didn’t want to hear.Isabella.I sat up, hugging my knees, resting my chin on top. I could still hear her voice that night she’d made her “proposal”—or rather, her demand.Three months.Three fu

ALEXANDER’S POVI sat in my study, lost in thought.I stared at the contract Isabella made me sign. It stared at me from my desk. It was like a cage that I willingly stepped into.Three months.Just three months, she said. Three months of pretending to be mine, Isabella had written.She had mentioned this deal before but I thought she was joking. I thought she hadn’t meant it.Then my dad got sick and she mentioned it as a condition.Was that how badly she wanted me?What was her end game here? I belonged to someone else. I wouldn’t fall in love with her and she knew it.I thought I was doing the right thing when I agreed to it.I told myself it was for my father. Isabelle said she could heal him and she used this against me. She knew I would give up anything to keep him stable. Including Eliza.God, Eliza.I leaned back in my chair and ran a hand over my face.My wolf paced inside me, angry and restless.It had been days since we’d held her. Kissed her. Breathed her in.She was our m