All Chapters of Get Back The Abandoned Luna: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Scarlett's POV"Scarlett."The voice pulled me back from my restless dreams. My lashes fluttered, and when my vision cleared, the first thing I saw was Lucien sitting on the edge of the bed. I glanced at the ceiling and knew this wasn't my room at all, but rather Lucien's.It seemed that since then, I never really went back to my own room to sleep.I glanced at Lucien. His eyes were bloodshot, exhaustion carved into the lines of his face."Did I pass out yesterday?" I asked, noticing the rasp in my voice.Lucien took the glass of water he had prepared and handed it to me. I accepted it and drank as if I had been thirsty for so long."What happened yesterday?" I asked him again."You passed out right after we talked. I carried you back to our room and called the physician. He said your ribs and bones had been broken." His tone was low, sharp with unspent fury. "Damn it. I should have tortured them a little longer."I tried to push myself up, wincing when the bandages tugged around my a

Scarlett's POVThe room was quiet, and Lucien's breathing was steady beside me. The bed smelled faintly of clean linen—he must have changed it last night while I was asleep. After all, I had passed out during our intimate intercourse. I didn't even know how I had managed to last for a whole damn day doing that with him, and now I could barely move a muscle. There was no part of me that wasn't sore, yet, strangely, I felt a warmth in my chest at the thought of him taking care of me while I slept.I stirred against him, blinking groggily as dawn light spilled through the curtains. I noticed that he had changed my clothes too.I was about to move when his arm suddenly tightened around my waist, pulling me back to his chest."Awake?" he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep."B...Barely." Damn. I couldn't even recognize my own voice. It felt like I had been shouting for hours, and it was even worse than commanding the warriors all day. "G...Gods, I feel like I fought a war."He pause

Scarlett's POVThe clang of steel rang through the courtyard, sharp as blades met. I watched as the warriors busied themselves, dedicated to training and friendly sparring. Morning sunlight spilled over them, their bare upper bodies glistening in the sun, sweat dripping down their skin—"You're watching other men?" I paused, feeling Lucien's arm tighten around my waist, making me hiss as he touched the sore spot."Fuck off, Lucien! You're breaking my waist!" I hissed and glared at him.He immediately loosened his grip and apologized, gently massaging my waist. "Does it still hurt?"I glared at him. "What do you think?"He pouted but continued massaging my waist—since it eased the pain."You were staring at their naked bodies. Is my body not enough?" I heard him complain as we slowly walked to the courtyard and watched them spar.I rolled my eyes at him. "What's wrong with looking at their bodies? It's not like I can censor or blur their upper bodies as I watch them train, can I?""Sti

Scarlett's POVThe events happened too fast for me to keep up. In just the blink of an eye, we were separated by the other warriors, and after the ground shook, we fell down a hollow cliff that seemed endless—alone and injured.I only suffered bruises and scratches from the leaves and rocks that struck us during the fall, but most of the injuries were taken by Lucien, who used his body as a shield to protect me from harm.I watched as he leaned against the trunk of a gnarled oak, his chest rising and falling too shallowly, his skin gleaming with sweat, dirt, and blood. His complexion was paler than usual.I went to him, leaning close, refusing to look at the dark stains spreading across his shirt that made my heart ache for reasons I couldn't explain. My hand was trembling as I touched him—softly at first, then firmer as I traced the line of his ribs."Touching my abs already in a place like this?" he joked hoarsely as his body flinched at my touch, his whole body jerking despite how

Scarlett's POVThree days.We stayed in this dense forest for three days. And during those endless days of watching Lucien sweat through fevers, coaxing him to eat and drink, and sleeping beside him at night to share warmth—even though, for the first time, he had suggested sleeping apart because he didn't want his fever to affect me.But just as he was stubborn with himself, I also didn't listen to him.On the fourth morning, I suddenly woke up alone, and the hand that was supposed to be on my waist every morning was gone.I slowly opened my eyes. "Lucien?"When there was no response, I hurriedly stood up and left the shelter formed by the large tree roots. The fire had burned low, leaving only gray ash, but I could still detect his scent lingering in the air.Was it a rogue? Had he been taken by rogues while I slept?Damn it! I let my guard down.I scrambled upright, panic clawing at my chest until I heard it—branches cracking, heavy footsteps coming from behind me.Enemy?"Scarlett?