All Chapters of Get Back The Abandoned Luna: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Scarlett's POVWe paused in the thick tree line. Arnold signaled for silence; his voice was low but firm. "We're clear of patrols. There are no scents trailing us and I don't think they've found out we infiltrated their pack."Finally, after sneaking our way into Crescent Moon and freeing the ten Crescent Moon wolves, we had also managed to sneak our way out. Now, we were already at the border of Nightshade, out of Crescent's territory, making some of us breathe a heavy sigh of relief that we managed to escape without alerting anyone.Lucien kept his arm around me as my eyes traced the gaunt faces of the freed captives. Their lips were cracked, their eyes sunken as if they hadn't slept for a long time, and they had lost weight. Yet, relief and joy filled their eyes now that they were free.Finally, one of them—a broad-shouldered man I remembered as Elias—broke the silence. His voice was hoarse, almost breaking."Luna…" he sank to his knees before I could stop him, bowing his head low.

Scarlett's POV"Step forward," Lucien gave the order, and the hall echoed with his voice as his gaze ran along the ranks of figures lined up from the Crescent Moon.I watched a tall, thin man with broad shoulders, likely in his late thirties, move first. His hand trembled at his side, though his jaw was set. He bowed his head politely.Lucien's eyes locked on him. "State your name.""Darian," the man answered hoarsely."You were from Crescent Moon," Lucien said. "You know what that means."A moment of pain flickered across Darian's face like a shadow, but as soon as it passed, certainty replaced it. "Yes, Alpha.""Do you renounce that allegiance?" Lucien asked, his voice dropping, his eyes sharp.His aura filled the entire hall, making some tremble and not daring to even breathe loudly.Darian's throat bobbed. "I... I do."Lucien raised his hand, palm turned outward, and one of the priests came forward—an old man called Orrin, holding a carved wooden bowl of water. The surface shimmer

Scarlett's POVI watched as the atmosphere around me felt warm and homely. I observed them laughing, talking happily with each other, and getting along well. Some were already as flushed as tomatoes but kept drinking as if there was no tomorrow. Some were teasing two people who wouldn't confess their feelings, while others, like me, just watched and ate and drank.My thoughts paused when Kathleen pinched the side of my waist, nearly making me jump.I looked at her. "What is it? You're already drunk."Kathleen rolled her eyes and wiped her lips. "I'm not drunk. Anyway, how did my brother find out about it? How did you convince him not to get mad at me for doing such things?"Oh. It seemed she had been thinking about the one-night stand she experienced and was worried her brother would be angry."You're afraid of your brother?" I asked, not answering her question.She paused and shook her head. "No, I'm not—well, I was before. He was scary when we were kids, even after our parents were

Scarlett's POVThe first thing I felt was the pounding in my skull—a low, steady throb that made me groan and bury my face in the pillow. My temples ached, and my throat was dry. I could still taste the alcohol I had drunk last night lingering on my tongue. Damn, Kathleen hadn't let me leave until I'd finished every drink, and even Lucien had needed to intervene.Now, because of it, he was even more drunk—though even when he didn't pass out and was still on his feet, trying to appear sober, his expression had become unfocused and sluggish.Damn, alcohol is nothing but trouble.I lifted a hand to massage my temple, hissing softly when sunlight slipping through the curtains struck my eyes. "Ugh…"My voice came out hoarse and my lips felt painfully dry.Before I could move, an arm caught me around the waist and pulled me against a rough, firm chest. A familiar chest, with a familiar warmth. I felt a low hum vibrating against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.Lucien.My Alpha.I shi

Scarlett's POVThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the silence. It was too quiet. I also didn't feel Lucien's presence; he usually wrapped his arms around me like a living octopus. This time, I was free from his clinginess.A low groan escaped my lips as I dragged my hand to my temple, rubbing it in a circular motion. My head throbbed a little, which, as usual, was the result of the previous evening—not entirely sober and warmed by the small, heated atmosphere last night that... I didn't want to think about.I blinked my eyes open and wasn't surprised to find the bed beside me empty—after all, I'd already noticed Lucien wasn't here. I glanced at the sheets, which had already been changed to clean linen rather than the mess of tangles and sweat Lucien and I had left behind. My cheeks heated instantly.After all, he was the only one who would do this after our deed, since he still had the stamina to move while I was already lying on the bed—either unconscious or asleep.My eyes