บททั้งหมดของ Get Back The Abandoned Luna: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Scarlett“Is the Luna alright?”It was the cook. She must have seen us as we were about to head toward the garden. I could feel her lingering gaze on me—especially on the cloth covering my eyes—and hear the concern, mixed with a hint of wariness, in her voice.I felt the Alpha’s arm tighten slightly around my waist. In response, I squeezed the hand I was holding, offering a small smile in his direction before turning my face toward the cook.“Yes, I’m fine now,” I said gently. “My eyes have just become a bit sensitive, so I need to keep them covered for the time being.”She let out a relieved breath. “That’s good. I’m glad to hear you’re doing well.” She hesitated, then added warmly, “I’ve already prepared breakfast. Would you like to eat with the Alpha, Luna?”I shook my head lightly. “We’ll eat later. I want to find my son first.”Understanding dawned on her face. She clapped her hands softly. “Right, of course. You’ve just woken up.” Then she smiled. “The young Alpha is in the gard

ScarlettBefore Lucien could move to see Archer's back legs to check the wounds, Archer had stopped us and spoke.“It already healed,” he said. “My wounds usually took one day to heal without scars that's why it easily heals whenever Nanny would punish me for not concentrating in reading or training.”My heart felt as if it had been wrung dry.I stood up and moved toward him, nearly bumping into the table if not for Lucien guiding me—but I didn’t care. I reached Archer and pulled him into my arms, sinking back onto the sofa as I held him tightly. Claude sat close on my right, silent, yet I could hear it in the way he breathed—slow, heavy, restrained. He was angry too.“Why didn’t you tell us?” My voice broke as I gently rubbed Archer’s head. “I’m sorry… Mama and Papa are so sorry we couldn’t protect you. You suffered so much…”He shook his head agains

AgathaAll the plans I carefully load out for the whole three years had been easily destroyed all for one mistake. For bringing Archer to the base, kidnapping him like what our lord had told me to do. If I were careful... If I weren't impatient, I would have succeeded!My lord had promised me. He promised me he would bring back my dead children—I still have their body that was deformed stored in a preserving bottle since I believe that there would be a way to bring them back.It was also the reason why my mate had left me, choosing to leave me and impregnate someone all because he had found me crazy. He would beat me up and would throw insults at me and my body.However, I couldn't care less about it. My heart and my mind was still devastated about my poor children that I had miscarriage.But when I saw that he had found out what I had done to our children, to the body of our children and found my plan to bring them back—he had become crazy, curs

ScarlettThe ground shuddered violently beneath my feet, the shockwave slamming into us like a raging beast. My ears rang so sharply it felt as though something inside them had shattered, leaving behind nothing but a high-pitched screech.Heat rushed past me, scorching the air, followed by the violent rush of wind and debris. I couldn’t see it—but I could feel it. The pressure crushed against my chest, stealing the breath from my lungs as Lucien tightened his hold, shielding me without hesitation.“Fuck!” I heard Lucien cursed. “She denoted herself!”“Damn! Alpha! Luna!” Arnold's voice filled with worry as he rushed towards our direction. “Are you both okay?”I gently patted Lucien’s chest, feeling the uneven tremor beneath my palm. His arm was still locked around my waist, stiff, as if he hadn’t realized the danger had already passed. I lifted my hand and traced his cheek, grounding him

ScarlettThe bar, as expected, was packed.The moment we stepped closer, the air hit me—pheromones layered over alcohol and cigarette smoke, all of it tangled together in a dizzying haze. Laughter, loud voices, clinking glasses. It was chaotic, alive, and overwhelming.We were supposed to go to a restaurant.That was what we told Lucien. What I promised.Yet something felt wrong the moment we turned a corner. The path was unfamiliar. Too loud. Too… vibrant.I realized it was too late.The thumping beat of disco music vibrated through the ground beneath my feet, chatter spilling out in waves, the lively noise unmistakable even without sight.This wasn’t a restaurant.This was a bar.“Kathleen—” I started, finally putting the pieces together.But before I could retort, before I could even scold her for tricking me, she had already dragged me forward, pulling me straight toward the entrance as i