All Chapters of Get Back The Abandoned Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Scarlett's POVLucien didn't say a word on the way back to the packhouse, but I could feel he was still thinking about what had happened earlier in the council. His face was dark, and his aura was so terrifying that even I hesitated to bring it up.The moment we stepped into the study, he shut the door with more force than necessary. The echo ricocheted through the quiet room."You let him corner you in front of the entire council." His voice was low, but sharp beneath the surface, like steel drawn across stone.I sighed and turned to face him. "I didn't. Didn't you hear me respond to his words and even call him out as a cheater—along with his mistress? I didn't just let them walk all over me. Besides, if I'd stopped him earlier, it would have looked like I had something to hide. It should be him and Faye who are embarrassed."His eyes narrowed. "Oh, I thought you were going to give him the floor, that's why you allowed him to speak like that about you under the guise of a so-called m

Scarlett's POVI kept my head high while walking back to my quarters after getting my dress soiled by Faye's so-called 'accident'. The echo of murmurs from the reception still clung to me like smoke—words carried by too many mouths, improvised to make it worse, and the one who did it—none other than Faye, of course.My dress was still faintly damp where Faye's "accident" landed, and the chilled silk stuck to my skin in patches. I couldn't help but grit my teeth in irritation. Damn, I desperately wanted to do the same to her, but there were too many watching, and who knew—she would surely take advantage and worsen my reputation.At least I worsened hers too. Nothing could change the fact that she was the mistress, a homewrecker in fact, who had the nerve to challenge the still original.Let's see if she could keep up the pretense, making Alexander still challenge me rather than dissolve the bonds.I could feel Lucien's hand resting at the small of my back as we walked, his pace clipped

ScarlettI sat on my desk and glanced at the folded mote on the corner of my desk that I had crumpled after reading it. I couldn’t help but grit my teeth from anger.Him again.Alexander.Just how much does he want to annoy me by sending a lot of notes that contain suggestive messages? Fuck. I want to give him a punch in the face.He was the reason why I’m fighting for the rights of the omega and also for the rights of myself–to dissolve my bond with him because he had bought a woman who was pregnant while I was busy with the affairs of his pack and now he’s fucking telling me that it was not him who wants her, but rather his wolf.The fuck is he talking about.I could feel my emotions stirring–anger. I took a deep breath and tried to erase him from my mind but every time he would appear in my mind; I would start feeling angry for some reason and want to beat the fuck out of him.That fucking bastard who doesn’t know how to lead the pack but knows how to fuck–he got even his mistress

Scarlett's POVLucien spun on me the moment the others were out of earshot. His eyes blazed. "Why did you come? Didn't I tell you to stay behind and wait for me first?""Do you really think that I would just stay behind, quietly?" The words ripped out of me, unyielding. "Every rumor, every whisper, every letter he sends—it's all about me, Lucien. Don't expect me to just hide from every one of his petty attempts while you fight him under my name!"His hand raked through his hair, a gesture I knew meant he was close to snapping."I expected you not to give him what he wanted. He wanted you here, Scarlett. And now every soldier within earshot is going to drag tonight's scene back to the council and twist it before my men can stop it.""I didn't ask for their protection," I shot back. "If they want to spread it, then let them spread it!"His chest rose and fell hard, his eyes locking onto mine. His voice dropped, but the words were still sharp. "And what about me? You think I can just sta

Scarlett's POVThe hall was smaller than I had expected for something as formal as arbitration. It smelled of damp stone and oil lamps, as though time itself clung to its walls. I didn't even know why they had chosen this spot for a formal arbitration when it looked so gloomy and dark.At the far end—ignoring Alexander, who was following me with a smug expression—two council scribes sat, their quills already poised, ready to write down every word, every slip, and every pause. Their faces were blank masks, eyes trained on parchment rather than people. They didn't even look up when we entered the room.Alexander had already found his seat—next to mine. The flicker of lamplight turned his dark hair into gleaming bronze, his posture a perfect imitation of ease, but his eyes were locked onto mine—watching my every move."Stop staring, Alexander," I said coldly.The corner of his lips rose, and he gestured. "Please take your seat, Scarlett," he said, offering the chair next to him. "This is