His Abandoned Luna Chapter 102

|| Third-party POV ||

The dimly lit studio was a stage, and Kael was the lead actor in his own tragic play. The cameras rolled, capturing every tear, every trembling word, every carefully crafted lie. Alaric watched from the shadows of the council room, his sharp grey eyes fixed on the screen, his jaw clenched so tightly it felt like it might shatter. The accusations were ludicrous, a desperate attempt by Kael to salvage his crumbling reputation. But what infuriated Alaric the most was the way Kael had dragged Lilac into his web of lies.

“This is absurd,” Alaric muttered under his breath, his voice low but laced with fury. His wolf growled in agreement, the sound reverberating in his chest. He could feel the weight of the room’s gaze on him, the whispers and sidelong glances as the alphas and lunas processed Kael’s words.

The reporter on the screen leaned forward, her eyes filled with sympathy as she nodded along.

“Thank you for sharing your story, Kael,” she said, her voice soft. “I’m sure this wasn’t easy for you.”

Kael forced a smile, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “It wasn’t. But I had to speak the truth. For Coco. For myself. And for the future of our kingdom.”

The room erupted into chaos, the murmurs growing louder as the alphas and lunas exchanged glances. Alaric’s fists clenched at his sides, his nails digging into his palms. He wanted to tear the screen apart, to silence Kael’s lies, but he held back. Now wasn’t the time for rash actions.

“Alaric,” a voice called out, pulling him from his thoughts. He turned to see Marcus, his beta, approaching with a grim expression. “We need to talk.”

Alaric nodded, his eyes flicking to Lilac, who stood frozen near her father, her face pale with shock. He wanted to go to her, to reassure her, but now wasn’t the time. He followed Marcus to a quieter corner of the room, his mind racing.

“This is bad,” Marcus said, his voice low. “Kael’s playing the victim, and the public will eat it up. We need to counter this before it spirals out of control.”

“I know,” Alaric replied, his tone sharp. “But we need proof. Kael’s not smart enough to pull this off on his own. Someone’s helping him.”

“Cassandra,” Marcus said, his voice filled with disdain. “She’s always been his puppet master. Should I silence them? It won’t be difficult.”

Alaric’s eyes narrowed. “We need to find out what they’re planning next. If they’re willing to go this far, they won’t stop until they’ve destroyed us. Let’s see how far they can go.”

Marcus nodded, his expression serious. “Understood, Alpha. I’ll reach out to my contacts. We’ll find the truth.”

Alaric’s gaze drifted back to Lilac, who was now surrounded by her friends, her expression a mix of anger and determination. She met his eyes across the room, and for a moment, the chaos around them faded. He could see the fire in her eyes, the strength that had drawn him to her from the beginning. She wasn’t just a pawn in this game— she was a queen, and she was ready to fight.

But Alaric’s heart clenched with worry. Lilac didn’t have her wolf, and that made her vulnerable. Kael and Cassandra wouldn’t hesitate to use her weakness against her if they ever find out. He felt a surge of protectiveness, a primal need to shield her from harm.

“Marcus,” Alaric said, his voice low but firm. “Keep an eye on Lilac. Make sure she’s safe. I don’t trust Kael or Cassandra not to target her.”

Marcus nodded. “Consider it done.”

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|| Lilac’s POV ||

The room was a whirlwind of whispers and accusations, but all I could focus on was the screen. Kael’s face, his tearful confession, his lies— it was all too much. My hands trembled at my sides, my mind racing as I tried to process what I had just heard.

“Lilac,” Elara’s voice broke through the haze, her hand gripping my arm. “Are you okay?”

I shook my head, my eyes still fixed on the screen.

“No,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “This isn’t right. Alaric would never do something like this.”

“We know that,” Astrid said, her voice firm. “But the public won’t. Kael’s playing the victim, and people love a sob story.”

“We need to do something,” Madeline added, her eyes filled with determination. “We can’t let him get away with this. I’m gonna go find Alexander.”

I nodded, my mind racing. Kael had accused Alaric of unspeakable things, and if we didn’t act fast, the damage would be irreversible. But how could we prove his lies?

“Lilac,” my father’s voice cut through the chaos, his tone sharp. “We need to leave. Now.”

I turned to him, my eyes wide. “Dad, we can’t just leave. Alaric needs our help.”

“This isn’t our fight,” he said, his voice firm. “We’ve already been dragged into enough drama. Let the Reventhorns handle their own mess.”

“But— ” I started, but he cut me off with a sharp look.

“No, Lilac. We’re leaving.”

I wanted to argue, to fight, but the look in his eyes stopped me. He was scared— not for himself, but for me. And I couldn’t blame him. Kael’s accusations had put a target on my back, and my father was just trying to protect me.