His Abandoned Luna Chapter 118

|| Third-party POV ||

The opulent halls of the Reventhorn Castle echoed with the sound of Kael’s furious pacing. His boots clicked sharply against the polished marble floor, each step a testament to his growing rage. The council’s decision had been a crushing blow to his pride, and the public fallout from the interview had only deepened the wound. His fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles white as he muttered under his breath.

I won’t let him win. Not again. Not Alaric. Not that bastard.

Darius sat in a plush armchair by the fireplace, his expression calm but stern. The flickering flames cast shadows across his face, highlighting the lines of worry etched into his features. He watched his son with a mixture of frustration and pity, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

“Kael, you need to apologize and step down. The council is losing patience, and the people are starting to question your leadership.”

Kael stopped mid-stride, his head snapping toward his father. His eyes burned with a fury that made even Darius stiffen. “Step down? Are you serious? I’m not going to let Alaric take what’s mine! This pack, this throne— it belongs to me!”

Cassandra, seated beside Darius, placed a delicate hand on her husband’s arm. Her sharp eyes flicked between her son and her husband, her voice calm but laced with steel. “Darius, be reasonable. Kael is our son. We can’t just abandon him.”

Darius sighed, running a hand through his graying hair. The weight of his responsibilities as Alpha King seemed to press down on him, his shoulders sagging under the burden. “I’m not abandoning him, Cassandra. I’m trying to protect him. If he continues down this path, he’ll only destroy himself— and take this pack with him.”

Cassandra’s lips tightened, her nails digging into the armrest of her chair.

“Something big? Whatever your son has done so far has been big, and self-destructive,” Darius growled, his patience wearing thin.

Kael’s face twisted in anger, his voice rising to a shout. “No matter what I do, I’m always a failure in your eyes, aren’t I? Nothing I do is ever good enough for you!”

Cassandra stood abruptly, her voice cutting through the room like a whip. “This is not the time, Kael. Darius, we’re supposed to work as a team.”

“A team?” Darius barked, his eyes narrowing. “So you can put more blame on Alaric? Or manipulate Benson? I don’t know what you said to him, but I do know that’s what led him to comment on Alaric’s pack.”

Cassandra’s eyes flashed with defiance, her voice icy. “Maybe I did. Because I care about this family. And I will do it again if it means protecting my son.”

Kael stepped between them, his hands raised in a desperate attempt to quell the rising tension. “Mom, Father, please! This isn’t helping anyone.”

Darius leaned back in his chair, his expression weary. “Then what do you suggest, Kael? How do we fix this mess?”

Kael turned to Cassandra, his eyes searching hers for answers. “What do you suggest, Mother?”

A sly smile spread across Cassandra’s lips, her mind already working through the possibilities. “A Luna Ceremony. Let’s remind everyone what it means to be a Reventhorn. Let’s give them something to talk about.”

Darius frowned, his brow furrowing. “A Luna Ceremony? That’s a bold move. Are you sure it’s the right time?”

Cassandra’s smile widened, her voice dripping with cunning. “It’s the perfect time. Multiple news stories about Coco are circulating, slandering her image. If you mark her publicly, it will change the narrative. The people love a spectacle, and this will show them that Kael and Coco are the true leaders of this pack.”

Kael’s eyes lit up with excitement, his earlier rage replaced by a calculating gleam. “A Luna Ceremony. Yes, that’s exactly what we need. Let’s make it the biggest event this pack has ever seen.”

In the corner of the room, Coco stood silently, her presence almost forgotten. Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of anticipation and malice as she listened to the conversation. *Perfect,* she thought. *This is the perfect opportunity.* She would prepare a gift for Lilac— one that would not only separate her from Alaric but also plunge her life into chaos.

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|| Lilac’s POV ||

I walked into the dining room, the soft glow of the chandelier casting a warm light over the table. My parents were seated, their heads bent close together as they whispered in hushed tones. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel it the moment I stepped into the room.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light.

Dad looked up, his expression softening as he saw me. “Sweetpea, take a seat.”

I sat down, my eyes darting between my parents. “What happened? You guys are acting strange.”

My father sighed, sliding an ornate invitation across the table toward me. “This came in the evening. From the castle.”

I picked up the invitation, my fingers tracing the embossed Reventhorn crest— a wolf howling at the moon. The paper was thick and heavy, the kind that screamed importance. My heart sank as I read the words: 

Luna Ceremony

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“A Luna Ceremony?” I murmured, my mind racing. This had never happened in my past life. Kael and Coco had never held a Luna Ceremony before. So why now? What were they up to?

I set the invitation aside, running a hand through my hair. The last few days had been a whirlwind of emotions— relief after the council’s decision, the warmth of Alaric’s embrace, and now this. A new storm was brewing on the horizon, and I could feel it in my bones.

“Are you okay, sweetpea?” Mom asked, her voice filled with concern.

“I’m okay,” I replied, though my mind was anything but calm. “But this is… unexpected.”

In my past life, Kael had never accepted Coco publicly while I was alive. So why now? What had changed? My stomach churned with unease as I tried to piece together their motives.

“Surely the royals are trying to make a spectacle to repair their image,” Dad said, his tone thoughtful.

“From the looks of it, that seems to be the case. They’ve booked the entire Moon Garden,” Mom added.

Moon Garden. The name sent a shiver down my spine. It was where I had married Kael in my past life. The memories of that day— the flowers, the vows, the betrayal— flashed through my mind like a cruel reminder. They were planning something. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach. Something wasn’t right. What was Kael’s next move?

“We have to be there as the royal beta family,” Dad said, his voice firm.

I forced a smile, though my heart was heavy. “Well, then we better go dress shopping tomorrow. The royals are making a spectacle here. We can’t stay behind, can we?”

My parents exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable. But I could see the worry in their eyes. They knew, just as I did, that this wasn’t just a ceremony. It was a trap. And we were walking right into it.