His Abandoned Luna Chapter 123

|| Lilac’s POV ||

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have approached you so suddenly,” he apologized, his tone sincere.

I tried to steady myself, my hands gripping his arms for support. His scent was faint, a hint of sage that was pleasant but not alluring. It wasn’t like Alaric’s scent, which had always drawn me in like a moth to a flame.

“I want to go home,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“Of course. I’ll carry you,” he said, lifting me into his arms.

I didn’t have the strength to fight or to walk or to process what was happening. I let him carry me, my eyes drifting to Alaric one last time before we left the hall. His expression was neutral, but I could feel the pain radiating from him, a silent ache that mirrored my own.

As we walked away, I felt as though I was being pulled away from my soul, from the one person who truly mattered.

Oh, Runa, I thought, my heart breaking. Why are you not here yet?

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|| Alaric’s POV ||

The grand hall was alive with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses, but I felt none of the joy that seemed to radiate from the guests. My mind was elsewhere, my thoughts consumed by the woman who had become my everything—Lilac. She stood across the room, her presence like a beacon drawing me in, even as I tried to keep my distance. Her father’s warning echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of the risks we faced.

‘Go to her… now,’ Hunter growled, his voice a persistent ache in my mind. ‘She will need us.’

I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to focus on the task at hand. Cassandra was deliberately aiming for me, and I needed to know who else was in her corner. I scanned the room, my eyes narrowing as I noted the faces of those who seemed too eager to align themselves with the Reventhorns. But no matter how hard I tried to concentrate, my gaze kept drifting back to Lilac.

She stood with her friends, her expression troubled. Something was wrong. I could see it in the way she held herself, the way her eyes darted around the room. My chest tightened with concern, but I forced myself to stay where I was. Her father didn’t want us to be seen together, and for good reason. I had already drawn too much attention to her during the Contender announcement event. It was better to keep my distance—for now.

But it was easier said than done. My dove looked breathtaking. Her gown, a soft, muted pink, clung to her figure in all the right places, the fabric shimmering under the chandelier’s glow. It almost matched her skin, making her look innocent and elegant, like a vision from a dream. Every step she took toward me stole my breath away, and I found myself rooted to the spot, unable to look away.

‘Her wolf! I can feel her wolf!’ Hunter said, his voice filled with joy. ‘She’s recovering.’

‘Yes,’ I replied, my voice barely a whisper. ‘She’s getting stronger.’

'Go to her… now,’ Hunter insisted, his tone growing more urgent.

I took a step forward, my heart pounding in my chest. But before I could reach her, she was intercepted. A warrior—tall, broad-shouldered, with light blue eyes—approached her, his presence commanding but unsettling. My stomach twisted as I watched him touch her hand, his words carrying across the room.

‘We are mates.’

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, knocking the air from my lungs. My world seemed to tilt on its axis, the noise of the room fading into a dull roar. I stood frozen, my mind struggling to process what I had just heard.

‘NOOOO… GO TO HER!’ Hunter roared, his voice a deafening echo in my mind. 'Alaric, don’t stay frozen!’

‘Get that bastard away from Lilac!’ he growled, his anger radiating through me.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought to keep my composure.

‘Calm down, Hunter,’ I whispered, my voice strained. ‘That’s her soul mate.’

‘She is my Luna! Mine!’ Hunter snarled, his possessiveness flaring like a wildfire.

‘But there stands her mate,’ I said, my voice hollow. The words tasted bitter on my tongue, but they were the truth. The bond between mates was sacred, unbreakable. If this warrior was her mate, then there was nothing I could do.

My skin burned as I watched him pick her up, his arms cradling her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. I should be the one carrying her. I should be the one holding her close, protecting her from the world. But instead, I stood there, powerless, as another man claimed what I had come to see as mine.

‘Kill him, now,’ Hunter growled, his voice filled with rage. ‘She’s not safe with him.’

‘That’s her mate,’ I repeated, my voice breaking. ‘I can’t… I can’t interfere.’

Hunter’s growl reverberated through my mind, a sound of pure frustration and pain. ‘She is Mine! Her wolf doesn't like him.’

I closed my eyes, the weight of the moment crushing me. My chest ached, a deep, searing pain that threatened to consume me. My eyes burned with unshed tears, my voice muted by the storm raging inside me. Goddess, is this what you wrote on my fate? I thought, my heart breaking with every passing second.

‘She’s gone,’ Hunter said, his voice filled with despair. ‘Our Luna is gone.’

I turned away, my heart heavy with a pain I couldn’t begin to describe. The bond between mates was sacred, but it didn’t make the loss any easier to bear. Lilac was my everything—my light, my hope, my reason for fighting. And now, she was slipping through my fingers. Was the life worth living without her?