His Abandoned Luna Chapter 133

|| Lilac's POV ||

Madeline was half-drunk, her cheeks flushed and her laughter louder than usual. Elara wasn’t far behind, her words slightly slurred but her wit as sharp as ever. Astrid and I were more restrained, nursing our drinks and enjoying the chaos without fully succumbing to it. It was the kind of night I needed—a distraction from the storm raging inside me.

“So, when did it all start?” Madeline asked, her voice carrying a tipsy lilt as she leaned forward, her glass of wine sloshing precariously in her hand.

“The night we went to the party after she broke off her engagement with Kael,” Elara smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. She was clearly enjoying this, her tone dripping with satisfaction.

“That bastard deserved it,” Madeline declared, her voice loud and unapologetic. She took another sip of her wine, her eyes narrowing as if she were imagining Kael’s face in front of her.

“What is she talking about?” Astrid asked, her brow furrowing as she glanced between Elara and me.

Elara and Madeline were too far gone to explain coherently, so I stepped in, my voice steady despite the alcohol buzzing in my veins. “Well, we knew Kael was cheating on me. I just never thought she’d turn out to be his mate,” I said, offering a half-truth. It was easier than explaining the full extent of the betrayal—the way Coco had slithered into my life, taken everything from me, and left me to pick up the pieces.

“OMG! This is big,” Madeline exclaimed, her eyes widening as she leaned back against the couch. “Why don’t we tell everyone about this? Kael will be destroyed.”

“That’s a good idea, actually,” Astrid said, her tone thoughtful. She tapped her fingers against her glass, her mind already working through the possibilities.

“Yeah, except for the fact that I don’t really have much proof,” I admitted, my voice tinged with frustration. It was the one thing holding me back—the lack of concrete evidence to back up my claims.

“Well, we don’t need proof,” Astrid said, a sly smile spreading across her face. “We can just put some news on the air, and the reporters would do the digging themselves.”

“That might work,” I said, a small smile tugging at my lips. It wasn’t enough to destroy Kael completely, but it would definitely put a dent in his carefully crafted image.

“Leave this to me!” Elara declared, raising her glass in a mock toast. Her confidence was infectious, and for the first time in weeks, I felt a flicker of hope.

“But be careful,” I warned, my tone serious. “Last time, Coco tried to destroy Madeline’s reputation. We can’t underestimate her.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be discreet,” Elara said, her voice firm despite the alcohol. She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto mine. “I’ve got this, Lilac. Trust me.”

I nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude for my friends. They were my lifeline, the ones who kept me grounded when everything else felt like it was falling apart.

“I want you to look into another thing,” I said, my voice low. “Remember the pills Kael introduced?”

“Yeah, but they’re banned now,” Astrid said, her brow furrowing.

“They might try to resell them,” I said, my tone grim. “If we can catch him in the act, it’ll be game over.”

“That will be huge if Kael gets caught in something like this,” Elara said, her eyes wide with excitement. She set her glass down, her mind already racing with possibilities.

“Yeah, but we’ll need solid proof,” I said, my voice firm. “We can’t afford to mess this up.”

“I’ll dig deep,” Elara promised, her tone resolute. “If there’s dirt on Kael, I’ll find it.”

“So, we actually have two plans against him,” Astrid said, a smile spreading across her face. She leaned back against the couch, her expression one of satisfaction.

“Yeah, pretty much,” I said, returning her smile. For the first time in weeks, I felt a sense of purpose—a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, I could take Kael down.

“Yay, this calls for ice cream. I want more ice cream,” Madeline yelled, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. She was clearly in her own world, her thoughts bouncing from one thing to the next.

“We’re out,” Astrid sighed, glancing toward the kitchen.

“I’ll order in,” I said, reaching for my phone.

“Nooo… Let’s go out,” Madeline proposed, her voice carrying a note of excitement. She sat up straighter, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“This is a bad idea,” I said, my tone wary. The last thing we needed was to draw attention to ourselves, especially with the plans we were making.

But Madeline was already on her feet, swaying slightly as she grabbed her coat. “Come on, it’ll be fun!” she insisted, her voice carrying a note of determination.

The night continued in a blur, the lines between reality and drunken laughter blurring as we stumbled through the streets, our voices carrying on the cool night air. It was reckless, maybe even foolish, but for the first time in weeks, I felt alive. The weight of my guilt and longing was still there, pressing down on me like a stone, but for a few precious hours, I could forget. I could laugh, I could plan, and I could pretend that everything was going to be okay.

As the night wore on, I found myself wondering what had brought me this sense of relief. Was it the alcohol, numbing the edges of my pain? Or was it the planning, the sense of purpose that came with plotting Kael’s downfall? Or maybe it was simply being away from Elias, away from the expectations and the guilt that came with him. I didn’t know, but for the first time in a long time, it felt right.