His Abandoned Luna Chapter 137

|| Alaric’s POV ||

The office was a battlefield, papers strewn across the floor, the remnants of my rage scattered like debris. I threw the file on the ground, my voice a thunderous roar that echoed off the walls. "Is this how you do your job? Where are the details? Business doesn’t run itself!"

The man in front of me flinched, his shoulders hunched as he mumbled an apology. "Sorry, Alpha."

"Don’t mumble," I snapped, my patience hanging by a thread. "Go and get me the detailed financial report. In ten minutes."

"Yes, Alpha," he stammered, scrambling out of the room like a frightened rabbit.

Before I could catch my breath, Garry stepped in, his expression grim. "Alpha, the border is clear, but we still haven’t found much on the rogue incident."

"Then what the hell are you doing here?" I growled, my hands clenching into fists. The thought of Cassandra, that damn bitch, orchestrating chaos from the shadows made my blood boil. "Find out the incident. I need proof, not excuses."

"Yes, Alpha," Garry said, bowing before retreating from the room.

The door closed, and I was alone again, the silence pressing down on me like a weight. My hands trembled as I leaned against the desk, my mind a storm of frustration and despair. Everything irritated me. Everything felt meaningless.

The door creaked open again, and Elizabeth stepped inside, carrying a plate of food. Her presence was like a flicker of light in the darkness, but even that was too much for me to bear.

"Alaric, you need to eat. Take a break," she said, her voice gentle but firm.

"I’m not hungry. Leave," I gritted out, my teeth clenched so tightly I thought they might shatter.

"No, I’m not leaving," she insisted, setting the plate on my desk. "It’s been days since you’ve had a proper meal or a proper rest."

The sight of the food, the smell of it, made my stomach churn. I stood up abruptly, my rage boiling over, and with a swift motion, I threw the plate across the room. The steak, mashed potatoes, everything went flying, splattering against the carpet. I didn’t give a damn.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" I growled, my voice low and dangerous.

Elizabeth flinched but held her ground. "Alaric, please… it’s been almost a month. Get a hold of yourself."

Her words were salt on an open wound. Hunter stirred inside me, his presence a dark, feral force that I could barely control. My fist came down on the desk with a deafening crash, the wood splintering beneath the force of my anger.

"I don’t give a damn. LEAVE," I roared, Hunter’s growl mingling with my own.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought she might argue. But then she bowed her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Alpha."

She turned to leave, but before she could reach the door, it opened. The fresh scent of lavender filled the room, and the world around me stopped. My heart pounded like a drum, each beat echoing in my ears as my eyes scanned the entrance.

There stood Marcus, his expression unreadable. And behind him… her.

Lilac.

My breath caught in my throat, my chest tightening as if a vice had clamped around it. She looked fragile, her once-rosy cheeks now hollow, her eyes shadowed with pain. Was she really here? Was she even real?

'Hunter!' I called for him, my voice trembling in my mind. 'Is it her? Is she really here? Or is this another trick of my mind?'

'She came back… she came back to us… I knew she would come back…' Hunter howled, his voice a mix of relief and possessiveness.

She stepped into the room, her movements slow and hesitant. Her eyes scanned the chaos—the broken desk, the scattered papers, the remnants of my rage—before they finally landed on me. And all I could see in them was pain.

'Why does she look so sickly?' My mind raced, a storm of questions and emotions. 'Wasn’t she with her soulmate? Shouldn’t she be happy and healthy?'

"Dove," I whispered, my voice barely audible, like a fragile thread on the verge of snapping.

Marcus cleared his throat, his voice cutting through the tension.

"We’ll leave you to talk." He gave Elizabeth a meaningful glance, and they both left the room, the door closing softly behind them.

The silence that followed was deafening. Lilac stood there, her hands trembling at her sides, tears streaming down her face. And then, as if a dam had broken, she rushed toward me.

I caught her instantly, my arms wrapping around her as if she were the only thing holding me together. Sparks ran through my skin, and Hunter growled possessively, his presence surging to the surface as her scent enveloped us like a warm cloak.

Her hands cupped my face, her touch sending shivers down my spine.

"I can’t…" she whispered, her voice breaking.

Her lips pressed against mine, the kiss desperate and raw, filled with all the pain and longing we’d both been carrying. She deepened the kiss, her hands tangling in my hair as if she were afraid I’d disappear.

"I can’t stay away from you," she whispered against my lips, her voice trembling.

"I know," I replied, my voice rough with emotion as I kissed her back, my hands gripping her waist as if she were my lifeline.

"It’s hard… really, really hard," she said, her lips brushing against mine as she spoke.

"And painful," I replied, my voice breaking as I claimed her lips again, the taste of her tears mingling with the sweetness of her kiss.

"I know it’s wrong…" she whispered, her voice barely audible as she pulled away slightly, her lips trembling.

"I know," I said, my hands tightening around her as if I could shield her from the world, from the pain, from everything.

"Am I a bad person, Alaric?" she asked, her voice cracking as fresh tears spilled from her eyes.

"No, you’re not," I replied, my voice firm despite the ache in my chest. I kissed her again, my lips gentle but insistent, trying to convey everything I couldn’t put into words.

"Why does it feel right to be here and not with him?" she cried, her voice breaking as she pulled me into another kiss, her hands clutching at my shirt as if she were afraid I’d let go.

I lost control then, my restraint shattering as I kissed her back with everything I had. My hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve, every breath, every heartbeat. She was here, in my arms. She was mine. And for the first time in weeks, I felt alive.