His Abandoned Luna Chapter 181

|| Lilac’s POV ||

The minute streched and the growls from upstairs died slowly. It was over. I felt it in my heart. Then the door burst open.

Garry stood there, panting, his clothes torn. "Everyone okay?"

His eyes locked onto my bloodied arm. "Luna, you are bleeding."

"Later," I cut in, forcing myself to stand. "The rogues?"

"Gone. For now. You were right— their numbers were massive, but we were ready."

"How are our warriors? Is everyone ok?" I asked.

"No casualties. Just injuries. We have moved them to the healing center. Endora isn't here as her students are tending to them now." Garry explained.

"Good." I moved toward the door. "I’m going to help."

" But, Luna, you’re hurt—" he protested.

I didn’t stop.

Because this was my pack now.

And I would bleed for them. But where was he! Why wasn't he back yet?

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|| Alaric's POV ||

The tires of my car screamed against the gravel as I skidded to a halt at the border. Before the engine had even died, Marcus was already throwing the door open, his boots hitting the dirt with a thud.

Blood.

The scent hit me like a physical blow— copper and fear, thick in the air. The ground was torn up, claw marks raking deep furrows in the earth. A patrol guard staggered toward us, his face streaked with dirt and sweat.

"Alpha," he panted, gripping his side. "You're back."

My wolf surged beneath my skin, claws pricking at my fingertips. "What happened?"

"Rogues," he gasped. "Almost a hundred of them. Came out of nowhere."

A hundred? That wasn’t an attack. It was a war party.

Marcus cursed beside me. "Casualties?"

But I was already moving, my strides eating up the distance toward the packhouse. The guard jogged to keep up.

"None, thank the Goddess. Luna warned us just in time."

Lilac.

My heart lurched. How on earth did she know? Was it another vision from the Goddess?

The packhouse loomed ahead, its doors thrown open, warriors milling in the aftermath. Garry spotted me first, his face tight with exhaustion.

"Alpha," he said, dipping his head.

I didn’t stop.

"Where is she?" My voice was a growl, Hunter clawing at the surface.

"Healing center," Garry called after me.

I didn’t wait for another word. Was she hurt? Why was she there otherwise?

The air inside was thick with the sharp tang of antiseptic and the low murmurs of the injured. Warriors sat on cots, their wounds being tended, while healers moved between them with brisk efficiency.

I followed the scent of lavender— her scent— through the maze of cots until I found her.

Lilac stood beside a young warrior, her fingers deftly winding a bandage around his forearm. Blood smeared her hands, but her voice was calm, soothing.

"There you go," she said softly, securing the gauze with a clip.

The warrior blinked up at her, dazed. "Thank you. I’ve never seen you in the healing center before."

Was he flirting with her? Hunter snarled in my head. First Elias and now this damn idiot. Before Lilac could reply, I stormed in.

"That’s because my Luna doesn’t work here," I said, stepping into the room.

The warrior stiffened. "L-Luna?"

"Yes. Your Luna," I snarled, closing the distance in two strides. My hand curled around Lilac’s wrist, pulling her to my side.

She hissed, and my gaze snapped to her arm— a jagged gash running from elbow to wrist, the edges raw and angry. Blood was still staining her arm.

"You’re hurt," I bit out.

She waved me off. "It’s nothing."

"Nothing?" My voice dropped, lethal. A nearby healer flinched, scrambling forward.

"I told her, Alpha," the healer stammered. "But she insisted others were worse off—"

"I’m fine," Lilac interrupted, shooting the healer an apologetic look. "They need the attention more than I do."

"No. You’re not." I cut her off.

Before she could argue, I bent and scooped her into my arms.

"Alaric!" She squirmed, her cheeks flushing. "I can walk."

"You’re hurt," I repeated, my grip tightening. Hunter snarled in my skull, furious at the scent of her blood, at the thought of her in pain.

She huffed, but then— perhaps sensing the storm brewing beneath my skin— she curled her fingers into my shirt, her other hand lifting to cup my jaw.

"Calm down," she murmured, her eyes locking onto mine. "I’m right here."

I inhaled sharply, her scent wrapping around me like a balm. Slowly, the tension in my shoulders eased.

I set her back on her feet, but kept her close as we stepped out of the healing center and into the cool night air.

The path to my estate was quiet, the only sounds were the distant chirp of crickets and the rustle of leaves. Lilac walked beside me, her fingers laced with mine, but her silence was heavy.

"Alaric," she said finally, her voice hesitant. "I have something to tell you."

"I have bigger news," I admitted, my thumb brushing over her knuckles.

She glanced up at me, waiting.

I exhaled. "Elias. He’s not what we thought."

Her brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"He’s not a werewolf. He’s a witch."

Her steps faltered. "What?"

"And that bond you felt?" My jaw clenched. "A spell. He manipulated your wolf, made you believe he was your mate."

Her breath left her in a rush. "That’s… that’s not what it was..."

"I saw it myself. His face— melted off, Lilac. Underneath, he wasn’t even Elias. The real Elias is dead." I filled her up and we reached the house.

I turned to her, "you go in and rest up. First I will check on the pack borders."

"Ok," she said and she looked a bit sad.

"We will talk once I am back. A lot to take care of, Dove," I tried to convince her.

"I know. You go, I will be fine. I'll wait," She said with a small smile..