His Abandoned Luna Chapter 201

|| Lilac’s POV ||

The dungeon air clung to my skin like a second shadow, thick with the scent of damp stone and something bitter— rosemary, I realized. Endora had been here recently.

My footsteps echoed against the narrow corridor, each one heavier than the last. I clutched the vial of truth serum so tightly my knuckles ached. It was a desperate move, coming here. But I was out of options.

Aurora’s cries still haunted me— not the normal whimpers of a child, but something deeper, something wrong. Last night, the shadows in her nursery had danced, twisting into shapes that made my wolf snarl.

I needed answers.

And there was only one person left who might have them.

Coco looked up as I entered her cell, her once-vibrant eyes dulled by months of confinement. The chains around her wrists were lined with wolfsbane and rosemary, just enough to keep her magic suppressed. Endora’s doing.

“New Luna Queen,” she croaked, her voice rough from disgust. A smirk twisted her cracked lips. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I uncorked the vial and stepped forward.

Her smirk faltered. “What is that?”

“The truth serum. Brought your favorite,” I smirked, hiding the uneasiness in my heart.

I gripped her chin, forcing her mouth open. She thrashed, but the chains held her fast. The serum dripped onto her tongue, and she gagged, her body convulsing as the magic took hold. I made sure she drank all of it.

For a moment, there was silence. Then I finally asked.

“What is happening to my daughter?” I demanded.

Coco’s laughter was a broken thing, jagged and wild. “So it’s started already.”

My stomach twisted.

“The truth,” I growled, my wolf surging to the surface.

Her pupils dilated, the serum pulling the words from her against her will. “You conceived when the curse was still intact. Your daughter isn’t just cursed, Lilac. She is the curse.”

The world tilted. “No. That’s not possible.”

“Think what you want,” she sneered, though her voice trembled with the serum’s compulsion. “She will bring doom to your kingdom— and salvation to us.”

Us. The witches.

My hands shook. “How do I break it?”

“You can’t break a curse that was born,” she spat. “It’s in her blood. Her bones. It’s who she is.”

The words carved into me, each one a blade. But I refused to believe it. “There has to be another way.”

Coco leaned forward, her breath hot against my ear. “Only one. Kill her now.”

I recoiled as if her words struck me like a physical blow. I didn’t stay back. I rushed out of the celler, but her laughter chased me all the way out of the dungeon.

I didn’t remember walking back to the palace. One moment I was in the dark, the next I was standing in the gardens, gasping for air like I’d been drowning.

Kill her now.

The words slithered through my mind, poisonous. My knees hit the grass, my vision blurring. Aurora’s face flashed behind my eyes— her smile, the way she giggled when Alaric tossed her in the air.

Our daughter. Our curse.

A hand touched my shoulder. I whirled, snarling—

Endora stood there, her silver eyes filled with pity. “You spoke to her.”

I didn’t ask how she knew. “Is it true?” My voice was raw. “Is Aurora…?”

I told her everything. Endora hesitated. Then, softly she replied, “The serum doesn’t lie.”

A sob tore from my throat. “There has to be another way. Please.”

She studied me for a long moment, “there might be a way. I will talk to Coco, alone.”

“Be careful,” I mumbled as I walked to the nursery.

Alexander and Ezra were gone already and Aurora was in danger too. When finally we thought we were done with these, Agatha showed up.

I didn’t know for how long I sat there like a statue. Suddenly a subtle knock got my attention.

“My queen,” Endora came in.

“Did you find anything?” I asked. Endora looked different.

She studied me for a long moment. “there is a way. But it will cost you.”

“Anything.” I said in desperation.

“Your bond,” Endora spoke.

I froze. “What?”

“Aurora was conceived when Alpha King was under the curse. Hence she carries it too. Sever the mate bond, and the magic in Aurora might fade.”

The price was unthinkable. To lose Alaric? To live as half a soul?

But to save our daughter…

“How long do I have to decide?” I whispered.

Endora’s gaze drifted to the palace, “longer you wait, difficult it will be. The curse will eat her up slowly.”

Oh goddess! What should I do?

I found Alaric in our chambers, his back to me as he stared into the fire. He didn’t turn as I entered, but his shoulders tensed.

“You went to the dungeon.” A statement, not a question.

“I had to.” I replied.

He finally faced me, his golden eyes burning. “And?”

The truth lodged in my throat. How could I say it? How could I tell him that our child— the one he’d fought so hard for— was the very thing that could destroy us all?

So I lied.

“Nothing useful.”

His gaze searched mine, and for a heartbeat, I thought he saw through me. But then he pulled me into his arms, his heartbeat steady against my ear.

“We’ll figure this out,” he murmured into my hair.

I clung to him, memorizing the feel of his warmth, the scent of him. Because if Endora was right, this might be the last night I’d ever have it.

Somewhere in the palace, Aurora let out a cry, reminding me my time was limited.

The shadows were growing.

And so was the clock.