His Abandoned Luna Chapter 204

|| Alaric’s POV ||

The moment Lilac’s knees buckled, I was there. My arms wrapped around her before she could even begin to fall, pulling her limp body tight against my chest. Her head lolled against my shoulder, her breathing shallow but steady.

“Dove?” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. No response.

The door burst open, and Mira rushed in, her eyes wide with panic. “Alpha! Is Luna—?”

“She fainted,” I said, cutting her off before she could spiral. My voice was calm, but my heart pounded against my ribs. “Fetch Endora. Now.”

Mira hesitated. “Endora isn’t in the castle, Alpha. She left this morning... She said she had to gather herbs in the northern woods.”

I clenched my jaw but nodded. Endora had always been reliable. If she wasn’t here, she had a reason. “Then bring the healer. Quickly.”

Mira dipped into a quick curtsy and hurried out.

I carried Lilac to our bed, laying her down gently. Her skin was pale, her fingers cold. I took her hand in mine, rubbing warmth back into them.

‘Alaric,’ Hunter growled in my mind, his voice edged with unease. ‘Something’s wrong. I can’t feel Runa.’

My stomach dropped. ‘What do you mean?’

‘It’s like she’s… gone. The bond is still there, but it’s empty.’ Hunter howled.

I swallowed hard, my thumb tracing circles over Lilac’s knuckles. ‘She’s just exhausted. That’s all.’

But even as I thought it, I knew it wasn’t true.

The door creaked open again, and Mira returned with Healer Liora, an older woman with kind eyes and steady hands.

“Alpha,” Liora greeted, moving to Lilac’s side without hesitation. She pressed two fingers to Lilac’s wrist, then leaned down to listen to her breathing.

“What’s wrong with her?” I asked, my voice tighter than I intended.

Liora hummed thoughtfully. “Her body is weak, but there’s no injury. It’s as if her energy has been drained.” She reached into her satchel and pulled out a small vial of smelling salts. “This should wake her.”

She uncorked it and held it beneath Lilac’s nose.

For a heartbeat, nothing happened.

Then finally Lilac’s lashes fluttered, and her eyes slowly opened.

“Luna!” Mira gasped in relief, clasping her hands together.

I leaned forward, my chest tight. “Dove? How do you feel?”

Lilac blinked up at me, her green eyes clouded with confusion. She looked around the room— at the tapestries, the fireplace, Mira’s worried face— before her gaze settled back on me.

“I am fine,” she slowly sat up.

“You scared me,” I pulled her to my chest but she flinched for a moment. The warmth, the spark was gone.

Then I felt her palm on my chest as she tried to pull away and I let her. Slolwy she looked into my eyes again.

“Who… who are you?” She asked, with furrowed eyesbrows.

The words hit like a physical blow.

Mira gasped. Liora’s brows furrowed.

I forced myself to breathe. “It’s me, Dove. Alaric.”

Lilac’s forehead creased. “Alaric…” She repeated the name slowly, as if testing it. Then, hesitantly, “You’re Kael’s brother?”

My stomach twisted. Kael’s brother. Not her mate. Not the man she loved. Just someone she vaguely recognized.

“Yes,” I said carefully. “But I’m also your—”

“Why am I here?” she interrupted, pushing herself up on her elbows. Her voice was small, uncertain. “Where is this place?”

Liora stepped in gently. “You’re in the Nightshade Palace, Luna. This is your home.”

Lilac shook her head. “No, that’s not right. I don’t live here. I’ve never been here before. And why are you calling me Luna?”

“Because you are my Luna. Dove, I am your mate,” I said, cupping her face.

A sharp cry cut through the room.

Aurora.

Lilac’s head snapped toward the sound, her body tensing. “Whose baby is that?”

“Ours,” I said softly.

Her eyes widened. “That’s impossible.”

Mira made a small, distressed noise. Liora pressed her lips together, thinking.

“Luna,” Liora said gently, “what is the last thing you remember?”

Lilac frowned. “I was… in the forest. There was an old woman. She brought me here.”

Endora.

“Do you remember anything else?” Liora pressed. “Your family? Your pack?”

Lilac shook her head again, her fingers gripping the sheets. “No. I mean, I know who I am. I remember my parents. I remember my home. But this?” She gestured around the room. “None of this is familiar.”

My chest ached. She remembered her past— but not me. Not us. Hunter howled in pain, ‘our mate doesn’t remember the bond.’

Liora exchanged a glance with me before turning back to Lilac. “You’ve had a shock. Rest now. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

She handed Lilac a sleeping tonic, which Lilac drank without protest. Within minutes, her eyelids grew heavy, and she sank back into the pillows.

I waited until her breathing evened out before speaking.

“What’s wrong with her?” I asked Liora, my voice low.

The healer hesitated. “It’s as if her memories have been… altered. Or removed.”

“By magic?” I asked.

“Most likely.” Liora nodded.

I exhaled sharply. “Can you fix it?”

“I don’t know. We are healers, not a witch,” Liora admitted. “But Endora might. She knows more about these things than I do.”

I nodded. “Then we wait for her to return.”

Mira wrung her hands. “Should I stay with Luna tonight?”

“No,” I said. “I’ll watch over her.”

They left quietly, closing the door behind them.

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at Lilac’s sleeping face. Gently, I brushed my fingers over her cheek.

“You’ll remember me,” I whispered. “I’ll make sure of it.”

But as the firelight flickered across her features, I couldn’t shake the fear settling in my chest.

What if she never did?