His Abandoned Luna Chapter 206

|| Alaric’s POV ||

The dungeon air clung to my skin, rosemary and something bitter underneath. Wolfsbane, maybe. The pale lights flickered as we descended, throwing jagged shadows against the stone walls.

Marcus walked beside me, his hand resting on the hilt of his dagger.

“She won’t talk easily,” he muttered.

I didn’t answer.

Coco sat slumped in the corner of her cell, her once-vibrant curls now tangled and dull. Her wrists were raw from the iron cuffs, her skin pale as parchment. But it was her eyes that stopped me— empty. Hollow. Nothing like the sharp, cunning witch who’d haunted our lives for months.

She didn’t even look up as we approached.

“Alpha.” Her voice was a broken whisper.

That was new! He never gave me such respect before. I pushed away my thoughts and without any hesitation, I walked forward. In two strides, I was at her side, my hand closing around her throat. Her pulse fluttered wildly beneath my fingers.

“What did you do to Lilac?” My voice was low, deadly calm.

Coco’s breath hitched. “Please... help me...”

Pathetic. Still trying to play her games of being a pityful omega wolf.

Coco was a vulture. She was different from the others we found as she was the only witch who just pretended to be a werewolf, without wearing any wolfskin.

I tightened my grip just enough to make her gasp. “The truth.”

A thin trail of blood trickled from the corner of her lip. “I don’t... know...”

Liar.

I leaned in until my lips nearly brushed her ear. “I said— the truth.”

“Alaric.” Marcus’s hand clamped down on my shoulder. “You’ll kill her before we get answers.”

I shoved her away. She crumpled to the floor, coughing, her fingers scrambling weakly against the stone.

“Get Endora to make the serum,” I snapped.

Coco gasped desperately for air as she said, “that won’t... help you.”

I stilled. “What do you mean?”

Her head lolled to the side, and for the first time, I saw real fear in her gaze. Not defiance. Not hatred. Fear.

“I’m not... Coco,” she rasped.

The words hit like a punch to the gut.

Marcus scoffed. “Don’t listen to her. She’s playing games.”

I should have agreed. Should have walked away.

But something in her voice— the way it cracked, the way her hands trembled— made my instincts roar.

I crouched in front of her, studying her face. The slope of her nose. The curve of her lips. The way her breath shuddered.

She looked exactly like Coco. She had been under constant watch. What game was she playing? She was dangerous as she was the only witch so far we have caught we dared to pretend to be a werewolf. Her powers were still unknown.

Her eyes rolled back. Her body went limp.

Unconscious.

Or worse.

I didn’t speak until we were back in the hall, the dungeon door locked behind us.

Marcus exhaled sharply. “She’s lying. Coco would say anything to— I mean you know how she even managed to fool Kael for months, making him think she was his mate.”

“I know.” I dragged a hand through my hair. “Just get the serum ready.”

I needed to think.

The hot water had done nothing to ease the tension in my body. If anything, the steam had only made my skin burn hotter, every drop sliding down my chest a teasing reminder of what I couldn’t have.

Lilac. My mate. My wife. My Luna.

The woman who didn’t remember me. And I had no idea why.

With a growl, I turned off the spray and grabbed a towel, roughly dragging it over my skin before wrapping it low around my hips. The fabric clung to the water still slick on my thighs.

I pushed open the bathroom door, and froze.

Lilac stood in the middle of my bedroom, her fingers tracing the collar of one of my discarded shirts. The afternoon sun spilled through the windows, painting her golden skin in honeyed light. She hadn’t noticed me yet, too busy lifting the fabric to her nose, inhaling deeply.

My cock twitched beneath the towel.

“Like my scent, dove?” I smirked.

She gasped, whirling around, the shirt clutched to her chest like a shield. Her eyes wide open, startled raked down my body, lingering on the water trailing over my abs, the towel barely hanging on.

“I-I wasn’t-” she mumbled, trying to hide away the shirt.

I prowled forward, watching her throat bob as she swallowed.

“You were.” My voice dropped to a rough purr. “Smelling me. Imagining how I’ld taste.”

Her breath hitched. “That’s ridiculous.”

She jerked back like she’d been burned, that pretty flush creeping from her cheeks down to her chest.

“Liar.” I prowled forward, watching her breath hitch as I crowded her against the dresser.

Her scent was intoxicating- lavender, yes, but beneath it, the musk of arousal. My nostrils flared.

“Your heart’s racing, dove.” I brushed my lips along the shell of her ear, grinning when she shivered. “And you’re biting your lip just like you do when you’re wet for me.”

Her gasp was a punch to my gut. “That’s…. you’re so shameless.”

I chuckled, trailing a finger down her throat to the neckline of her dress. “Mm. Yet here you are, pressed against me like you want to rub that pretty cunt on my thigh. Or is it against my dick?”

Her eyes darkened. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re still staring at my mouth.” I licked my lower lip slowly, watching her pupils blow. “Wondering how it’d feel between your legs again.”

I leaned closer, “wondering what my tongue can do to you?”

She made a sound- half in protest, half whimper, her fingers digging into the wood behind her. “I don’t even know you.”

“Your body does, your soul does.” I palmed myself through the towel, groaning as her gaze dropped. “See how hard you make me? One touch, and I’m fucking aching.”

Her breath came faster. “This is-”

“Wrong?” I nipped her earlobe, grinning at her sharp inhale. “Or right? Because your nipples are so hard I could cut glass with them.”

She crossed her arms, but it only shoved her tits higher. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re dripping.” I pressed closer, letting her feel my erection. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

Her breath hitched, and lips parted, but she didn’t say a word. I felt somehow happy. Despite the situation, she was still the same. Still mine.

“That’s what I thought.”