His Abandoned Luna Chapter 207

|| Alaric’s POV ||

I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing her moan as my tongue claimed hers. She tasted like honey and defiance, and fuck, I needed more. My hands yanked her shirt over her head, her breasts spilling into my palms. “Perfect,” I growled, rolling her nipples between my fingers until they pebbled.

“Always so fucking perfect for me.”

Her nails scraped down my back as I lifted her, tossing her onto the bed. Her leggings were gone in one sharp tug, leaving her bare -golden skin, toned thighs, and that sweet, dripping cunt I planned to ruin.

“Spread your legs,” I ordered, kneeling between them.

She hesitated, biting her lip.

I smirked. “Or do I need to make you?”

Her thighs fell open with a whimper.

“Good girl.”

I didn’t tease. I drove in, my tongue licking a slow, filthy stripe up her slit. Her back arched off the bed, a broken cry tearing from her throat. “Oh goddess!”

“Tastes like heaven,” I groaned against her, sucking her clit between my lips. Her hips jerked, her hands fisting in my hair as I devoured her, licking and sucking until her thighs trembled, “still think I am Kael’s brother?”

She whimpered, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “No-!”

“Who am I then? Tell me.” I ordered.

“My ma-mate,” she breathed.

Her every word brought satisfaction and assurance. She was still there... still wanting me, maybe even loving me. Hunter growled in joy at the recognition.

“You gonna come for me, dove? Gonna scream my name?” I teased even more.

She moaned, “ye-yes!”

I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right as my tongue circled her clit. “Then come.”

Her orgasm hit like a storm, her body bowing, thighs clamping around my head as she sobbed my name. I didn’t let up, licking her through it until she was squirming, oversensitive and desperate.

Only then did I pull back, wiping my mouth with a dark chuckle.

“Now,” I growled. “What do you want, Dove?”

Her gaze locked onto my cock, which was thick, flushed, already leaking for her.

“See something you like?” I stroked myself slowly, watching her lips part.

She licked them. “Maybe.”

I crawled over her, caging her beneath me. “Then take it.” I guided my length through her slick folds, teasing her entrance. “Tell me how badly you want me inside you.”

Her hips bucked, seeking friction. “Alaric-”

“Say it.”

Her eyes were glazed, her lips swollen.

“Please, I need you inside,” she begged, her voice wrecked.

I kissed her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. “Since you asked so nicely.”

I sheathed myself in one brutal thrust, her tight heat milking me instantly. “Fuck,” I snarled, burying myself to the hilt. “Always so goddamn tight.”

I slammed home in one brutal thrust.

Her scream of pleasure echoed off the walls as I set a punishing pace, my hips snapping against hers.

“Mine,” I snarled, sinking my teeth into her shoulder. “Even if you don’t remember it, you are always mine.”

She came with a sob, her walls fluttering around me. I followed her over the edge, spilling deep inside her with a groan.

Panting, I collapsed beside her, pulling her against my chest.

Her fingers traced my mating mark absently. And for a moment it felt normal. Lilac lay boneless beneath me, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I kissed her lazily, my hand stroking her hip.

“Still think I’m a pervert?” I murmured.

She huffed a laugh, her fingers tracing my jaw. “Worse. You’re a devil.”

I grinned. “And you love every second of it.”

She didn’t deny it, and I felt I got back a part of my love.

But a knock interrupted us. I groaned in frustration. I stood up wrapping the towel again as I answered the door.

“Alpha!” Marcus’s voice shattered the moment, followed by a sharp rap at the door. “Alexander and Ezra are back.”

Lilac scrambled back like she’d been burned, her chest heaving. I didn’t miss the way her gaze dipped to the tented towel before she wrenched it away.

“Ezra?” Her voice was too high, too breathless. “How is he?”

I adjusted the towel with a grimace, shooting a glare at the door.

“Let’s go find out,” I muttered, grabbing fresh clothes.

As I dressed, I caught Lilac’s lingering glance— the way her teeth worried her lip, the flush still painting her chest.

Her mind might not remember me, but I was still her drug.

Soon we leaved the room wnd reached my study. They were already inside.

Ezra looked a bit older.

The thought struck me as he hugged Lilac in the study, his arms tight around her. The boyish roundness had left his face, replaced by sharp angles and a new scar along his jaw.

“You look terrible,” Lilac said, pulling back to smack his shoulder.

Ezra grinned. “Missed you too, sis.”

I cleared my throat. “Why don’t you two catch up? We’ll talk later.”

Ezra hesitated, his eyes flicking to me as he was my beta and he was supposed to report first. I gave him a nod and he relaxed, letting Lilac drag him out of the room.

The moment the door closed, Alexander slumped into a chair, his exhaustion palpable.

“Hundreds of rogues,” he said, his voice gravelly. “Maybe more. They’re not just gathering— they’re training.”

Marcus cursed under his breath.

“Training?” I asked, my fingers tightening around the armrest.

Alexander nodded. “Someone’s leading them. Again. And you know who.”

The words settled like stones in my gut. Another war. Another fight.

And this time...

My gaze drifted to the door where Lilac had disappeared. This time, I didn’t have my mate beside me.

“From the look of it,” Alexander continued, rubbing his face, “it won’t be easy.”

Understatement of the century.

Marcus shifted. “We need to prepare. The northern packs—”

“Later.” I stood abruptly, my chair scraping against stone. “First, we deal with Coco.”

Alexander rose with me. “What happened to Lilac?”

The question was a blade between my ribs.

“Her memory’s been tampered with,” I said, forcing the words out.

Alexander stiffened. “What kind of magic does that?”

“I don’t know.” My claws pricked my palms. “But I’m going to find out.”

Marcus cleared his throat. “Alpha, the serum’s ready.”

Good.

“Then let’s go.” I strode toward the door, Alexander at my heels. “It’s time for answers.”

The dungeon was silent when we arrived. Too silent.

Marcus fumbled with the keys, his hands uncharacteristically clumsy. The cell door creaked open—

And my blood ran cold.

The chains lay in a heap on the floor of empty celler. And the prisoner was vanished.

Coco was gone!