His Abandoned Luna Chapter 213

|| Lilac’s POV ||

\[Four Months Later\]

The grand hall of the Nightshade palace shimmered with golden candlelight, the scent of roasted venison and honeyed apples thick in the air. Aurora squirmed in my arms, her chubby fingers reaching for the towering cake decorated with edible silver wolves. It was her first birthday.

“No, little wolf,” Alaric chuckled, catching her wrist before she could demolish the masterpiece. “Let your poor father have one unruined celebration.”

Our daughter responded by baring her tiny milk teeth— already sharp— and growling playfully. The exact replica of my green eyes sparkled with mischief. No more nightmare or eerie violet glow.

“Oh, she’s definitely your daughter,” Darius boomed from the head table, his silver-streaked beard twitching with amusement. Alaric’s father looked healthier than he had in years, the weight of the kingdom finally lifted from his shoulders and we finally had peace. He had been living with us and Aurora was his heart.

“Takes after her mother in temperament too,” dad added, ruffling Aurora’s dark curls. Dad had been glued to her side all evening, still making up for lost time during the war.

A commotion at the doors made Aurora’s head snap up. Kael stood hesitantly at the threshold, his once-proud frame now slightly hunched. The hall quieted.

“I brought a gift,” he said stiffly, holding out a carved wooden wolf.

Ezra tensed beside me, but Alaric merely nodded. “Let him through.”

Kael approached, his gaze fixed on Aurora.

“She has your eyes, Lilac.” He swallowed hard. “I... I owe you more than an apology, but it’s a start.”

I studied the man who’d once been my whole world— now just a shadow of memory. He became thinner, his proud face was gone, dark circles around his eyes. He was recovering slowly from the mental trauma from Coco and death of his mother. Yes, Alaric gave Cassandra a death penalty and most of the councilmen agreed.

“Thank you,” I said simply, taking the toy. Some wounds would never fully heal, but tonight wasn’t about old scars.

“Speaking of eyes,” Madeline chirped, bouncing her newborn son in her arms as Alexander hovered protectively, “this little one got his father’s terrible glare already!”

“And his mother’s impeccable timing,” Alexander grumbled, though his hand never left Madeline’s back.

Astrid snorted into her wine. “Wait until he starts shifting.”

“Better than Ezra,” Elara teased, “who shifted mid-sentence at his own—”

“We all remember,” Ezra groaned, covering Aurora’s ears dramatically. “No need to traumatize the princess.”

Laughter rippled through the hall, warm and bright.

Endora, now fully recovered, hobbled over to place a wrapped gift before Aurora.

“For our future queen,” she said, her milky eyes twinkling as the baby immediately tried to eat the ribbon.

“What is it?” Alaric asked, prying the package from Aurora’s mouth.

“A memory box,” Endora said softly. “To store all her firsts. First tooth. First shift. First everything,” She hesitated, glancing at me.

“To Aurora,” Darius raised his goblet, his voice thick. “May her reign be long, and her enemies few.”

As the toast echoed through the palace, Alaric’s fingers found mine beneath the table. “No sign of witches all year,” he murmured. “Coco’s body burned to ashes. Agatha was fed to the dogs. It’s over, dove.”

I leaned into his touch, watching our daughter smash her cake with gleeful abandon. This man was my everything, my anchor, my mate. He never let go off my hand, always put me together and above all, loved me unconditionally.

The nightmares of black lilies, the echo of Agatha’s laugh were gone. All the threats had been removed from our lives. Finally it was over for good. Our kingdom was happy.

And tonight?

Tonight, surrounded by family and the peaceful howls of our kingdom, the future smelled sweet as the frosting on Aurora’s fingers. This was my happily ever after!