His Abandoned Luna Chapter 65

|| Lilac’s POV ||

I woke to the cold emptiness of the bed, the sheets tangled around my legs and the space beside me devoid of Alaric’s warmth. My hand reached out instinctively, brushing against the cool fabric where he had lain. The absence of his body, his heat, his steady breathing, was jarring, and I felt a pang of longing that settled deep in my chest. I missed him already, and he hadn’t even been gone long.

Sitting up, I ran a hand through my disheveled hair, the faint scent of pine and earth lingering on the pillow. My gaze fell to the oversized t-shirt I wore— one of Alaric’s— its soft fabric falling to my knees. I brought the collar to my nose, inhaling deeply. It smelled like him, like the woods after a rainstorm, like warmth and safety. For a moment, it felt as though he was still here, his arms wrapped around me, his breath warm against my skin.

I stood, padding over to the mirror that hung on the far wall. My reflection stared back at me, my hair a mess of loose curls, my eyes still heavy with sleep. But there, just below my jawline, was a faint mark— a bruise from the previous night, a reminder of his lips, his teeth, his hands. My fingers brushed against it, and a shiver ran down my spine. If Alaric ever marked me, it would be exactly here. The thought sent a rush of warmth through me, but it was quickly overshadowed by the vivid images from yesterday— the Moon Goddess’s vision, the destruction, the loss. My heart ached, torn between the happiness I felt with Alaric and the fear of what might come.

I shook my head, pushing the thoughts aside. For now, I would focus on the present. I freshened up quickly, splashing cold water on my face and brushing my teeth with the spare toothbrush Alaric had left out for me. The familiarity of it all, the domesticity, made my chest tighten. It felt so right, so natural, and yet it was tinged with an undercurrent of unease.

When I stepped into the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon hit me like a wave. My eyes widened as I took in the scene before me. Alaric stood at the stove, his broad back to me, his muscles flexing beneath the thin fabric of his t-shirt as he flipped pancakes with practiced ease. The counter was lined with plates of food— fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon, and a bowl of fresh fruit. A steaming cup of coffee sat on the table, waiting for me.

“Good morning, princess,” Alaric said, his voice warm and teasing as he turned to face me. He crossed the room in a few quick strides, his lips brushing against mine in a quick, affectionate kiss before he returned to the stove. “Egg muffins are almost done. Sit down, dove. Breakfast is ready.”

I blinked, still processing the sight of him— a mischievous lover boy and now, apparently, chef— moving around the kitchen with such ease.

“Good morning,” I managed, my voice still thick with sleep. “What have you done?”

He chuckled, the sound low and rich, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

“Just cooked a little breakfast for my dove,” he said, his tone light but filled with affection. He set a plate of egg muffins on the table before pulling out a chair for me. “Sit. Eat.”

I obeyed, sinking into the chair as he placed a cup of coffee in front of me. The warmth of the mug seeped into my hands, and I took a sip, the rich, bold flavor waking me up further. Alaric sat across from me, his grey eyes soft as he watched me, a small smile playing on his lips.

As I ate, I couldn’t help but marvel at the man before me. I had been married to Kael for five years in my past life, and never once had he treated me with such care, such tenderness. Alaric was different— so different. Everything he did, from the way he cooked breakfast to the way he looked at me, made me fall for him more. And yet, the weight of the Moon Goddess’s warning lingered in the back of my mind, a constant reminder of the stakes.

We ate in comfortable silence, the only sound the clink of cutlery against plates and the occasional hum of satisfaction from Alaric as he tasted his own cooking. But the peace was short-lived. The sound of the front door opening and hurried footsteps broke the quiet, and a man burst into the kitchen, his face flushed and his breathing heavy.

“We have a situation, Alpha— ” he began, but his words trailed off as his eyes landed on me. I froze, a forkful of pancake halfway to my mouth, acutely aware of how I must look— wearing Alaric’s t-shirt, my hair a mess, and a plate of food in front of me.

The man’s eyes widened, and he quickly averted his gaze, his cheeks turning red.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had company!” he stammered, taking a step back.

Alaric didn’t seem fazed. He leaned back in his chair, his expression calm but with a hint of amusement.

“No worries, Marcus. Meet Lilac,” he said, his voice steady and filled with pride. “My Luna.”

The words hit me like a thunderclap, and my heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. My eyes widened, and I stared at Alaric, my breath catching in my throat. 

My Luna

. The words echoed in my mind, filling me with a warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time. It felt so right, so natural, and yet it was overwhelming.

Marcus nodded, his expression shifting from embarrassment to respect.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Luna,” he said, bowing his head slightly before turning back to Alaric. “Alpha, we need to discuss the situation immediately.”

Alaric’s expression hardened, and he stood, his alpha aura radiating authority.

“Give me a moment,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Marcus nodded and stepped out of the kitchen, leaving us alone.

Alaric turned to me, his grey eyes softening as he cupped my face in his hands.

“I’ll be back soon,” he said, his voice low and filled with promise. “Stay here. Eat. Relax. You’re safe.”

I nodded, though my mind was still reeling from his declaration. My Luna. The words played on a loop in my mind, filling me with a sense of belonging I hadn’t felt in years. But beneath the warmth was a flicker of fear— fear of what it meant, fear of the future, fear of the choices I would have to make.

As Alaric left the kitchen, I sat back in my chair, my heart still racing. The breakfast he had made sat untouched in front of me, but my appetite was gone. The weight of the Moon Goddess’s warning, the visions of destruction, and the love I felt for Alaric warred within me, leaving me torn and uncertain.

But for now, I would hold onto the warmth of his words, the promise in his eyes, and the hope that maybe, just maybe, we could find a way to defy destiny together.