His Abandoned Luna Chapter 66

|| Lilac's POV ||

My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the empty plate in front of me. The words Alaric had spoken earlier still echoed in my ears, sending shivers down my spine. My Luna. He had called me his Luna. And Marcus, the man who had burst in earlier, had called him Alpha. Alpha. The title hung in the air like a heavy fog, clouding my thoughts and leaving me breathless.

I had known Alaric for so long, and yet I had never heard of him being an Alpha. Of course he had the lineage. Was this his pack? Was this why he had always been so protective, so commanding, so... alpha-like? My heart raced as I tried to process it all. The man I had fallen for, the man who had held me through the night, was not just any wolf. He was a leader. And he had just declared me his Luna in front of one of his beta?

I stood up abruptly, my legs shaky beneath me, and carried my plate to the sink. The mundane task of washing dishes gave me something to focus on, something to ground me. The water ran over my hands, warm and soothing, but my mind was still spinning. I finished cleaning up quickly, my movements mechanical, and then headed to the bedroom to get dressed.

I slipped into the clothes I had worn the day before, the fabric soft against my skin, and took a deep breath. I needed answers. I needed to understand what was happening, who Alaric really was, and what it meant for us. With a determined nod to myself, I stepped out of the house and into the crisp morning air.

The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden glow over the landscape. The woods around the house were alive with the sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the breeze. I took a few steps forward, my eyes scanning the area. In the distance, I could see a few more houses, their wooden frames blending seamlessly with the natural surroundings. And there, among the trees, I caught glimpses of movement— figures watching me, their eyes curious but not threatening.

Before I could process it all, Alaric appeared, his tall frame emerging from the woods like a shadow given form. His grey eyes lit up when he saw me, and a soft smile played on his lips.

“Hey,” he said, his voice warm and filled with affection. He closed the distance between us in a few quick strides, his hand brushing against my cheek before he leaned down to kiss my forehead.

I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Alaric…” I began, my voice trembling. “Where are we?”

He smiled, his hand slipping down to intertwine with mine.

“My territory,” he said, his tone filled with pride. “The Blood Moon Pack.”

My eyes widened as I processed his words.

“You’re an Alpha?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Is that really surprising? My father is one." He asked.

"Didn’t mean it that way," I replied promptly.

He nodded, his expression softening. “This was my mother’s pack, and I was chosen as their next Alpha.”

I stared at him, my mind racing. How had I not known this about him? How had he kept it from me? I was a real fool! I even had been here before! But before I could voice my thoughts, he spoke again.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice filled with regret. “I never got the chance to tell you.”

I shook my head, forcing a smile.

“It’s okay,” I said, though my heart was still racing. “I just… I didn’t know.”

He squeezed my hand, his touch reassuring.

“Would you like to look around?” he asked, his tone light but filled with excitement.

I nodded, my curiosity outweighing my unease. “Sure.”

The pack territory was breathtaking, a perfect blend of nature and community. The goddess was right. The houses were scattered discreetly among the trees, their wooden frames blending seamlessly with the surroundings. The mountains loomed in the distance, their peaks kissed by the morning sun. We walked through the woods, the path winding through tall trees and lush greenery. The air was filled with the scent of pine and earth, and the sound of a nearby stream added to the serene atmosphere.

As we walked, I could feel the presence of other wolves nearby, their eyes watching us from the shadows. They didn’t approach, but their curiosity was palpable. I could sense their respect for Alaric, their Alpha, and their curiosity about me— the woman he had brought into their territory.

Soon, we reached a clearing, and there it stood the packhouse. It was a magnificent structure, tall and imposing, yet somehow harmonious with its surroundings. The building was made entirely of wood, its walls adorned with intricate carvings of wolves and moons. The large double doors were open, revealing a grand entrance hall filled with natural light.

“This is the packhouse,” Alaric said, his voice filled with pride.

As we approached, Marcus stepped out, his expression warm and welcoming.

"And Marcus here is my beta," he introduced.

“Welcome, Luna,” Marcus said, bowing his head slightly.

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks.

“Please, call me Lilac,” I said, my voice soft but firm. “I’m not the Luna…” I trailed off, unsure of how to finish the sentence.

“You will be soon,” Alaric said, his voice low and filled with possessiveness. He pulled me into a side hug, and kissed my temple, his arm wrapping around my waist as we walked inside.

The interior of the packhouse was just as stunning as the exterior. The walls were lined with rich, dark wood, and the floors were polished to a mirror-like shine. The furniture was vintage yet elegant, with plush couches and intricately carved tables. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, its crystals catching the light and casting a warm glow over the room. The air was filled with the scent of wood and fresh flowers, and the atmosphere was one of warmth and welcome.

As we walked through the packhouse, we were greeted by several pack members. They smiled and nodded, their expressions friendly and welcoming. I could feel their curiosity, but there was no hostility, only a sense of respect and acceptance.

After the tour, Alaric led me to a quiet corner of the packhouse, his hand still resting on my waist.

“So,” he said, his voice soft but filled with anticipation. “What do you think of the pack?”

I looked up at him, my heart swelling with emotion.

“Beautiful,” I said, my voice filled with awe. “It’s… you pack perfect.”

"Our pack," he corrected me.

He smiled, his grey eyes softening as he looked down at me.

“I’m glad you think so,” he said, his voice low and filled with affection. “Because I want you to be a part of it. A part of me.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a warmth spread through my chest. 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.

For now, though, I allowed myself to bask in the warmth of his words, the promise in his eyes, and the hope that maybe, just maybe, I could find a way to defy destiny together.