His Abandoned Luna Chapter 68

|| Alaric’s POV ||

The grip on the wheel tightened as I heard her. She didn’t want to be seen with me!

“Are you ashamed of me?” I asked, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible. Was I not good enough? Was this because I never stood in the election or shared Kael’s dream? She bit her bottom lips for a moment.

“No,” she said quickly, her heart pounding. “It’s just… complicated.”

I let out a bitter laugh, the sound sharp and cutting. “Nothing is complicated here, Lilac. Either you love someone and want to be with them, or you don’t. There’s no in-between.”

And that was it. As soon as I pulled over, she left. No words, no goodbye. She didn't even look at me! She just fucking left!

So that's all you had to say!

I watched her walk away, her figure growing smaller as she disappeared into the distance. The ache in my chest was unbearable, a mix of anger, frustration, and something deeper— something I didn’t want to name. She was mine. She had always been mine. So why couldn’t she see that?

I slammed my hand against the steering wheel, the sound echoing in the empty car. I had laid my heart bare for her, and still, she hesitated. One minute she was there, all hapy and the very next, she changed her mind, and she pulled away. The thought of her searching for someone else, of her finding her so-called soulmate, made my blood boil. I couldn’t— wouldn’t— let that happen. The hell with mate bond!

But as much as I wanted to chase after her, to demand that she stay, I knew I couldn’t. She needed time, space to figure out what she wanted. And as much as it killed me, I would give it to her. Why was I being so understanding and patience? What the fuck! What bond she was binding me with? Couldn’t she feel any of it? Or was it just me a lovesick fool!

I was done fighting. I was done chasing. Should I just give up? But why was it so difficult? Even the thought of her being away made me shiver.

'She will come back to us,' Hunter growled in my head.

'Yeah? And what if she finds her perfect mate?' I gritted my teeth.

'There’s no mate for us. She is ours,' he growled.

Right! Except the fact, she actually could be able to find her mate. And... and leave me for good. Damn it!

The drive back to my pack felt longer than usual, the road stretching endlessly before me. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one heavier than the last. Lilac’s absence was a tangible weight in the car, the scent of lavender that lingered on my clothes a cruel reminder of her. My home, my packhouse, didn’t feel the same without her. The walls seemed colder, the air emptier. I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I pulled into the driveway.

Why did it feel like she was slipping away from me? Why couldn’t she trust me? Was it her wolf she was worried about? Or was it something deeper, something I couldn’t fix? Why couldn’t she just tell me?

|| Lilac’s POV ||

His words echoed in the car, and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. He pulled over by a small café, the engine idling as he turned to face me. I couldn’t meet his gaze, the weight of his words and my own guilt pressing down on me.

I got out of the car without a second thought, my legs carrying me away from him before I could say anything else. I had spoiled everything, hadn’t I? He had declared me his Luna, and I had pushed him away. Again. The thought made my chest ache, and I pressed a hand to my heart, trying to steady its frantic beating.

Oh Goddess, what should I do? Why can't I just be with him, lika normal couple? Why can't he be my happily ever after?

The café was quiet, the hum of soft jazz music playing in the background barely registering in my ears. I sat at a corner table, a cup of coffee untouched in front of me, the steam long gone. My hands were wrapped around the mug, but I couldn’t bring myself to take a sip. My mind was a chaotic mess, my heart torn in two. I wanted Alaric. I wanted the life he was offering me— the warmth of his arms, the safety of his pack, the way he looked at me like I was the only person in the world. But the fear of the future, of the destruction I had seen in the Moon Goddess’s vision, held me back like an invisible chain.

I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling as I typed out a message to Elara.

 I need to talk.

Her response was almost immediate. 

Where are you?

I sent her the location, my heart pounding as I waited. Within minutes, she was there, her emerald green eyes filled with concern as she slid into the seat across from me. Her auburn hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she was still in the same emerald green gown from the gala, though now it was slightly wrinkled. She looked at me, her brow furrowed.

“Lil, what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice soft but urgent.

I looked up at her, tears streaming down my face before I could stop them. “I don’t know what to do, Elara. I’m so torn.”