His Abandoned Luna Chapter 75

|| Lilac's POV ||

The moment I walked away from Alaric, my heart felt like it was being torn in two. The weight of his gaze lingered on me, the intensity of his grey eyes burning into my soul even as I turned my back on him. I couldn’t afford to let my emotions take over— not now, not when so much was at stake. But the ache in my chest was relentless, a constant reminder of the bond I was trying so hard to deny.

As I moved through the grand hall, my eyes scanned the room, searching for Alexander. The Eclipse Ball was in full swing, the air filled with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. The room was a sea of masks and gowns, the flickering candlelight casting a warm glow over the opulent decor. But amidst the glittering crowd, one figure caught my attention, and my breath hitched.

Kael.

He stood near the far wall, his tall frame commanding attention even in a room full of alphas. Beside him was Astrid Moonvale, her delicate features framed by her golden hair, and her father, Alpha Daren. The three of them clinked their glasses, their smiles wide and calculating as they took a sip. It was a gesture of alliance, a silent agreement forged in the shadows of the ballroom. My stomach churned. Was I too late? Had Kael already secured the Moonvale family’s support?

As if sensing my gaze, Kael’s eyes scanned the room, and they landed on me. His lips curved into a smirk, the kind of smile that sent a shiver down my spine. I knew that smile. It was the same one he wore when he was about to make a move, when he was confident he had the upper hand. My heart raced. I had to find Alexander— fast. If Kael was already making alliances, all my plans would be in vain.

I turned, my steps quick and purposeful as I wove through the crowd. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, my pulse pounding in my ears. But in my haste, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I bumped into a server, the impact sending a tray of cocktails crashing to the floor. The cold liquid splashed across my dress, soaking the fabric and leaving me reeking of alcohol.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” a squeaky voice exclaimed. I looked down to see a petite omega kneeling on the floor, her hands trembling as she tried to clean up the mess. Her raven hair was tied back in a simple braid, and her wide eyes were filled with panic.

“That’s fine,” I said, brushing her off without much thought. My focus was still on Alexander, my eyes darting around the room as I tried to spot him. But the omega persisted, her voice soft and pleading.

“Let me help you clean it up,” she said, her hands reaching for the hem of my dress.

“That won’t be necessary,” a deep voice interrupted, and I turned to see Alexander standing beside me. His presence was commanding, his sharp features softened by a hint of concern. He glanced at the omega, his tone firm but not unkind. “Clean this up. I’ll take care of our guest.”

“Yes, Alpha,” the omega said, bowing her head before scurrying away. As she turned, I caught a glimpse of her face, and my breath caught. Coco. It was her. What was she doing here, serving cocktails while Kael was busy making alliances? Clearly, they didn’t want people to know they were mates. But why? What were they up to?

My thoughts were interrupted by Alexander’s voice.

“Shall we?” he asked, gesturing toward the exit.

I hesitated, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“You don’t have to, you know,” I said, forcing a smile.

“Well, I owe you this much,” he replied, his tone light but sincere. He led the way, and I followed, my mind still racing. As we walked, I glanced back at Kael one last time. His smirk was gone, replaced by a look of disappointment. Was it part of his plan to drench me in cocktails? It didn’t make much sense, but with Kael, nothing ever did.

We stepped out of the grand hall and into a long, dimly lit corridor, the heavy wooden door closing behind us with a soft thud that echoed through the stillness. The corridor stretched before us, its walls adorned with tapestries that seemed to breathe with the history of the pack. Each woven thread told a story, of fierce battles fought under blood-red moons, of alliances forged in fire and sealed with unbreakable bonds. The intricate designs seemed to shimmer in the stealth lights that lined the walls, their golden hues casting long, dancing shadows across the polished stone floor.

As we walked, my mind drifted to Alaric’s pack, the Blood Moon Pack, and the way it seemed to pulse with life and energy. There, the houses were not just structures but extensions of the forest itself, their wooden frames entwined with ivy and moss, as if the earth had embraced them and made them its own. The air there was always fresh, carrying the scent of pine needles and damp soil, wild flowers, the whispers of the wind through the trees a constant, soothing melody. It was a place where nature and pack were one, where every breath felt like a reminder of the wild, untamed beauty of the world.

But here, in this ancient corridor, everything felt heavy with the weight of tradition. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and the faint, lingering aroma of incense, a reminder of rituals and ceremonies that had been performed for generations. It was beautiful, yes, but in a way that felt distant, like a relic of the past rather than a living, breathing entity. I missed the warmth of Alaric’s pack, the way the sunlight filtered through the canopy of trees, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. I missed the sound of laughter echoing through the clearing, the way the pack members moved with a sense of freedom and belonging that was as natural as the flow of a river. Suddenly I missed it all. Focus, Lilac! I scolded myself.