His Abandoned Luna Chapter 86

|| Lilac's POV ||

As the three alphas left the room, the tension in the air thickened. Astrid was the first to break the silence.

“I didn’t think of this scenario,” she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. “I thought they’d be more willing to stand against the Alpha King’s candidate.”

Madeline sighed, her hand resting on Alexander’s arm. “They’re still scared of the Alpha King. It’s not easy to go against someone like him.”

Alpha Daren tried to sound hopeful, though the strain was evident in his voice. “We still have the upper hand. We have three recommendations, and we only need two more.”

Dad cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Actually, we only need one more.” He reached into his coat and pulled out an envelope, handing it to Alexander. “Being the Royal Beta, I have the right to give recommendations.”

My eyes widened in surprise. “I didn’t know that.”

He smiled, a hint of pride in his expression. “It’s a little-known rule, but it’s there. Consider it my contribution to the cause.”

Alexander took the envelope, his expression one of gratitude. “Thank you, Benson. This means a lot.”

“That means we only need one more recommendation,” I said, feeling a spark of hope ignite within me.

Alexander nodded, his gaze steady. “I have some accomplices. We can go and meet them tomorrow.”

“I can go with you, in case you need help,” I offered, my voice firm.

He smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “That would be great.”

Madeline clapped her hands together, her usual optimism shining through. “Close to victory!” she exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious.

We all smiled, the tension in the room easing slightly. The party had been successful, and we were one step closer to our goal. Just one more recommendation, and Alexander would be in the running for Alpha King. But as I looked around the room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the hardest part was yet to come.

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The next morning, Alexander and Madeline arrived at my doorstep just as the sun was beginning to rise, casting a golden hue over the sprawling estate. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew-kissed grass and blooming flowers. I had barely slept, my mind racing with thoughts of the day ahead and the weight of what we were trying to achieve. As I stepped into the car, Madeline gave me a warm smile, her presence a comforting constant amidst the chaos.

“Ready?” Alexander asked, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of tension.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied, buckling my seatbelt. The drive to the restaurant was quiet, the hum of the engine filling the silence. I stared out the window, watching the landscape blur past, my thoughts a tangled mess of hope and apprehension.

The restaurant was an upscale establishment nestled in the heart of the city, its sleek glass exterior reflecting the morning sunlight. Inside, the ambiance was elegant yet understated, with soft lighting and the faint murmur of conversation filling the air. We were led to a private dining room where two alphas were already seated, their expressions unreadable as we entered.

The first alpha, a tall man with sharp features and a commanding presence, stood to greet us. His name was Alpha Victor of the Frostfang Pack, a man known for his pragmatism and calculated decisions. The second alpha, a stocky man with a gruff demeanor and a scar running down his left cheek, was Alpha Roland of the Stoneclaw Pack. Both were powerful figures in their own right, but their loyalty to the current Alpha King made them cautious allies at best.

“Alexander,” Alpha Victor said, extending a hand. “It’s been a while.”

“Victor,” Alexander replied, shaking his hand firmly. “Thank you for meeting us on such short notice.”

We took our seats, and the conversation began with polite small talk, the kind that dances around the real issue at hand. Madeline skillfully steered the discussion, her charm and wit easing the initial tension. But it wasn’t long before Alexander cut to the chase.

“We’re here because we need your support,” he said, his tone direct but respectful. “I’m standing in the Alpha King election, and I need recommendations from five alphas to formally enter the race.”

Alpha Victor leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. “That’s a bold move, Alexander. The current Alpha King’s candidates has the backing of the royal court. Going against him won’t be easy.”

“I’m aware of the challenges,” Alexander replied, his gaze steady. “But the packs need a leader who can unite them, not someone who will continue to divide us.”

Alpha Roland grunted, his arms crossed over his chest. “And what makes you think you’re the one to do that?”

“Because I’ve spent my life building alliances, not tearing them apart,” Alexander said, his voice firm. “I’ve worked with packs across the territories, and I’ve seen firsthand what unity can achieve. I’m not asking for blind loyalty— I’m asking for a chance to prove myself.”

The room fell silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air. Alpha Victor exchanged a glance with Alpha Roland before speaking. “Alexander, I respect what you’re trying to do. But the Alpha King’s men are everywhere. If I openly support you, my pack could suffer the consequences. I can’t risk that.”

Alpha Roland nodded in agreement. “Same here. I’ve got too much to lose. The Alpha King has eyes and ears in every corner. If I write a recommendation for you, it won’t just be me who pays the price— it’ll be my entire pack.”