His Abandoned Luna Chapter 87

|| Lilac’s POV ||

I clenched my fists under the table, frustration bubbling up inside me. “But if no one stands up to him, nothing will ever change,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “How long are we going to let fear dictate our actions?”

Alpha Victor’s gaze softened as he looked at me. “Lilac, I understand your frustration. But it’s not as simple as standing up to him. The Alpha King’s influence runs deep. We need to be strategic about this.”

“And what about your votes?” Madeline asked, her tone calm but probing. “If you can’t support Alexander openly, will you at least vote for him in the election?”

Alpha Victor hesitated, then nodded. “You have my word. I’ll vote for Alexander when the time comes.”

“Same here,” Alpha Roland said gruffly. “But that’s all I can promise.”

As the two alphas left the room, the atmosphere grew heavy with disappointment. Alexander leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “Well, that didn’t go as planned.”

Madeline reached over and placed a hand on his arm. “We still have options. We just need to think of another way.”

I sat quietly, my mind racing. Suddenly, Alaric’s name flashed in my thoughts like a beacon. Would he help? He was an alpha, and he had no love for Kael. But would he support Alexander, his half-brother’s rival? I needed to ask him first before bringing it up with Alexander.

“I have someone in mind,” I said, breaking the silence.

Madeline turned to me, her eyes curious. “Who?”

“Let me talk to him first,” I replied, standing up from the table. “I’m sure things will come around.”

I stepped out of the restaurant, the cool morning air brushing against my skin. My mind kept circling back to Alaric, his piercing gaze and the way he always seemed to see right through me. I pulled out my phone and typed a message, my fingers trembling slightly.

‘Are you busy?’

I waited, but there was no reply. After a few minutes, I tried again.

‘Can we talk?’

This time, the message was marked as seen, but still, no response. My frustration grew. What was going on with him? I typed another message, my tone sharper this time.

‘What’s going on?’

Finally, his reply came through, and it wasn’t what I expected.

‘Well, did you have fun spending time with Alexander?’

I rolled my eyes. Why did he always get so jealous so easily? I didn’t have time for this.

‘I was working, and that’s what I want to talk to you about,’ I replied.

A moment later, another message popped up.

‘To your right.’

I turned and saw a sleek black car parked a few feet away. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized it. There he was, Alaric, sitting in the driver’s seat, his expression unreadable.

I walked over and slid into the passenger seat, the tension between us palpable.

“What’s going on with you?” I asked, my voice tinged with frustration.

“What did you want to talk about?” he countered, his tone cool.

“So you still want to hear?” I shot back, my patience wearing thin.

“Dove, wait,” he sighed as I reached for the door handle. “Let’s get lunch together and talk.”

“I don’t have an appetite,” I said, crossing my arms.

“Then let’s talk here. Tell me,” he said, his voice softening.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “I proposed to Alexander— ”

“You proposed to him?” he interrupted, his jaw tightening.

“Hear me out before accusing me! He has a mate for Goddess’s sake.” I yelled, my frustration boiling over. Why was he so jealous? And worked up? I tooka deep breath to steady my narves. “I proposed that Alexander should stand in the election.”

Alaric’s expression shifted, his anger giving way to curiosity. “I see. That’s what you’ve been up to.”

“But we need five recommendations from alphas,” I added, my voice quieter now.

“And you want me to write one for him?” he asked, his tone neutral.

“Yes, if you can,” I said, meeting his gaze.

He smirked, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “And why would I? After all, Alexander is standing up against my little brother.”

“I thought you didn’t like Kael,” I said, narrowing my eyes.

“I don’t, but he’s still family. Isn’t it better if the crown stays in the family?” he replied, his smirk widening.

I knew he was playing with me, trying to get a reaction. “What do you want, Alaric?”

His expression softened, and he reached out to cup my cheek. “I want you, dove. I want you to come back to my pack. I want you to be my Luna.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and for a moment, I was tempted to say yes. But I couldn’t. Not yet.

“Alaric, this isn’t a joke,” I said, my voice steady.

“I’m not joking,” he replied, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “But it’s fine if you need more time. And I’ll write the recommendation regardless. When are you planning to submit it?”

“As soon as possible,” I said, my voice choked with emotion.

“Alright,” he said, leaning back in his seat. “I’ll be there at the council tomorrow.”

As he brushed a strand of hair from my face, I felt the familiar pull between us, a connection that neither of us could deny. But the road ahead was fraught with challenges, and I couldn’t let myself be distracted— not even by him.