Semua Bab His Abandoned Luna: Bab 11 - Bab 20

|| Lilac’s POV ||The days lost count, every single one with the delivery of a new over-the-top present from Kael. A diamond chain that shone like the night sky, a designer bag more expensive than most people made in a month, a jar full of exotic orchids that smelt of summer flowers, every one accompanied by a letter in Kael's lovely handwriting. "To my future Luna," the letters said, every single one of them signed with strong letters. And they made me feel this bitter, smoldering fury. I was standing in my bedroom, gazing at the new present, a velvet case containing a pair of emerald earrings that suited my eye color.My reflection before the mirror caught my attention, and I found myself unable not to notice the difference I made. The gentleness in the eyes was erased, replaced with hardness that didn't exist there before. That girl who trusted in fairytales no more existed, taking the place of a woman knowing the cost of trust."Lilac, darling," my mom yelled from down the stairs,

|| Lilac’s POV ||The grand hall was breathtaking—crystal chandeliers glowing overhead, crimson velvet drapes adding a royal touch, and tables piled high with fancy food and champagne. The air smelled like expensive perfume and roasted meat, rich and overwhelming. Every important alpha and noble in the country had come for the engagement ceremony. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the room, but I felt completely out of place—like a puppet in a show I never signed up for.  I stood near the edge, my heart pounding, and caught my reflection in a gilded mirror. The girl staring back at me looked like a stranger. My ivory silk dress was elegant, my hair pinned up with tiny pearls, every detail perfect. I looked like a future Luna. But I didn’t feel like one.  Mom stood beside me, her emerald-green gown shimmering, her eyes bright with pride.  "You look beautiful, sweetpea," she whispered, squeezing my arm. "Are

|| Lilac's POV ||The room was in chaos.Kael hesitated for just a second—his jaw clenched, eyes flickering with something like guilt—before he rushed to Coco’s side. He tore off his fancy coat, the kind that probably cost more than most people made in a year, and draped it over her shaking body like she was something fragile, something precious.  "Coco," he said, voice rough with panic. "What happened? Are you hurt?"  Before she could answer, the doors slammed open. A group of rough-looking men barged in, scanning the room like hunters. One of them pointed straight at Coco."There she is!" he barked. "Grab her!"Gasps rippled through the crowd. Kael moved instantly, stepping between her and them, his whole body tense."What the hell is this?" he demanded, voice sharp with authority.  The leader, a scarred brute with a sneer, didn’t even flinch, "that little thief stole from us. We

|| Lilac’s POV ||The crowd’s reaction was immediate and visceral. Whispers of admiration and pity filled the air, their voices rising in a cacophony of emotion.“Look at her!” someone exclaimed.“She has spoken like a true Luna.” Another voice chimed in, “Kael is so unfortunate.”The words washed over me, their impact fueling my resolve.I turned to Alpha King Darius and Luna Cassandra, my expression one of quiet grace. “My King, Luna, please bless them on their reunion. Fate has brought them together after all,” I said, my voice polite but filled with emotion. Tears welled in my eyes, though they were more from relief than sadness. I bowed slightly, my movements graceful and deliberate.The crowd erupted again, their voices filled with admiration and respect. I could feel their eyes on me, their whispers of praise and sympathy fueling my resolve. I had played my part perfectly, and now it was time to make my exit.“I wish you and ou

|| Lilac’s POV ||The bar was a lively spot on the edge of pack territory, its neon sign casting a colorful glow over the street. The sound of music and laughter spilled out into the night as we approached, the energy of the place immediately lifting my spirits. Elara linked her arm with mine, her excitement palpable as she led me inside.The interior was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and the sound of clinking glasses. The bar was crowded, the patrons a mix of pack members and humans, their voices rising in a cacophony of conversation and laughter. Elara found us a table near the back, her movements confident and assured as she flagged down a waiter.“Two shots of tequila,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “And keep them coming.”I laughed, shaking my head as I sat down. “You’re going to get us kicked out,” I said, my tone teasing.Elara grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Not if we tip well,” she said,