Get Back The Abandoned Luna (Scarlett and Alexander) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

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Lucien had never liked Crescent Moon’s banquet hall.

Too much pleasantries. Too much talk.

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From where he stood near the far wall, he watched Alexander fuss over Faye, murmuring empty comfort as if a few soft words could erase the public humiliation she’d just endured. Pack members kept stealing glances at them, eyes bright with gossip and calculation.

What interested Lucien wasn’t the sobbing mistress or the wounded Alpha.

It was the Luna who’d walked into the courtyard like she owned it–as if no matter how much they tried to bring her down and humiliate her, she will stand strong.

Scarlett Winter.

Seven years ago, he happened to meet a certain interesting woman who prefers to hide and trained alone in the forbidden. forest where rogues usually came for hunt–and he learned she trained there because she got annoyed that she was made fun of the others for wanting to train like Alphas.

It was entertaining for him.

So he stayed and helped her.

The corner of his lips raised in amusement as he swirled the red liquid in his glass. Alexander was sloppy, letting his personal lust spill into pack politics. A man like that didn’t need to be toppled–he only needed a push.

And Scarlett?

Scarlett already carried the match in her hands.

He’d come here for entertainment. But the moment Alexander paraded another woman as Luna in front of him, Lucien’s plans shifted.

An Alpha who disrespected his bonded mate in public was an Alpha whose foundation was already cracked. Courting that kind of stupidity was a liability.

But the Luna who stood beside him and refused to flinch?

That was opportunity.

He needed a Luna at his side. The council pressed him about it every season–legacy, heirs, stability. He wouldn’t a docile ornament who would buckle at the first storm.

He needed a woman who could hold her head high after the storm and could survive

His gaze fell across the room and found her again.

Their eyes meet. She was also watching him–void of infatuation, rather, with calculation.

give

them

Her lips moved, barely, that he couldn’t catch up what she meant. He watched as she stepped away from the crowd and approached.

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When she drew near, he caught the faintest trace of perfume–iris and smoke. It was sharp and at the same time, sweet.

She stopped close enough that he could feel the tension thrumming under her skin. Her face was calm, but her pulse beat wildly at her throat.

“We need to talk,” she said quietly. “Alone.”

Lucien’s eyes flicked toward Alexander, who was too busy caressing Faye’s hair and whispering some sweet nothings to her that earned his mistress a blush.

His gaze fell back on the Luna, inclining his head once. “Very well.”

The two of them slipped out a side door without being noticed by the wolves–much more Alexander. They climbed the marble stairs toward the presidential suite reserved for visiting Alphas.

Inside, the suite was quiet, the distant music muffled by thick walls. The door closed with a soft thud, and Lucien turned the lock with a deliberate click.

Finally, there are no eyes now.

Scarlett didn’t sit. Didn’t fidget. She stood in the room and locked gaze with Lucien.

It made the corner of his lips curl.

“I want a divorce,” she said, voice flat and clear. “I want out of this marriage. And I want my pack back.”

She didn’t plead. She didn’t explain. There’s no need to–after all, she knew that with Lucien’s influence, he already had an idea about what was happening with the Crescent Moon Pack.

Lucien watched her for a moment before the corner of his lips raised. He poured himself a drink, the movement unhurried.

“You saw it,” she continued, fury simmering under her calm expression. “He brought his mistress to greet you as Luna. He did it in front of everyone.”

Lucien lifted the glass to his lips. Her eyes followed the motion before she tore them away, jaw visibly tightening.

Interesting.

“No explanation needed,” he said finally, setting the empty glass down. “I have no objections to your divorce. But I have conditions.”

She answered without hesitation. “Name them.”

That, more than anything, made his decision solidify. No fear. No dithering. Just an immediate willingness to negotiate with the devil standing in front of her.

“I’ll help you, Lucien said. “I’ll make your unfaithful husband regret every breath he took in your name. I’ll strip him in front of the council, tear down his false Luna, and return your pack and title to you.”

A flicker of hunger crossed her face–sharp, bright. Then it vanished beneath caution.

After all, there’s no such thing as free in the world.

“But,” he added, “in return, you sign a contract with me.”

She stilled. “What kind of contract?”

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You become my Luna,” he said calmly. “For one year.”

Silence slammed between them.

Scarlett blinked, afraid that she might have misheard it. “Your… Luna?”

Lucien walked to the polished table in the center of the room and reached inside his suit jacket. He pulled out a thin envelope and set it down.

Legal documents slid out when she opened it. Clause after clause. Terms, protections, conditions. Her name already typed, the date already filled in.

“You already prepared this,” she said slowly, eyes narrowing.

I don’t like improvisation,” Lucien replied. “Rumors about your pack and your marriage have been circling for months. I came prepared for several outcomes. This is one of them.”

Scarlett stared at the contract.

A Luna again.

Bound to another man.

For a year.

Her stomach twisted. She had just crawled out of the grave Alexander dug for her–now another Alpha wanted to chain her. >rand her, make her his.

Her first instinct was to refuse. To burn the papers. To tell him she’d rather choke on her own blood than wear another man’s nark.

I leave in the morning,” Lucien said, his tone cool. “With you–or without you. I require an answer before then.”

She swallowed. “You’re serious.”

Do I look like a man who wastes time on jokes?”

Her fingers tightened around the pages. “You have an entire world of women who would throw themselves at the chance to be your Luna. Why me?”

“Technically, he said, “you’re about to be divorced.”

He took a step closer.

“And I’m not interested in women who only know how to wear a title. I want a Luna who knows how to wick! it. Someone who can stand in a room full of Alphas and not flinch. Someone who already understands what it costs to pick a tight with the entire council.”

His eyes held hers like a command.

“I want you,” he finished simply. “Not because you’re convenient but because you’re useful, intelligent, and dangerous. Am I clear, or do you still need flattery to understand your own value?”

Her breath caught.

Suspicion gnawed at her. If she said yes, she’d be walking into another cage–this time one made of iron instead of glass.

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Lucien would use her; he’d admit that openly. But he would also keep his word. Unlike Alexander, he didn’t strike Scarlett as the kind of man who needed to lie to get what he wanted.

The alternative?

Stay. Rot. Watch Alexander parade Faye and their unborn child as the triumphant future of Crescent Moon while she faded into a cautionary tale.

Her stomach churned.

There was Kathleen, too–Lucien’s sister. Her best friend. Scarlett imagined the betrayal in Kathleen’s eyes if she heard her brother made her his Luna.

“This will destroy her,” Scarlett whispered, more to herself than to him.

Lucien didn’t soften. “Kathleen knows what it means to be part of my pack. She will adapt.”

Scarlett’s heart pounded against her ribs. She wanted to hate him. Wanted to call him a monster, a manipulator, a heartless

bastard.

But deep beneath the outrage, another feeling slowly bloomed.

Curiosity.

What would it be like to stand next to this man? To face a room of snarling Alphas with him at her side instead of Alexander? To be chosen not as decoration, but as weapon?

He pointed at the papers. “You have tonight to decide. Be at my driveway by eight tomorrow morning if you agree. If not-” He shrugged lightly. “I’ll act as if this conversation never happened.”

With that, Lucien unlocked the door and walked out, leaving the faint echo of his scent and the weight of his offer pressing down on the room.

Scarlett stood alone, fists clenched around the contract.

She had wanted a way out, a way back to her pack, a chance to make Alexander pay.

Lucien had given her exactly that–wrapped in chains.

When she returned downstairs, the music was still playing, the air thick with perfume as well, and each of them was laughing–gossiping about the Luna’s situation.

She tightened the grip of the parchment documents and took a deep breath before tucking them discreetly under her arm.

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