Get Back The Abandoned Luna (Scarlett and Alexander) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

Scarlett’s POV

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I watched as the boy’s small hands twisted the hem of his ragged shirt while his words spilled out between trembling breaths, trying to hold back his tears.

“They’re going to die,” he whispered, eyes wide and wet. “Alpha Alexander said my mama and papa had done something wrong, that they betrayed the pack… that their actions led to the Luna and the Alpha’s dissolution of their bond being approved… Now they will be executed in the square tomorrow at dawn. Their crime was that they decided to defy the Alpha and chose to support the Luna.”

My eyes darkened. The title struck me like a blade: Luna. Their previous Luna. Once, that word had meant pride, belonging, and a bond between me and the Crescent Moon Pack. Now it was uttered in fearful hushed tones and used as an excuse for cruelty. My chest tightened, anger surged through my blood, and I couldn’t help but clench my palm, but I forced myself to remain calm and steady while looking at the child.

I crouched again, ignoring the soreness in my body, and took his small hands in mine. “What’s your name?”

Looking at the bruises on his face and his body… this boy hadn’t had it easy either.

That bastard Alexander. I should have let Lucien burn him along with his mistress.

He sniffed. “Caleb, Luna.”

“Caleb,” I repeated sofily, steadying my tone. “Listen to me. Your parents are brave. Thanks to them, I am free from Alexander’s shackles, and because he can’t find a way to control me, he uses those I care about. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that they do not die or get executed under Alexander’s command.”

His eyes flickered with hope, but also hesitation. “It won’t trouble you, right, Luna? I… I promised my parents not to cause you trouble. They were also too embarrassed to reach out to you, since all they did was watch as Alexander undermined your authority and ruined your respect in the Crescent Moon Pack.”

I shook my head and chuckled softly, soothing his head. “I’m not angry with anyone–only Alexander and Faye. They are the real problem here. But don’t worry, I plan to free your parents and others who have been held captive as well.”

Caleb let out a heavy sigh and almost sat on the ground, his eyelids starting to get heavy. “Really? But how?”

Before I could answer, Lucien stepped closer. “By taking back what is originally hers.”

Caleb glanced between us with wide eyes–he seemed unable to look at Lucien, as if he were afraid of him.

Arnold smiled and took Caleb, who was clearly sleepy. “Let’s go to the room and let the physician examine your condition.”

Caleb forced his eyes wide open as he looked in my direction.

I smiled and nodded. “Rest assured and leave it to me.”

Upon hearing my words, he fell asleep instantly in Arnold’s arms.

Arnold looked at me. “I’ll take him to the ward to get treated.”

I nodded as I watched him leave, while Nick remained leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, as if waiting for me to decide what to do.

When they left, I felt my body lighten as Lucien carried me back to the study room while Nick followed us, expressionless.

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Upon arriving at the study, Lucien gently set me on the sofa. “Little wolf, we can’t delay any longer. Alexander is rotting the Crescent Moon Pack from the inside out. If he executes them tomorrow, it will send fear rippling through every corner of the pack. He’s making an example.” His jaw clenched. “I suggest we declare war. Crush him so he can’t bother us any longer.”

I shook my head as I leaned on the sofa. “No, we can’t.”

His eyes searched mine, waiting for my explanation.

“Open war will kill more innocents than it saves,” I said firmly. “The streets will run red with the blood of wolves who never chose this fight. Farmers, children, mothers… they’ll be the ones buried in the ashes of the Crescent Moon Pack. I won’t have that on my hands.”

Lucien’s brows furrowed. “So you’re saying that we should just sit here while Alexander goes around executing loyal wolves for choosing to believe in you? He’s clearly trying to draw you out, little wolf.”

I sighed and massaged my temples. “I’m saying we need to be precise. I built Crescent Moon Pack with my own blood, sweat, and tears. The last thing I want is to see him tear it apart or take control. If I reclaim it, I want it intact—for the people, not for me.”

Lucien exhaled slowly, the storm in his eyes simmering but still there. “Then what? Do we let him have his way again? You know I can’t risk you again, little wolf. He almost harmed you before, and I let it slide because you didn’t want me to kill him. Now, he’s giving me every reason. One silent assassination. Slip into his pack, slit his throat in his bed, and be done with it. No war, no innocents hurt. Just one bastard gone.”

I paused, considering his suggestion. The thought of ending Alexander myself had crossed my mind many times. I knew his weaknesses, every flaw. I could slip through the Crescent Moon Pack, but still, I hadn’t done it.

“No, Lucien. If I kill him in secret, the Council will brand me a murderer–the one who killed her previous Alpha. They’ll see it as a power grab and every ally we have left would vanish overnight and brand us as tyrants. I can’t allow that to happen, not when your pack-”

“Our pack,” he cut in.

I paused and nodded. “-our pack has a lot of enemies waiting for your downfall. After all, you hold a high position.”

“What’s the use of this if I can’t even kill a small fry?” he whispered, making me feel helpless.

“I’ve lived through many wars. I’ve seen cruelties and struggles. I watched my companions die trying to defend our pack. Now that the council has been made for the sake of alliance and peace–even though some neighboring packs still harbor intentions to go to war–at least it isn’t as bad as what I’ve seen before. I don’t want innocent people to die. If we want Alexander dead, we’ll think it through and plan carefully,” I said calmly.

“Besides, our focus now is to save those captives,” I added, looking him in the eyes.

Lucien went silent. His eyes searched mine, still dark with anger, but beneath it was trust. “And you’re going with us?”

“I plan to. After all, I promised Caleb.” I smiled.

His jaw tightened. “Next time, I should fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“Lucien!” My cheeks heated as I glimpsed Nick, who had his eyes closed, completely emotionless, as if he hadn’t heard anything.

“Damn it, little wolf. Why are you so stubborn?” I heard him mutter.

I chuckled and stood up, walking across the oak table. “You love this stubborn Luna anyway.”

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He was silent. I heard him huff and sigh. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

I didn’t comment.

I spread a clean parchment and began to draw on it as the door opened.

I paused and glanced at Arnold, who entered with a darkened expression.

“You’re talking about the plan now?” he asked.

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I nodded. “I know Crescent Moon better than anyone. Better than Alexander, even. I was their Luna–I walked every hall, memorized every guard rotation, mapped every tunnel beneath those walls. He never cared for the details. But I did.”

I picked up a piece of charcoal and began sketching quickly. “Here-” I marked the outline of the central compound. “The main gates are heavily guarded. Always have been. And Alexander, paranoid as he is, will have doubled the watch. We won’t go through there.”

Lucien leaned against the table, watching me with focused eyes as I drew.

“There are supply tunnels running under the eastern wall,” I continued. “Old, half–forgotten, used when Crescent Moon was still small. I kept them secretly maintained as a precaution. Alexander never bothered with them.”

Arnold, who had returned silently, frowned. “Do they still exist? It’s been years.”

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