Get Back The Abandoned Luna (Scarlett and Alexander) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128

Chapter 128

Scarlett’s POV

The first thing I felt was the pounding in my skull–a low, steady throb that made me groan and bury my face in the pillow. My temples ached, and my throat was dry. I could still taste the alcohol I had drunk last night lingering on my tongue. Damn, Kathleen hadn’t let me leave until I’d finished every drink, and even Lucien had needed to intervene.

Now, because of it, he was even more drunk–though even when he didn’t pass out and was still on his feet, trying to appear sober, his expression had become unfocused and sluggish.

Damn, alcohol is nothing but trouble.

I lifted a hand to massage my temple, hissing softly when sunlight slipping through the curtains struck my eyes. “Ugh…”

My vcice came out hoarse and my lips felt painfully dry.

Before I could move, an arm caught me around the waist and pulled me against a rough, firm chest. A familiar chest, with a familiar warmth. I felt a low hum vibrating against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

Lucien.

My Alpha.

I shifted and turned to face him. This was the first time I’d ever found him still sleeping beside me. Normally, he was always awake before the sun rose. Even if he had nothing to do and just lay there, he would already be awake, quietly watching me sleep.

Now it was my turn to watch him. He clung to me like a stubborn wolf, refusing to release his prey.

I froze, blinking as the realization sank in. This was the first time I had ever truly seen him like this. His breathing was deep and unguarded, steady and calm. As if he knew that nothing bad could happen while he was with me.

That I had become his safe haven. The one with whom he could lower his guard.

I couldn’t help but stare at his features, wondering if the Goddess had been biased when creating wolves.

Strands of silver hair fell across his forehead and his jaw was strong. The harsh lines of authority that usually made him look intimidating and cold had softened in sleep. His lips–that had kissed me countless times and touched every part of my body–were relaxed, a faint curve tugging at their corners.

Damn. His appearance was the first thing I had noticed as a teenager, that first time I had ever seen him.

I couldn’t help but gaze at him, couldn’t resist the temptation to trace his features and engrave them into my heart.

And his lips…

I wanted to kiss-

The corner of his mouth twitched higher.

I blinked, startled.

Then I heard his voice, deep and husky from sleep.

“Did you fall in love with me again, my Luna?”

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Heat rushed to my face. I gasped, trying to jerk back, but his arm only tightened around me, keeping me pressed against

him.

“You-” I stammered, mortified. “Have you been awake this whole time?”

But I was sure he had just been sleeping.

His chuckle rumbled against my chest. “Long enough to feel your eyes burning holes into me.” His lips brushed my ear as he murmured, “…not that I mind. Stare as much as you want. I’m all yours anyway.”

I groaned, burying my face in the pillow to hide my embarrassment. “You shut up.”

“It’s not like I’m lying,” he whispered, lifting my chin until my eyes met his, “am I?”

My heartbeat betrayed me. I wanted to retort, to say something sharp–but the tenderness in his gaze melted all my thoughts.

Damn, so it was true what they said about beauty causing wars between packs.

His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow and deliberate. “You promised me once,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You said I could do whatever I wanted with you.”

I froze, my body rigid, but tried to hide my reaction and calm my racing heart. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You can’t deny it,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I remember it very well, my Luna, and I’m looking forward to it.”

The heat pooled low in my belly instantly. My breath caught; I couldn’t deny that I was looking forward to it as well. My body betrayed me, even as my pride urged me to resist–but I couldn’t.

As if he were born into this world just to tempt me.

I felt his hand slide from my waist to my hip, tracing lazy circles through the thin fabric of my nightdress, every touch sending sparks through my body and fire along my skin. Every move made me tremble in anticipation and embarrassment.

“You are finally mine, Scarlett,” he said hoarsely, his voice warm and seductive.

I swallowed hard, my nails digging into the sheets. “You’re so sure of yourself.”

His smirk was wicked. “Shouldn’t I be? I claimed you as mine, and you claimed me as yours.”

He was nothing like the bluntly drunken version of himself last night. I could still recall how he had shared his worries with

his anxiety and caution when it came to us.

me,

I tried to roll away, but his grip only tightened. He pulled me flush against him, his heat overwhelming, my heart racing wildly.

“My precious Luna,” he whispered as he leaned closer, “what should I do with you, hm?”

I bit my lower lip and ignored him, closing my eyes, trying to block him out–he was the embodiment of temptation itself!

I felt his breath ghost over my lips. “Say it,” he said softly. “Say those three words to me… I didn’t get to hear them last night.”

His lips lightly brushed mine, refusing to deepen the kiss until I surrendered. I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart slamming in my chest as if it couldn’t wait to leap out and bound straight to him.

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I peeked at him, hesitating.

“I…” The word stuck.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t say it… it was just that I was too damn embarrassed!

This was the first time someone had ever treated me with such care and affection… it made me wonder whether this was just normal for mates who truly loved each other.

I bit my lip and hid my face against his chest. Ah, damn it.

It’s not as if I don’t love him, anyway.

“I–I love you,” I whispered, the words tumbling out like a secret I couldn’t keep any longer.

The moment the words left me, my heart grew lighter and trembled even more.

I couldn’t describe what I was feeling right now. I felt… so much joy and warmth I could barely name it.

In the next second, his lips crashed onto mine–hungry, claiming, consuming, as though he couldn’t wait another minute.

The kiss was aggressive yet passionate. His tongue tangled with mine, leaving me no choice but to submit.

At his touch, I melted. I was powerless before his kisses. My hands tangled in his hair, drawing him closer, needing more… more of him.

When he finally broke the kiss, we both gasped for air. His forehead rested against mine as he gazed at me deeply.

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