Get Back The Abandoned Luna (Scarlett and Alexander) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Scarlett’s POV

I froze upon hearing that he knew. After all, I had already told Kathleen that I wanted to be the one to tell him. I wanted to be the one to announce it, but in the end, Lucien had found out before I could.

“Did Kathleen tell you?” I asked, still leaning into his embrace.

Lucien’s arms tightened around me, and he shook his head. “No, it wasn’t her. It was the physician who was looking for you earlier in the kitchen. I happened to overhear when she left a small note with the cook, saying that this is what you should eat, especially since you’re pregnant.”

He paused and added, “After hearing that, I went up to her and asked her directly. She told me you’re pregnant and that she preparing a regimen so that you and the baby will stay healthy. After that, I asked for her notes so that I, too, can take care you and know what’s best for you now that you’re carrying our child.”

Oh. I should apologize to Kathleen for doubting her.

It was the physician who told him—and I hadn’t even had time to tell her not to reveal it to Lucien, since she’d left right way to prepare something for me. Other than the physician, the cook, and Kathleen, no one else knew about my >regnancy.

Now, Lucien, the father of my child, knew.

Why were you trying to hide it from me, hm?” His voice was soft, and there was no anger or irritation in his tone

He approached me gently, both in words and in his embrace.

My knees nearly buckled, and my heart trembled. I clung to his shirt, shaking. I knew I kept thinking negative thoughts an didn’t understand why I felt so emotional, so sensitive. I couldn’t even explain what I was feeling

t wasn’t that I had planned to keep it from him any longer. I was just still processing the idea that I was going to be nother.

would have a family in the future. The kind of family I had dreamed of for so long because I was so atrand of c

lone.

bit my lip, guilt twisting in my chest as I whispered to him, “I’m sorry I wanted to be the one to all you bot

(now how

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corners of his mouth lifted in a smile.

“Little wolf, my Luna. I swear to you, I will work harder than ever to protect you, to protect our child. I want to be the kind of man you can rely on, not just as your Alpha but also as your husband,” he said solemnly, looking into my eyes.

Husband?” I echoed faintly, my heart pounding.

His mouth spread into a rare, earnest smile. “Yes. I want us to have a real marriage–not just a ceremony to announce you as my Luna. Not just the bond as Alpha and Luna. I want you to be my wife in every sense and be fully recognized as my one and only Luna.”

For us, marriage was sacred. Dissolving a bond or a marriage was a deep, difficult process because, in marriage, the Alpha and Luna marked each other–the Alpha marked the Luna, and if the Alpha allowed it, the Luna could mark him as well. ensuring loyalty and a vow to choose each other against all odds.

My case with Alexander had been different. He was able to mark me, but never allowed me to mark him in return. I should have seen the red flags early on. But because I loved him then, I ignored it and didn’t think too much about it.

No wonder he didn’t want me to mark him—and he didn’t even finish the sacred marriage rites, saying he was tired and wanted to skip nearly all the steps, going straight to the marking. That’s why I was the only one who ended up getting a mark.

When I brought it up with him at the time, he just coaxed me again and said we’d do it again–the proper marriage and that ime I would mark him too.

That was all a lie. It was a relief that I was able to dissolve our bond and free myself from his chains.

Now, Lucien–my Alpha–wanted a true, sacred marriage with me.

pursed my lips, about to answer when he leaned in and kissed me gently. “I know you re doubtful bec raumas… but please, let me show my love, my devotion, my affection through this

Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision. “Lucien

couldn’t say anything else but his name

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Lucien silenced me with a gentle kiss, reassuring me. When he pulled back, his eyes were steady. “We’re about to be parents for the first time, little wolf. We have no experience, and we’re just wolves…. not perfect, even if we wish our first time being parents could be perfect. All we can do is protect our child and be there for them, learning as we go.”

The knot in my chest loosened, just a little. I buried my face in his chest, clinging to his warmth. “But… what should I do? I’m still afraid.”

“Then let me shoulder that fear with you,” he murmured. “We’ll face it together.”

We stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms. His voice was steady as he talked about the days ahead, sounding so certain that I wanted to believe him. He described a home filled with laughter instead of battle scars, a place where our child would grow up without ever feeling abandoned or afraid.

He said he’d teach them to fight, of course–but more importantly, he wanted them to learn to live freely, to love with their whole heart.

Listening to him, I felt like I was looking at my former self–my past self who had once dreamed the same dream.

My heart swelled at every word he spoke.

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