Get Back The Abandoned Luna (Scarlett and Alexander) novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189

Scarlett

The bar, as expected, was packed.

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The moment we stepped closer, the air hit me–pheromones layered over alcohol and cigarette smoke, all of it tangled together in a dizzying haze. Laughter, loud voices, clinking glasses. It was chaotic, alive, and overwhelming.

We were supposed to go to a restaurant.

That was what we told Lucien. What I promised.

Yet something felt wrong the moment we turned a corner. The path was unfamiliar. Too loud. Too… vibrant.

I realized it was too late.

The thumping beat of disco music vibrated through the ground beneath my feet, chatter spilling out in waves, the lively noise unmistakable even without sight.

This wasn’t a restaurant.

This was a bar.

“Kathleen-” I started, finally putting the pieces together

But before I could retort, before I could even scold her for tricking me, she had already dragged me forward, pulling me straight toward the entrance as if she’d been waiting for this exact moment.

The music swallowed us whole.

She dragged me over and placed both hands on my shoulders, guiding me down onto a vacant chair before I could protest. Then she raised her voice toward the counter.

“Five beers and some chips–table four, please!”

By the time I opened my mouth, it was already done. The bartender acknowledged the order, and just like that, there was no backing out.

I rubbed my fingers against my temples and let out a long, defeated sigh.

When the beers and chips were set on our table, it felt like the final nail in the coffin.

“Why are you so quiet?” Kathleen asked. I could hear the familiar clink of glass as she popped open a bottle and poured the beer into her cup. “Do you want to drink?”

I shook my head, lips curving into a helpless smile. “No thanks. If I do, Lucien will definitely punish me for it.”

She clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Tch. That Alpha of yours is way too territorial. Such a killjoy.”

I chuckled softly. “It’s not like that. It’s just… my eyes. I don’t want to drink or eat anything unhealthy if I want my eyesight to recover faster.”

She went silent for a moment.

“…Right. I almost forgot,” she said quietly. “You act so normal–like there’s no difference between seeing and not seeing. It makes me forget sometimes. I’m sorry, Sca

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I shook my head and reached out, patting her shoulder the way I always did. “Don’t worry about it. If I weren’t injured/I’d be drinking myself unconscious right alongside you.”

She snorted, then suddenly downed an entire cup of beer in three heavy gulps before exhaling sharply.

“Damn it,” she muttered, grinding her teeth. “So much has happened. I thought we were finally done, but trouble just keeps crawling back to us. I wish they’d all just fuck off instead of ruining our peace.”

A soft laugh slipped from me. I signaled the bartender and asked for a cold juice instead. It arrived almost immediately and I wrapped my fingers around the glass, sipping it slowly while Kathleen continued drowning herself in alcohol beside me.

“Indeed.” I sighed softly. “If I don’t do something about it–especially now that they’ve set their sights on us–they’ll keep trampling on the peace we’ve fought so hard to protect.”

I still hadn’t received any reports from Coby regarding the Crescent Moon. That alone unsettled me. I would have to tell Lucien to keep a close watch on them for now–monitor every movement, every gossips, and if there is something going on in the pack which is the reason why Coby hasn’t sent me a letter or message yet–because in my current condition, I was powerless to do it myself.

I couldn’t see, couldn’t read, and would need to depend on someone to read important documents for me.

Maybe this was the goddess will for me to spend more time to bond with my child, our little one Archer. I’ll invite him later to start sleeping with us at night and have to learn to balance myself as the Luna of the Nightshade, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon, the mother of Archer and also Lucien’s wife.

I froze mid–thought when a small, broken sound escaped from beside me.

I snapped back to the present.

Right. Kathleen.

Right, I have to comfort Kathleen especially that she seemed to have something she wanted to say but couldn’t say and what she needs right now is emotional support.

I lifted my hand, letting it land accurately and gently on her back, patting her with practiced ease.

“What’s wrong?” I asked softly. “Did the beer taste like shit? Should I go complain to the bartender?”

I felt her shoulder trembled and between her soft sobs were chuckles. I raised my hand, my fingers gently wiped the tears that fell from her eyes.

“Don’t hold back your tears,” I said. “Just let it out. Anyway, no one knows us here and even if you cry heavily, they won’t care about it.”

As if I had touched the last thread she had been desperately clinging to–forcing herself not to break–Kathleen suddenly collapsed into tears, clutching onto me as her sobs tore free.

The sound pierced straight through my chest.

Kathleen crying.

She was never like this.

She was loud, fierce, unapologetically alive. The type who laughed easily, fought boldly, and found joy even in chaos. She didn’t crumble—she burned brightly.

And now she was shaking in my arms,

My heart went cold.

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Did Draco hurt her?

The thought alone made my blood freeze. That bastard–I had warned him. Warned him clearly. If he ever laid a hand on Kathleen, I would personally send him to the Moon Goddess and make sure he never saw her again.

My jaw tightened.

But I didn’t ask.

Not now.

Whatever she was carrying–it was already bleeding through wider.

her tears. Forcing her to explain would only fear the wound

So I swallowed the storm inside me and wrapped my arms around her instead, pulling her close and letting her bury herself against my shoulder. I patted her back gently, again and again, grounding her, staying with her.

“You know Lucien and I will always support you, right?” I whispered softly.

“If you’re facing anything–life, love, pain, money, anything–you can always come to us.”

My voice softened even more.

“We’re your family, Kathleen. And family is meant to protect each other. I don’t ever want to see our beautiful Kathleen cry like this.

I held her tighter, letting her tears soak into me–because if it meant easing her pain even a little, I would carry it all without complaint.

“Sca…” she called out in between cries.

I gently patted her hair. “Hm? What is it? I’ll listen whatever it is.”

“I…I had a miscarriage eight months ago.”

Her revelation made me freeze.

My jaw dropped. I tried opening my mouth to speak, only for me to close it again. I couldn’t find the right way to speak so I only held her tighter, pursing my lips as her whole body trembled.

“The child in my stomach was already three months–I…I didn’t find out about it because there was no difference in my body, my body didn’t get swollen either so I would train in the barracks, help the Alpha with the pack, and deal with the troubles to… it wasn’t until I found myself bleeding.”

She choked up. The hand around my waist tightened as she buried herself on my neck. “It was then both the Alpha and I had learned about it. That I got a miscarriage.”

My chest tightened.

“It’s been eight months,” she continued, her voice hoarse. “Eight months ago, and I still can’t stop thinking about it. I keep blaming myself for being careless. I’m sure Draco blamed me too-

Before she could finish, I cupped her cheeks and forced her to look at me.

“That’s not true,” I cut in firmly. “He wouldn’t blame you. And it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know.”

She shook her head, tears spilling freely. “The day of my miscarriage, I fell into depression. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t eat… everything, I felt dying and I watched him grow more anxious every day. I watched him shoulder the pack’s burden, then

come home and take care of me.”

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A bitter laugh escaped her lips. “He did that for eight tmonths–taking care of the pack, taking care of me. Until one day, saw him collapse”

Hey voice cracked completely. “That’s when I realized he was grieving too. Silently. He couldn’t eat, couldn’t rest, but he still forced himself to work… forced himself to stay strong for me.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “I couldn’t bear it anymore. I’m a coward, Sca. I cannot bear to hurt him anymore So I left

My heart sank.

“I signed the divorce papers and left them on our bed,” she whispered. “I thought… I thought it would be befter this way.

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