Get Back The Abandoned Luna (Scarlett and Alexander) novel Chapter 210

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Chapter 210 A Mother’s Worry

Chapter 210 A Mother’s Worry

Scarlett

“Did training with those musoleheads affect your brain?” Kane asked flatly, a visible shiver running down his spine as if the mere thought offended him “You should get it cleansed.”

Kathleen’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me?!”

He continued, unfazed. “Extended exposure to excessive biceps and low intellect may cause irreversible damage.” Her eye twitched.

“I’ll tell Garrick and the others,” she threatened, pointing at him accusingly. “I’ll let them beat you until you can’t even spell assassination‘ properly!”

Before their small exchange could escalate into an actual fight, I stepped between them.

“How have you been, Kath?” I asked softly, taking her wrist and gently pulling her into my arms. I wrapped her in a hug, firm and warm. “You’ve worked hard taking care of the pack, allowing us to move freely–to fight, to hunt down threats without worrying about what’s happening here. Thank you.”

Her attention shifted instantly. The sharpness in her expression melted as she wrapped her arms around my waist, burying her face briefly against my shoulder.

“It was nothing,” she muttered, though I could hear the quiet pride beneath it. “And besides, you and my brother would rather be out there–attacking, adventuring, crushing enemies. Handling documents, councils, registrations, negotiations… She waved a hand dismissively. “That’s nothing to me.” She pulled back slightly, looking at me with a small grin. “I’m part of the Nightshade too, am I not? It’s only natural I carry my share.”

My chest tightened–not from worry this time, but from gratitude.

She wasn’t forcing that smile anymore.

She wasn’t pretending.

She was standing tall, choosing to be here.

And that meant more than she probably realized.

It seems that what happened eight days ago or more, after we had a heart–to–heart talk with each other left her to think further and allowed herself to breathe.

Not to escape.

But to heal.

And she’s doing well, slowly.

As for the matters regarding Draco, that would be up to her and I trust her to handle it especially that she’s slowly regaining herself and I’m sure she’s clear–headed now.

The corner of my lips couldn’t help but be raised. “I’m glad to hear that. We’re glad you’re here.”

She chuckled, flipping her hair. “Damn right! It’s good to be back!”

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After she said that, she looked at Kane, sneering at him before she walked towards the bed where Archer and Claude were.

My gaze fell on Archer who was naturally holding Claude’s hands while looking at his aunt Kathleen without leaving his gaze on him.

Kathleen also stared at him, sitting on the edge of the bed as she reached out, patting his head. “Can’t recognize your aunt anymore? You’re making me sad.”

Archer shook his head. “It wasn’t like that, aunt. I was just staring you.”

Although I know the reason for him to raise his guard and stare at her–every movements of her, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

I hope Kaya would be able to find the remaining traitors hiding in my pack, otherwise I cannot rest assured to get out of this room along with my children.

I don’t want to leave them alone nor leave them out of my sight either.

It has been two times ever since those kidnappings had happened under our noses, I cannot make it to three times. I’d rather have them deal with me than harm my children.

These children are under my wing, if they want to get them–they have to get through me.

Chapter 210 A Mother’s Worry

I cannot let down my guard even for a second, ‘cause every time I did, another trouble would come to mess with my people.

Hm,1 know Kathleen softly agreed. “Is Archer doing well these days?”

Archer shook his head. “Claude has been hurt for protecting me.”

I pressed my lips together.

Archer looked at her. “If I would be able to manifest my wolf, would I become stronger?”

Kathleen didn’t directly, instead, she asked another question. “How strong do you want to become?”

“Enough to protect my family, the people I love, and the people that my family loves.” He softly answered that made my heart ached.

If only… if only I was able to protect him, to shield him from the storms, and was able to handle the matters regarding about the Monteros who were hunting us for some reasons… would Archer not mature easily and remain carefree like the children outside who acted on their age?

He was still too young to carry thoughts like that.

Too young to think about enemies. About betrayal. About standing his ground in a world that devoured the weak without hesitation.

And yet… this was the world he was born into.

A world of constant pack wars. Of rogues lurking in the shadows. Of blood spilled over territory and pride. Of enemies who smiled during the day and sharpened their blades at night.

If I kept shielding him from all of it–if I stood in front of every blade, every hardship, every ugly truth–then how would he ever learn to stand on his own?

How would he learn to rise when we were no longer there to catch him?

But I am his mother.

And the instinct to protect him claws louder than reason.

All I want is for him to grow up healthy. Kind. Loved. Carefree. To laugh without watching over his shoulder. To run without calculating escape routes. To sleep without guarding someone else’s back.

As long as Lucien and I are alive, we would take every burden for him. We would fight every war. Crush every threat. If he chooses not to inherit the pack, then so be it–we would continue ruling, continue guarding Nightshade until the world is stable enough that he never has to lift a sword.

But if we carry everything for him…

Will he ever learn to carry himself?

That is the cruel balance of parenthood in a world like ours.

Teach him to be strong… without stealing his innocence.

Prepare him for suffering… without being the cause of it.

And yet-

Watching him suffer, even a little, feels like someone is tearing at my heart.

He is too young.

Too precious.

No matter how powerful I am–Alpha of three packs, feared by neighboring lands–none of it matters when it comes to my

child.

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