Get Back The Abandoned Luna (Scarlett and Alexander) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215 Poison and Antidote

Chapter 215 Poison and Antidote

Scarlett

“Who the fuck are you?!” Shera fashed out, taking out her daggers that were hidden from her body, her eyes were filled with killing intent. “You bitch, how dare you fool us!”

The corner of my lips raised as I couldn’t help but chuckle, looking at them ridiculously. “What? You don’t recognize me?”

I took off the cap, combing my bird nest hair, letting my scarlet hair down as ! used the sleeve of the clothes I’m wearing to wipe the charcoal I put in my face, cleaning it.

“You still don’t recognize me?” I chuckled. “After all, how could someone who doesn’t belong here recognize me? It seemed that you haven’t done your research well before coming here to my pack.”

As if realizing something, their eyes widened in disbelief.

“The Luna?!”

I waved my hand, smiling at them ‘softly. “It is I.”

Their expression immediately changed as they all took their weapons out.

“Perfect. The lord also wanted us to hand you to him,” Von licked his lower lips as his eyes glint, looking at me with killing intent as he shift to his wolf form, growling at me as if it couldn’t wait to pounce on me.

I’m sure that he was angry right now–his ego got hurt because I played with them right under my palms.

The three of them.

“I’ll fucking kill you bitch!” Lira shouted, her face was darkened from embrassment and anger. “The lord’s top priority is your child, so it doesn’t matter if we killed you or not!”

I chuckled, tilting my head as I looked at them innocently. “Go on and attack me, stop saying you’ll kill me. Instead, do it. You’re all talks.”

“To think that we, of all people, got played right under this bitch palms!” Shera gritted her teeth. “Just by thinking about it made me want to kill her!”

Without hesitation, Shera moved.

Fury distorting her pretty features as the whip in her hand cracked violently against the ground before snapping toward me with deadly precision.

The leather sliced through the air with a sharp hiss, aimed straight for my throat, but I merely tilted my head to the side, feeling the wind of it brush past my cheek. The next strike came faster, angrier, targeting my waist this time.

I stepped back lightly, the heel of my shoe gliding over stone as the whip struck the ground where I had just been standing, leaving behind a deep scar on the marble tiles.

She didn’t stop. Strike after strike followed in relentless succession, each one fueled by wounded pride rather than strategy. I watched the tension in her shoulders, the tightening of her grip, the slight delay before each swing. Her anger was loud. Predictable. Sloppy.

“Why are you just dodging?!” she shrieked, her voice cracking as she lashed out again. “Are you too weak to fight back? Where was your confidence earlier, huh?!”

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound almost affectionate.

“Weak?” I echoed, shifting my body just enough for the whip to miss my ribs by an inch. “And yet you three were played by the weak. If I’m weak, then you three are the dumbest fools I’ve ever met in my whole life.”

“You bitch! I’ll kill you! I’ll tear you to pieces!”

Her face flushed darker at that, humiliation burning hotter than rage. With a scream, she poured all her strength into her next attack, the whip cutting toward me with enough force to break bone.

Such a displayed pure raged without using her head to fight.

This is getting boring and I’m bored already. She’s too predictable.

This time, I didn’t move away.

I stepped forward.

Successfully unlocked!

My hand shot out and caught the whip mid–air. The impact bit into my palm, the leather burning against my skin, but my fingers tightened instead of loosened.

Chapter 215 Poison and Antidote

Shera’s eyes widened in disbelief as I gave the whip a sharp tug. Her body jerked forward violently, balance lost, boots scraping uselessly against the floor as she stumbled straight into me.

Before she could react, my hand closed around her throat.

One hand.

That was enough.

I lifted her off the ground as if she weighed nothing, her feet kicking in empty air while her hands clawed desperately at my wrist. Her face shifted from red to an alarming shade of purple, veins protruding at her temples as her breathing grew ragged and broken.

“SHERA! YOU BITCH! LET GO OF HER!”

Behind her, Lira acted.

Her daggers flashed silver under the light as she sent them flying toward me with practiced accuracy. I sensed the shift in air before I saw the blades. I tilted my head to the side, the first dagger grazing past my hair. I twisted my torso, the second narrowly missing my shoulder. The third came low, aimed for my thigh.

“Here! She’s yours!”

I pivoted, then without hesitation, hurled Shera’s struggling body straight toward Lira.

The collision was brutal.

Both of them slammed into the wall with a thunderous crash that shook dust from the ceiling. Cracks splintered outward like fractured glass, the stone behind them webbing from the force. Lira took the worst of the impact, her body absorbing Shera’s weight as her back hit the wall first.

A sharp cough tore from her throat, and blood splattered onto the floor in front of her. A deep growl reverberated behind me, vibrating through the air.

Von.

He had already shifted.

His wolf form was massive, muscles rippling beneath thick gray fur as he lunged toward me with claws extended. His speed was impressive, his reflexes honed from countless hunts. His paw swiped toward my back, claws slicing through the fabric of my borrowed servant uniform but missing flesh by a breath.

I spun on my heel, narrowly avoiding his snapping jaws as they closed where my arm had been seconds before. He moved with ferocity, circling, looking for an opening, his body low and ready to spring.

He charged again, faster this time, claws aimed for my abdomen.

Instead of retreating, I stepped into him.

My fist collided with his snout with a solid crack, the impact snapping his head sideways. A pained yelp escaped him before it turned into a snarl.

“That,” I said calmly, shaking out my hand, “is for touching me earlier.”

He roared and lunged again, driven now by humiliation more than calculation. I shifted sideways, grabbed onto the thick fur along his neck for leverage, and drove my knee hard into his stomach. The force knocked the air out of him, his massive body folding slightly from the blow.

“And that,” I added coldly, “is for targeting my child.”

Before he could regain his footing, I gripped his muzzle firmly with both hands, fingers pressing into the bone beneath fur and flesh. He thrashed violently, claws scraping against the ground as he tried to overpower me with sheer weight.

He failed.

With a sharp exhale, I tightened my hold and lifted.

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