Get Back The Abandoned Luna (Scarlett and Alexander) novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225

Chapter 225

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“You sure you don’t want to drink with us?” Kathleen asked as she shook the bottle of alcohol, showing it off me as if I would get tempted to drink it if she showed enough.

I rubbed my temples, watching as the two of them finished one case of alcohol without caring for anything. They even seemed like they were competing with each other about who drinks well enough.

“If I drink, who would watch the two of you?” I rolled my eyes, feeling helpless with these two.

Kathleen waved her hands, laughing. “The bartender?”

“As if.” I took the glass of juice and started sipping on it. “You’re not even broken so why do you look like you’re the one who got her heart broken?”

Kathleen, whose face was slightly red clearly the signs of getting drunk, chuckled as she continued drinking from the bottle.

“I’m just happy…” she said. “…but at the same time, sad that I can’t get pregnant again.”

I paused. “Who said you can’t?”

“The physician,” she pressed her lips together. “I asked her three days ago and she took a look at my condition. She said that there’s only one percent possibility of me getting pregnant.”

I sipped the juice. “One percent? That’s enough. You can just do it everyday with him and have his sperm spurted inside you-”

Before I could finish my words, she covered my mouth, her cheeks reddened as her eyes widened. “How could you say those words so easily!”

The corner of my lips raised. “Why embarrassed when you have been doing it with him? Besides, who would have thought you would get embarrassed by this now. Back then, I could remember you had no problem with this kind of topic.”

She took off her palm that was on my mouth as if she was scalded, glaring at me.

“I…I was just embarrassed for Nick!” She reasoned, pointing to Nick.

I chuckled, turning my head at Nick who was lost by his own world and couldn’t care less about us.

Although his face remained even much colder than before, looking like he wasn’t affected by the alcohol he drank, his ears and neck were red like tomatoes and his eyes were hazy.

It seemed that this was his first time drinking this much and this was the first time he allowed himself to get

careless.

I turned my gaze back at Kathleen and chuckled. “See? He wasn’t listening to us.”

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Kathleen clicked her tongue. “Right. Why should I be embarrassed? Anyway, you two have done it a lot with Lucien too.”

I paused and laughed. “Yeah, that’s why we had our mini version of ourselves–a combination of us that came from love.”

I watched as her face reddened, gritting her teeth as she glared at me. “I never realized that become this… straightforward. You’re not the Scarlett I know.”

I laughed and commented on it.

It wasn’t until she sighed. “Will it work?”

My brows furrowed. “What work?”

you

would

She pouted, lying her head on the table. “Doing it everyday and getting pregnant again. I want to see my kid again.”

I chuckled. I raised my hand, gently patting her head. “You would. Once you start caring about your health and stop drinking, he will come back.”

Hearing this, Kathleen nodded her head, her lips were pursed as tears slowly fell from her

eyes.

As expected, she was still affected by what the elders had said to her plus her longing to have a child.

I couldn’t help but sigh helplessly, getting worried about her.

“Right… as long as we try hard enough, our child will come back,” she murmured.

“That’s right. He will come back.” I softly uttered, patting her head as she slowly closed her eyes.

Watching as she had fallen asleep, my gaze fell on Nick who was on his own, drowning in alcohol.

“Do you want to talk to me?” I gently asked, couldn’t help but worry about him.

I’m not sure what Arnold’s reaction would be if he saw Nick drinking like there’s no tomorrow.

Besides, I wasn’t even expecting for this to happen either.

I should have known when Kathleen started shipping them–seeing them differently as if they were some kind of long lost lovers in different dimensions.

Did Lucien expect for this to happen when he started pairing them up whenever there’s something he would like for them to do?

I snapped back from my thoughts as Nick put his bottle that he had been drinking back on the table as he leaned on his chair, facing at me.

“What is there for me to talk about?” His voice was hoarse from drinking too much.

“About what you’re going to do.”

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He shook his head and closed his eyes. “I don’t have anything else to do. I will just continue to interact with him the same nor I have plans confessing what I felt towards him. This feels… wrong.”

My brows twitched. “What do you mean by you feeling it wrong?”

“Isn’t it weird for me to have these kinds of feelings toward my friend? If he knew about this, wouldn’t that be disrespectful and disgusting on his end?” Nick let out a brittle laugh, rubbing his face with his palm as if he could scrub the thoughts away.

“Why would it be disgusting?” I asked quietly.

“Because he’s my best friend,” he muttered. “And he’s a guy. An Alpha.” His voice dropped lower. “And I’m an Alpha too.”

I held his gaze. “So?”

He scoffed weakly. “You know how our world works. Alphas are meant to have Lunas. Arnold is bound to find his fated partner someday. A Luna. Someone destined for him.” His jaw clenched. “I’m not a Luna. I can’t give him that. An Alpha and Alpha relationship between men–it’s not… appropriate. I’ve never even heard of it happening.”

“That doesn’t mean it can’t,” I said.

He shook his head. “You don’t get it.” His voice cracked slightly. “I realized something recently. I don’t just want to be his friend.” He swallowed hard. “I don’t want to stand beside him as his Beta or whatever title fits. I want to be with him. As his partner.”

The confession hung heavy between us.

“I think…” he continued, staring at the floor, “I think I’ve felt this way from the very beginning. Even before our first real interaction. When I first saw him, something shifted. I wanted to know him. To be near him. I just didn’t know how to describe it back then. I convinced myself it was just admiration. Or friendship.”

“And now?”

“Now I know it’s not just that.” His hands curled into fists. “It’s more. It’s always been more.”

I softened my voice. “Nick, feelings don’t ask for permission from tradition. They don’t check ranks or titles before they settle in your chest.”

“But what’s the point?” he whispered. “He’ll meet his fated mate. And when that happens, what am I supposed to do? Stand there and congratulate him?”

“That’s a possibility,” I admitted gently. “But you’re torturing yourself over something that hasn’t even happened yet.”

He let out a shaky breath. “If I tell him, I could lose him.”

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