Get Back The Abandoned Luna (Scarlett and Alexander) novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Scarlett’s POV

The warmth of the bathwater should have been relaxing–it should have been the kind of heat that melted away tension. easing my sore muscles after days of stress and endless calculations for the proposal. But for some reason, it felt heavy instead–too heavy–pressing against my skin like an invisible weight.

I was trembling, my breath shallow, my head leaned back on the edge of the bathtub.

Then without warning, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped the side of my neck, making me hiss in pain.

I gasped, my body flinched automatically, and my balance shifted. My hand slipped away from the porcelain.

The next thing I knew, I was sucked deeper into the water.

Fuck. How unlucky could I be?

At first, I thought I could push myself up. But my limbs felt sluggish–was it because I drank too much whiskey this time? The water around me had thickened into something syrupy, and my heart began to pound in panic.

I tried to kick, to force my upper body back above the surface, but my muscles refused to cooperate. The air left my lungs in a stream of bubbles, and cold realization began to hit me–I couldn’t breathe.

Was this how it ended?

Ahh… I was so tired.

It was funny that I was about to drown in my own bath. If Faye knew this, she would probably laugh so hard she’d ascend to the sky.

For some reason, a vague memory flashed before my eyes. From childhood to adulthood.

From where I met Alexander to how I ended up here with Lucien.

Right.

Lucien.

The thought stabbed unexpectedly, and I hated that his name was even there, tangled in my mind even on the brink of death.

Since when did he start occupying my thoughts?

My vision tunneled as the pain clawed at me, and suddenly, memories came rushing–this time, sharp, vivid, and unstoppable.

I was younger then, naive, and still foolish enough to believe that loyalty and love could shield me from the storms of the world–after all, it was what I’d seen through my parents, who had vowed to be together, and who had me.

I remembered the first time I saw Alexander.

It had been during a rare inter–pack gathering, hosted by the Crescent Moon Pack. The moonlight that night had been silver, spilling across the clearing like an omen. My father stood beside me, arms folded, his wolf energy radiating caution.

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“That’s Alexander,” he said, his tone flat. “He will be the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack soon. He’s playful by nature on its best if you two don’t meet.”

I frowned, glancing at the tall, broad–shouldered man across the firepit. His presence drew attention without him trying confident, sharp–eyed, his smile edged playfully.

“Why?” I asked, too curious for my own good.

“Because he’s trouble. He takes what he wants. My father’s gaze hardened. And you… I’m afraid that you mi you charmed by him too.”

But I was stubborn. I just rolled my eyes at that conversation and thought to myself that there’s no way I’d fall for him, and 1 wanted to show my father that too, to prove I was different from others.

I even told him at that time that he was too overbearing and too suspicious of others. However, because of his words, it became a challenge for me, one I wanted to take on.

Later that night, Alexander caught me wandering near the edge of the woods.

“You don’t belong here,” he said, his voice smooth and rich like honey laced with venom.

That time, I took a good look at him to see how handsome this person was to make my father worry I’d be charmed by him

“Neither do you,” I replied, folding my arms.

He smiled then–slow, deliberate, as though amused I hadn’t bowed my head or shown him the flattering expressions others did. “Maybe not. But I make any place mine.”

He was arrogant. But I couldn’t look away–curious about the man my father had warned me about.

The more you’re curious about someone, the more you find yourself looking at them.

The memory shifted, blurring into the day my life shattered. My mother had been sick for months, her wolf growing weaker until she finally faded into the arms of the Moon Goddess. My father, devastated, threw himself into protecting our pack- but grief was a predator.

It stalked him until one night, during a rogue attack, he faltered. His wolf took a fatal blow.

I could still hear the crack of bones, the final cry that ripped from his throat before silence swallowed everything.

I was barely standing then–couldn’t even process the death of my father–when Alexander appeared through the chaos. His presence was like a wall between me and destruction.

He reached out, catching me before I could collapse.

“Scarlett, you’re safe now,” he said. His voice was steady, and for that moment, I believed him completely.

I swore then–swore with everything in me–that I would repay him. That I would help his pack, help him become the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, devote myself to him, and rise to become the strongest in the region.

And I did… because I trusted him.

I can’t deny that I became dependent on him the moment my father left, along with my mother. He was the only person I’d known, and he had saved me, so from then on, I followed him and did whatever he wanted–whatever made him happy.

Every waking moment was dedicated to the Crescent Moon Pack’s growth. I learned everything–negotiation, trade routes, alliance agreements. I stood beside Alexander in council meetings, absorbing every detail.

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I endured long nights and sleepless days, mending disputes, brokering deals, and securing the resources that brought our warriors new weapons and our healers better supplies.

And slowly, we became what I had dreamed–a force no other pack wanted to challenge.

I thought… I truly thought that once our future was secure, we could begin building our family. I imagined little feet running through the Alpha’s house, a pup or two with Alexander’s dark hair and my eyes.

But everything changed.

He brought someone else.

A mistress.

Faye.

The one he couldn’t let go of.

That was when I began to question my worth, my sacrifices, everything.

The pillar I had tried to build all crumbled in an instant.

Was his promise, his sweet words, all lies?

He paraded her into our home as though she’d always belonged there. And I—who had given my heart, my loyalty, my very ife to him–was left standing in the shadow of the woman who stole what I thought was mine.

Was it really mine to begin with?

My father… what he said was really true. My life would get ruined if I met him.

Hah. What a joke.

The bitterness surged through me now, mingling with the sting of water in my lungs. My body screamed for air, but my mind was too busy sneering at the ghosts of my past.

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