Get Back The Abandoned Luna (Scarlett and Alexander) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Scarlett’s POV

The crisp air from our ride still lingered in my lungs, and my pulse had finally steadied. I couldn’t deny that Kathleen’s for some fresh air to clear my mind had indeed worked. The gallop through the ridge had cleared the clouded thought my head in a way nothing else could.

The wind had stolen away the lingering bitterness from last night–the thoughts about the proposal, the bill, the worrie about Faye who had messed with my head–all of it had vanished. It was as though I had been enlightened

Although the problems were still in the process of being solved, I still felt relieved. The weight on my chest had been lis

I was brushing down my horse when I heard deliberate footsteps–as if the owner of those feet wanted me to know he coming.

Lucien’s presence seemed to fill the stable before I even looked up.

‘You’re back,” I said, keeping my focus on the horse’s mane.

I could feel his gaze on me, lingering longer than it should have. “Why are you ignoring me right now?”

I paused and raised my brows. I looked at him and before I could respond, I saw him smirk. “Now you’re looking at me

Damn it.

What are you doing here? Did Kathleen tell you that something’s wrong with me again?” I said, crossing my arms and olling my eyes at him.

You make it sound like I paid her to watch over you like a CCTV camera and report everything that’s happening yo aid, helping me stand up.

took his hand and pulled myself up. I sneered at him. “Weren’t you?”

Lucien chuckled. “Kathleen’s just worried about you, and if there are things beyond her abilities, she would come and tell ne. Though there are times I called her for information about you–she’s tight–lipped.”

Of course I know that,” I said with a proud smirk.

After all, I had been friends with her for decades now, and she’s the only friend I could completely trust She won nitch–even to her brother.

However, that woman would only tell her brother if there’s really something wrong with me–like last night.

Even so, I was deeply grateful for her presence. I treasured her very much.

So, what’s up?” I asked before he could speak.

‘We need to confirm the final terms of the bill he said, his tone sharper this time Now

I paused. Right. The bill.

I looked him in the eyes. ‘Do you think I’m ready for it

“I

I know you’re ready–we are ready, he replied. “The data is sold. The testimonies are strong. There’s nothing left sa pick apart. It’s better to strike while the Iron’s hot–before Alexander and Faye can do something against it.

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Kathleen, who had just arrived and was leaning on the stall door, had heard our conversation and commented, “Well, I gue my timing is bad again. I should leave you two lovebirds to do your paperwork.

I gave her a sharp glare. “You need to clear your mind. It’s full of webs

“Kathleen,” Lucien also called, clapping his forehead at his sister.

Kathleen chuckled and raised both her hands in surrender. “Chill, chill. I didn’t mean to barge in without warning. I’d beste be sure to knock next time–lest I discover something again.”

“Out,” Lucien said flatly, though there was an edge of amusement beneath his tone.

She laughed on her way out, tossing me a wink over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’ll pass the bill and when it passes–you two should plan your honeymoon soon.”

I let out a helpless sigh. “She’s mischievous.”

‘Indeed she is,” he agreed, stepping closer. His scent–cedar and sandalwood–hit me all over again, making my stomach flip. “Now, about Amanda…”

I raised a brow. “She’s been raising too much trouble lately. Now, what about her this time?”

“Despite her attitude, she’s influential. It would be better to get on her good side, but it’s already too late now,” he said

I blinked, caught off guard. “Indeed, but I can’t take back the words I’ve said to her nor regret my actions either. I can’t just her run over me–and my people.”

‘I know that. I won’t let her bully you either. I’m just reminding you–having more influential people on our side would be better,” he calmly stated.

I nodded. “We’ll plan for that, but for now, what’s the report?”

‘I brought up the records you mentioned–about Omega growth, the training progress, the economic contribune other key members of the pack have reviewed them and your points are effective.”

‘Really?” I looked at him with a smile this time.

He gave a short nod. “Yes, you’ve managed to shift opinions without even realizing it. Our borders are more secure than they’ve been in years, and our economy… well, the numbers speak for themselves.”

A warmth spread through me, pride mixing with disbelief. “I-“I hesitated, Aoking down for a moment I feel honored…. that they are willing to listen and trust me.”

“You’ve earned it,” he said, watching me with that steady intensity that made it hard to hold his gaze for too long

I cleared

my

throat and gestured toward the packhouse. “Shall we take this to the study?”

He went first, and I came next, my boots clicking across the polished floor. As soon as we entered the study, the tone changed. The room held a parchment–wrinkled, inky smell, and I thought of all the effort we had put in just so this bill would pass.

Lucien shut the door behind us, and I heard the sound of it closing more clearly than it should have been.

“Read it again,” he instructed, pushing the document toward me.

I scanned each section, my fingers brushing over the inked lines. The rights proposal was exactly what we’d fought for–fair labor opportunities for Omegas, educational programs, and official recognition of their contributions to the pack.

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When I finished scanning it, reading it word by word to make sure I hadn’t missed anything or left any errors, I looked up at him. “No issues.”

“Good,” he replied, his mouth twitching into the faintest smirk. “Because I’m calling the council now.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.” He picked up the phone and dialed without hesitation, his movements sharp and efficient. “This is Lucien Nightshade. I’m submitting the rights proposal for council review.”

I watched him as he spoke, every word precise, his voice authoritative. After he hung up, he turned back to me with an intense gaze, one that burned with determination.

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