Get Back The Abandoned Luna (Scarlett and Alexander) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Scarlett’s POV

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I spent the whole night tossing in bed, thinking about how much Alexander had cost me. Talking to Kathleen had lifted something off my chest. Not everything–not the crushing weight of heartbreak, betrayal, and isolation–but enough. Enough to breathe again. Enough to remember who I had been before I let love blindfold me and lead me off a cliff. It sparked hope in my chest, and I desperately clung to it.

I was still the Luna of this pack, whether Faye wanted it or not. It didn’t matter if she had Alexander wrapped around her finger or if they both thought they could erase me by imprisoning me in my quarters.

I barely got any sleep that night, and now I was up early, even before Ruby. I sat up slowly in bed, my thoughts spiraling out of control, and realized I’d made a mistake far greater than falling in love.

I had forgotten who I was.

I forgot the girl who trained longer, fought harder, and stood straighter in council meetings just to be taken seriously. I forgo: the wolf who had howled under blood moons and stood defiant against older, stronger males. I forgot the woman I had been before Alexander’s pretty words and burning blue eyes melted the edges of my resolve.

I had forgotten my friends. Myself.

And Alexander? He never forgot who he was. He took everything I had given and gave back only control.

But no more. Now, I would wait. Kathleen had promised to speak to her brother on my behalf. Until then, I needed to keep my head low, my mouth shut, and my hands steady.

The day dragged on too slowly for my liking. I finally got out of bed after Ruby brought me breakfast. I had no appetite for food; I had too many things going on in my head. She didn’t speak much, only giving me a look that said she understood without prying. I appreciated her more than words could ever say. My stomach churned. Eating felt like admitting I belonged here.

“Eat, Luna,” Ruby said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You’ll need strength. You don’t win wars on an empty

stomach.

I looked up at her and saw not just my maid but my sister–in–arms. I picked up the fork and forced down a bite. It tasted like ash, but I swallowed it anyway.

“I hate him,” I whispered.

“I know,” she said gently.

I didn’t expect the sound of boots.

My spine went rigid as I heard the door open behind me, a gust of crisp morning air sweeping into the room. Then the scent of spice, cedar, and that faint undertone of something uniquely his wrapped around me like poison–laced honey

Alexander was here.

I didn’t turn around at first. My hands curled into fists. The audacity to walk in here and act like everything was fine was jarring.

“Scarlett,” he said, his voice deceptively warm. I hated how my name sounded on his tongue, as if he still had the right. I hated even more how his voice made me feel.

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turned slowly, gaze narrowing, ready to meet him with cold silence. But he was holding a bouquet of peonies–my avorite. My breath caught in my throat. What the hell was he trying to do? I caught sight of Ruby slipping out of the room o give us privacy.

I saw these and immediately thought of you,” he murmured, stepping closer. “I had them brought in from the southern gardens.”

didn’t take them. What use would they be to me anyway?

He moved closer to where I was seated and took the seat next to me. The intensity of his scent was invading my space; he new it too, judging by the soft smirk on his face. He leaned in anyway, and before I could stop him, his lips brushed against

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The bond snapped to life between us, as powerful and overwhelming as ever. My body betrayed me–every nerve lit up, very memory of the way he used to hold me came rushing back. My lips almost moved to meet his, and memories of his etrayal slipped far from my mind.

Then his phone rang.

He pulled back, sighing, and checked the screen.

That’s when reality punched me in the face.

aye.

saw her name flash in bold across the screen.

My chest tightened. I shoved the bouquet into his chest and moved back, my voice cold and clear. “You have the mother of our child to worry about. Why are you here?”

His brows furrowed. “Scarlett, stop.”

You kissed me, knowing you got her pregnant. What kind of monster are you?”

Stop being dramatic.”

Dramatic?

You’ve locked me up in a corner of this palace like I’m diseased. You confiscated my devices, cut me off from everyone 1 care about, and now you dare call me dramatic?”

He sighed like I was a nuisance. “I didn’t come here to fight. I want us to talk this out like adults.”

‘No, you came here to manipulate me into silence. Again.”

His eyes hardened. “You’re my Luna.”

“Then treat me like one,” I snapped. “Or better yet, strip me of the title and let me go.”

He didn’t respond to that. He never did.

“You think punishing me will break me,” I added, stepping closer. “But you forget that I was raised in the Winter Pack. We don’t break. We freeze and come back sharper.”

He laughed bitterly. “This is why I didn’t choose you.”

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Chapter 6

There it was. The final blow–and the truth. I had just been a placeholder for his true love.

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