Get Back The Abandoned Luna (Scarlett and Alexander) novel Chapter 9

The night before Lucien’s arrival, my eyes fell on my wardrobe that looked like a bird’s nest. The silk, the lace, the dresses- were all scattered, and the culprit, Ruby, was clutching a tight, deep–V, crimson gown with shining eyes.

“This,” she declared, swinging it dramatically, “will have every pair of eyes glued to you.”

I rubbed my temples. “Ruby, I’m not trying to seduce the Alphas.”

“You’re trying to influence a man with a kingdom of wolves at his back,” she countered. “And trust me, men are stupid creatures. They follow the scent, not the speech.”

I almost laughed. If only it were that simple.

I walked past her, and my gaze landed on the sleeveless state–blue high–neck gown next to her. It caught my eye.

“This one,” I said.

Ruby squinted. “That screams leadership, not seductress.”

“I need Lucien to see me as the ruler of this pack–not Alexander’s abandoned mate.”

Her expression softened, respectful. She nodded. “Then that’s your dress.”

My thoughts drifted, uninvited, to the last time I saw Lucien.

Seven years ago, I was mischievous and a troublemaker when I was a kid. I love adventurous–and it happened that I saw him at the forest that time while I was secretly practicing with my wooden sword.

I thought like others, they would laugh at me like they always do when they saw my hunger to train like Alphas do–but he was different.

If I remembered it correctly, he even pointed and corrected my mistakes with holding the wooden sword.

He stayed with me until my posture was right and I got the training correctly. After that, he walked away.

Now, I needed that man to stand beside me. Not because I idolized him–but because I intended to overturn an empire built to destroy women like me.

I snapped back to reality when I heard Ruby’s question..

She lifted a velvet tray of perfumes. “Which scent?”

I walked over and picked up the glass bottle with the purple label–Nocturne. I’d designed it myself after my mother died. Wild iris and white pepper, with a hint of smoke. A perfect bottle of power.

“This.”

Ruby raised an eyebrow. “You sure? That stuff’s dangerous.”

“Yes.” I turned to the mirror, barely recognizing my own reflection. I looked strong. Determined. I want him to remember”

Then I turned to Ruby. I’d already put enough pressure on her today. “You look exhausted. You should rest. I don’t want you pushing yourself too hard.”

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Ruby hesitated. “I’m not. It’s my honor. No matter what happens, I’ll support you, Luna. You saved me. I owe you everything.”

I looked at her, my heart softening. “You don’t owe me anything. But thank you anyway.”

She smiled and glanced out the window. I stared into the mirror for a few more seconds, then reached behind me to undo my ponytail. The tightness in my spine finally eased. I collapsed onto the bed and forced myself to sleep.

But my mind wouldn’t settle.

Lucien was coming.

It had been seven years since I’d last seen him.

Morning sunlight shattered across my room. My phone buzzed.

‘Alexander and Faye are at the gate. He wants to greet Lucien first. It was from Coby.

Of course he did.

I typed back quickly. ‘Let him try. I’ll ruin his plan.

Before I changed, I walked to the window.

I threw off the covers and walked to the window. My breath caught.

Dozens of black vehicles were lined up along the driveway below. I watched as the car doors opened like the jaws of a beast, and several tall, sharply dressed men in suits stepped out. They surveyed the area like it already belonged to them. But one vehicle caught my attention more than the rest.

He stood in the middle, dressed in a charcoal gray suit, removing his glasses.

Lucien Nightshade.

Taller. Broader. A silhouette carved with precision and brutality. His charcoal suit fit like armor. His watch gleamed–one 1 recognized. An heirloom, gifted when he inherited his title. Proof of bloodline and burden.

When he removed his glasses, my breath stuttered.

His eyes were pale gray, almost silver. Unreadable. Uninterested. Untouched by warmth. Yet those eyes hit something in me.

I ducked behind the curtain instinctively–and hated myself for it.

Sixteen–year–old Scarlett would have melted, imagining slow–burn fantasies and romantic one. But that girl was buried with whatever innocence I lost the night Alexander put Faye in his bed.

I took a deep breath and snapped back when Ruby arrived just as I finished dressing.

She surveyed me from head to toe. The slate–blue gown, the blazer draped over my shoulders, heels that transformed posture into threat.

“You don’t look like a Luna,” she said.

“Good,” I answered. “I’m not a Luna today.”

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Chapter 9

We stepped outside.

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