133. Still a Luna

|| Lilac's POV || Elias and Alexander exchanged polite handshakes, their conversation stiff and formal. Astrid and Elara arrived shortly after, their laughter cutting through the tension like a knife. “Sorry we’re late,” Astrid said, her cheeks flushed from the cold. “Look at you,” Elara teased, pulling me into a hug. “You’ve forgotten all about us after finding your mate. No texts, no calls, no meetups.” “A lot’s been happening,” I said, my smile strained. “And you need to tell us the entire story,” Astrid giggled, linking her arm with mine. We walked into the restaurant, the memories hitting me like a tidal wave. The server recognized me immediately, bowing slightly as we passed. Her eyes lingered on me, filled with a quiet respect that made my chest ache. She acted as if I were still their Luna—his Luna. As we sat down, the weight of it all pressed down on me, suffocating and inescapable. The past and the present collided, leaving me caught in the middle, torn between what was and w