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CHAPTER 11: Aftermath
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2026-03-19 21:28:29
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The Rejected Luna's Second Chance CHAPTER 40: Gifted Child
Selena's POVI wake up on a cot next to the fire.The hut feels cozy, with its walls lined with dried herbs and the air filled with smoke and a floral scent. Damian is beside me, holding my hand, looking worried. Maya is by the window, keeping an eye on the village.The old woman is at the hearth, stirring something in a clay pot. She glances over when she sees I’m moving.“You’ve been asleep for a day.”I try to push myself up. My body feels heavy; my head is thick. “A day?”“The gift takes a lot from you when it first awakens.” She hands me a cup of tea that’s bitter and sharp. “You poured everything into your father’s grave. It’s a miracle you didn’t burn out.”Taking the tea, I let the warmth seep into my hands. My father’s grave. The stones, the flowers, and the warmth that eventually faded into darkness.“What’s your name?” I ask her.She settles across from me, hands folded. “Lucy. I was your grandmother’s apprentice before she passed away.”I look at her—her white hair, lined
The Rejected Luna's Second Chance CHAPTER 39: The Hidden Grave
Selena's POV~I wake up before the sun rises.Damian is still sleeping next to me, his arm resting across my waist, his breathing calm and steady. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to wake him. We’re heading to the mountains today, and I’m not sure when we’ll have another morning like this—quiet, safe, and together.I take a moment to watch his face in the dim light. The scar over his eyebrow, the strong line of his jaw, the way his lips part slightly as he breathes. He looks younger like this, less like the Savage Alpha I know and more like the man who held me all the time.I put my hand over my chest. I can feel the warmth there, steady and waiting. It’s my mother’s gift, my father’s blood—a truth that lies ahead in the mountains.I carefully slide out of bed, trying not to disturb him. He stirs a little, reaching for me. I gently kiss his forehead and whisper, “Sleep.”And he does.---Outside, the construction site is peaceful. The new pack house is rising against the sky, nearly
The Rejected Luna's Second Chance CHAPTER 38: Marcus's Truth
Selena's POV~I can’t sleep.The letter's tucked in my jacket, pressed against my heart. No need to read it again—I know every word by heart. You were the best thing I ever did. His blood runs in you. You are not alone.I sit by the window, watching the sky brighten, letting her voice sink in deep. She wrote it with the understanding that she wouldn’t be around much longer. I imagine her sitting at this same spot, pen in hand, saying goodbye—not to a daughter she’d see again, but to a girl she’d never have the chance to watch grow up.Be brave, my love.I press my hand to my chest, feeling the warmth there—her gift, her blood, her essence.“I’m trying,” I whisper. “I’m really trying to be brave.”---Marcus shows up at dawn.Two council wolves bring him out of a dark SUV. His hands are tied, and he looks gray and worn out. He seems smaller and older than I remember, this man who poisoned my mother, who spent three decades running away from his past, and finally turned himself in to of
The Rejected Luna's Second Chance CHAPTER 37: Mother's Box
Selena's POV~The gate creaks open, revealing a path to the front door overrun with weeds, the steps rotting, paint peeling away. I’ve been here before, just a few weeks back when Damian and I searched for my mother’s letter. That was a hunt for evidence. This time, I’m searching for her face.Damian squeezes my hand. “You don’t have to go in.”“I have to,” I reply, stepping onto the porch. The wood groans under my weight. Maya trails closely behind, her silence heavier than any words.The door is stuck. I push against it, and it springs open with a loud screech of rusted hinges. Inside, dust hangs thick in the air, almost tangible. The furniture still remains—the table where we used to eat, the chair where she read, and the couch where she comforted me when I was sick. It’s like a gallery of ghosts. Everywhere.Maya strides over to the window and moves the curtain aside. Dust swirls into the air. “It’s been empty for ages.”“Eleven years,” I mutter as I walk toward the back room, my
The Rejected Luna's Second Chance CHAPTER 36: Her Dream
Selena's POV~Here I am, standing in a field.The grass is tall, glowing gold in the sunset, swaying like waves. I’ve never set foot in this place before, but it feels so familiar, like somewhere I’ve been longing to discover.In the middle of the field, a woman stands with her back to me. Her hair flows freely, hands moving gently through the grass. She’s humming something soft, a tune I can almost recall.“Mom.”She turns around.Her face is just out of reach—like trying to see through water, like grasping at smoke. But I know it’s her. I recognize the shape of her shoulders, the way she holds her hands, the rhythm of her breath. Yet, her face remains a blur.“Selena.” Her voice is warm, familiar. “You made it.”I try to step closer, but the grass wraps around my feet, keeping me in place. “I can’t see you. I can’t—I’m forgetting what you look like.”She smiles. I can feel it, even if I can’t see it. “You never forget. It’s in your bones. In your hands.”“I’m losing you.”“No,” she
The Rejected Luna's Second Chance CHAPTER 35: Struggle Of Gift
Selena's POV~When I wake up, the warmth is still there, nestled in my chest like a sleeping creature. I press my hand to my ribs, feeling it pulse once before it settles down again.Greta told me that healers with this kind of gift usually burn out by the time they hit thirty. She said I need to get a handle on it.I need to start today.---The medical tent is quiet when I find Greta. She's sorting through some herbs while her granddaughter is busy playing with stones at her feet. When I walk in, she looks up at me, a knowing glint in her eyes."You should still be resting.""I've rested enough," I reply, sitting down across from her. "Teach me what you know."She studies me for a long moment. "I'm not a master of this gift, Selena. I picked up what I could from watching Lena and the old stories, but I've never had the gift myself.""Then teach me whatever you can. Anything."She lets out a sigh and sets the herbs aside. "The gift isn’t about forcing it. It’s about inviting it in. T
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