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Chapter 212: Welcome Home

ผู้เขียน: Zerath
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Selena's POV

The SUV's headlights cut through the pre-dawn darkness as Damian drives along the winding forest road.

Mary sits in the back seat with Zeo curled in her lap, the little girl finally asleep after hours of crying. Her tiny face is peaceful now, her fingers still clutching Mary's dress as if afraid to let go. Mary strokes her hair, her own eyes red and swollen, but there's a softness in her expression I haven't seen before. Relief. Exhausted, fragile reli

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  • The Rejected Luna's Second Chance    Chapter 212: Welcome Home

    Selena's POVThe SUV's headlights cut through the pre-dawn darkness as Damian drives along the winding forest road.Mary sits in the back seat with Zeo curled in her lap, the little girl finally asleep after hours of crying. Her tiny face is peaceful now, her fingers still clutching Mary's dress as if afraid to let go. Mary strokes her hair, her own eyes red and swollen, but there's a softness in her expression I haven't seen before. Relief. Exhausted, fragile relief.Damian's phone buzzes in the center console. He glances at the screen, then at me. "Basil. He says the route is clear. No patrols, no questions."I nod, my eyes drifting to the side mirror. Behind us, two more black SUVs follow at a distance—Basil's warriors, their faces hidden in shadow.---We reach the pack house just before dawn.The security gate slides open automatically as Damian presses his key fob, the sensors recognizing our vehicle. Guards

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    Walter's POVPain.It blooms through my side like fire, hot and relentless, as I crash through the underbrush. Branches tear at my cloak. Roots snag my boots. The forest is a blur of shadow and silver, and for the first time in years, I am running not as the hunter but as the hunted.My breath comes in ragged gasps. Blood soaks through my cloths and cloak, warm and sticky against my skin.The wound isn't deep—a glancing blow from one of those masked bastards—but it's enough. Enough to slow me. Enough to remind me that I am not invincible.I burst through the hidden entrance of the penthouse, slamming the heavy door behind me, and collapse against it. The world spins. I press my hand to my side, feeling the blood pulse between my fingers, and force myself to breathe. In. Out. In. Out.The penthouse is quiet, lit by the soft glow of wall sconces. Marble floors. Crystal chandeliers. Art on every wall. My sanctuary. My fortress. But tonight, it feels like a cage.Footsteps. Two of them, h

  • The Rejected Luna's Second Chance   Chapter 210: The Name of A Monster

    Selena's POVThe safe house at the border is small and dimly lit, but it's secure—one of Basil's hidden outposts, far from the prying eyes of Ironhold. The walls are thick stone, the windows boarded, the only entrance guarded by two of Basil's most trusted warriors. Inside, the air is heavy with the scent of tears and relief and a grief so profound it feels like a living thing.Mary and Zeo are on the floor, wrapped around each other so tightly they might never let go. They've been crying for twenty minutes, their sobs echoing off the stone walls, their bodies shaking with the force of their reunion. I stand in the corner, my hand pressed to my mouth, tears streaming down my own face. Basil is beside me, his weathered face wet, his massive frame is steady."My baby," Mary keeps whispering, over and over, like a prayer. "My baby, my baby, my baby."Zeo is crying too, her small face buried in her mother's neck, her little fingers clutchi

  • The Rejected Luna's Second Chance   Chapter 209: The Watchtower

    Damian's POVThe old watchtower rises against the darkening sky like a broken tooth, its stone walls crumbling, its wooden beams weathered by decades of wind and rain.We've surrounded it in silence, our faces hidden behind dark masks, our bodies pressed low to the forest floor. Basil's warriors are positioned along the perimeter, hidden in the shadows of ancient trees. Selena and I lie closest to the tower's entrance, our breathing synchronized, our hearts pounding in our chests.Greta's mixture is heavy on our skin—a paste of crushed herbs and animal musk that makes us smell like the forest itself. Sage and cedar, stag musk and blackthorn root, blended together so completely that even I can't detect my own scent beneath it. The Collector's men won't sense us. They won't know we're here until it's too late.Beside me, Selena is motionless, her eyes fixed on the tower door. I can feel her tension, her fear, her desperate hope. We've planned this operation down to the last detail, but

  • The Rejected Luna's Second Chance   Chapter 208: The Breaking Point

    Damian's POVThe tension in our chamber is suffocating. Selena paces by the window, her arms wrapped around herself, her brow furrowed in thought. I sit on the edge of the bed, my elbows on my knees, my head in my hands. The rescue plan is a fragile thing, held together by hope and desperation. We need allies. We need more warriors. But trust is a currency we can't afford to spend.The door bursts open without a knock.Basil stands in the doorway, his chest heaving, his eyes wild. The usually Delta looks like a man possessed—his face flushed, his fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight with barely contained emotion. For a moment, no one speaks. Then he steps into the room and closes the door behind him with a force that rattles the hinges."What is going on?" he demands, his voice rough. "And don't tell me ‘nothing.’ I'm done with the lies. I'm done with the silence. Something is wrong in Ironhold, and nobody will tell m

  • The Rejected Luna's Second Chance   Chapter 207: Desperate Request

    Selena's POVThe room is thick with tension as we gather around the small table in Mary's quarters. The phone sits in the center, black and ordinary, yet it might as well be a live grenade for all the danger it represents.Damian stands by the door, his arms crossed, his face carved from stone. Greta sits beside Mary, her weathered hand resting on the maid's trembling fingers. I pace near the window, my heart pounding against my ribs.We've spent the morning coaching Mary. What to say. How to say it. The right balance of fear and desperation to convince the Collector that she's on the verge of breaking. We rehearsed the script a dozen times until the words felt natural on her tongue. She was ready.But now, looking at her face—pale, haunted, her eyes red from tears she hasn't shed yet—I realize that none of this is an act. Mary isn't playing a role. She's living a nightmare, and we're asking her to dive deeper into it."Re

  • The Rejected Luna's Second Chance   CHAPTER 2: Run for life

    I don't remember leaving the pack grounds.One minute I'm on that platform, choking on my own vomit, and the next I'm in my room with my dad shoving clothes into a bag. My hands still won't stop shaking. My whole body shakes. It's like the rejection burned through everything—muscles, bones, the par

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    My hands won't stop shaking.I press them flat against my thighs, but the tremors just move up my arms. The white dress my mom wore thirty years ago feels too tight around my ribs, or maybe that's just my lungs forgetting how to work."You'll ruin it." My dad's voice comes from behind me. Soft. Car

  • The Rejected Luna's Second Chance   CHAPTER 5: Healing Garden

    I wake up to sunlight and the smell of something cooking.For a second, I forget where I am. Think I'm back home, in my tiny room, with Dad making breakfast downstairs. Then I see the white walls, the unfamiliar ceiling, the fireplace with cold ash in it.Right. Silvermoon. Damian's house. Not dead

  • The Rejected Luna's Second Chance   CHAPTER 4: Confrontation

    I can't breathe.Caden stands in the middle of Damian's front yard like he owns it, he does owns everything. His dark hair catches the morning light. His ice-blue eyes sweep over the Silvermoon pack members with that look I know too well—the one that says *you're beneath me* without him having to o

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