All Chapters of The Reborn Luna: Never Again!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Jake twirled me, clumsily, but enough to make my dress flare, and I nearly stumbled into his chest. His hand tightened on mine, steadying me.“Careful,” he murmured, low enough that only I heard.I tilted my chin. “You’re the one dragging me around like I’m a rag doll.”He laughed, unguarded, boyish, and for a moment the world shrank to just that sound. No councils. No burdens. No whispers. Just Jake.The music shifted, slower now, and his steps softened. His palm pressed against the small of my back, firm but careful, like I was something fragile even though he knew better.“Do you ever think,” Jake asked quietly, “that maybe this… all of this… is what we were fighting for?”I searched his face. The firelight carved gold into his skin, softened his sharp jaw, made his eyes glow like embers. “Maybe,” I admitted. “Or maybe it’s just the calm before he strikes again.”Jake’s expression hardened. He didn’t need me to say Roman’s name.Ellias interrupted, bounding between us with a plate

Aarhea’s Point of ViewThe torches burned high in the place, their flames snapping in the cold night wind.The air felt heavy, charged with tension so sharp it could split stone.The Crimson Pack had gathered, circling wide, their whispers a hum beneath the crackle of fire.At the center of it all stood Jake and Alpha Draven.I could feel my own heart hammering in my chest.Graduation, wedding preparations, days of peace, they all felt like distant dreams compared to this moment. Because right now, it wasn’t about gowns or vows or celebrations.It was about survival. About respect. About proving that Jake belonged.Draven’s voice carried like thunder.“So this is Crimson’s future Alpha? A wolfless? A nameless, powerless man standing at an Alpha’s side?”His words stung, even though I’d heard them before, from outsiders, from doubters, from those who thought love and strength couldn’t coexist.But tonight, every insult cut deeper because the whole pack was listening.I stepped forward,

Aarhea’s Point of ViewFor the first time in months, Crimson Pack felt truly alive again.No whispers of betrayal. No shadows of Roman. No Amara lurking with venom.Just laughter, training, and the sound of preparations that filled every corner of the pack grounds.The wedding. My wedding.Everywhere I turned, warriors were carrying supplies, seamstresses were fussing with fabrics, and the elders were debating over traditions. The entire pack buzzed with energy, as though the coming union was more than just mine and Jake’s, it was theirs, too.A symbol of peace after chaos.But more than that, every time I looked at Jake, I saw something I never thought I would...freedom in his eyes.He was no longer hiding in the shadows of fear. He was walking beside me openly, loved and respected.At least for now.......“Hold still,” I said, trying not to laugh as Jake squirmed while one of the seamstresses measured his shoulders.He shot me a glare. “Do I really need this many pins and ropes aro

Jake’s Point of ViewEllias cornered me before I could leave the square. His grip on my arm was firm, his eyes sharper than I’d seen in weeks.“You look like hell,” he muttered.“Good morning to you too,” I said, forcing a smile that didn’t last.He didn’t waste time. A rolled parchment hit my chest, hard enough to sting. “Read it.”I caught it, unrolled it halfway, and froze. The seal was enough. My stomach twisted like a blade had been driven into it.“Where did you get this?” My voice came out low and strained.“Intercepted one of Alpha Draven’s messengers last night,” Ellias said, his tone bitter.“He’s been sending reports. At first I thought it was pack business. Then I read your name.” he told me.My grip on the parchment tightened until it nearly crumpled.“He knows too much.”Ellias shook his head sharply. “No, he suspects too much. But Jake, this isn’t something you can shrug off. He’s not writing to some petty ally, he’s writing to the Shadow Council. They don’t waste time

Aarhea’s Point of ViewThe morning sun painted the courtyard gold as I hurried from one end of the hall to the other.Everyone was running around with ribbons, flowers, and fabrics, and every second someone stopped me with a question.“Alpha Aarhea, do you want roses or lilies for the main aisle?”“Alpha, should we put the Crimson banners here or at the entrance?”“Where do you want the musicians to sit?”I tried to smile, even as my head spun.“Lilies,” I answered one woman.“Entrance,” I told another.“Beside the fountain,” I said to the third.My voice stayed steady, but my heart was racing. Tomorrow was the wedding. My wedding.I adjusted the silver clasp on my cloak, trying to calm myself, when a familiar voice came behind me.“Busy as always, Alpha Aarhea.”I turned and found Alpha Draven standing there.He wore his usual dark attire, polished to the point of intimidation.His smile was polite, even warm, but his eyes was sharp and unreadable.“Alpha Draven,” I greeted carefully