All Chapters of The Luna's Second Chance: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Darius's POV The moment Aurora tore herself from the kiss and fled, I felt an uncontrollable rage surge through me in a flash. Before she left, her face was filled with a mixture of shame and guilt. All the pleasure had left, her lashes dropped quickly to hide her feelings and her face grew hard and resentful. My wolf, Magnus, roared inside my head, his fury mirroring mine. I had kissed her and she had kissed me back with the same desire which was different from the way she kissed me at the hotel.She had locked herself into my embrace and kissed me with a hunger that belied her outward calm. Her mouth was burning with fire. Quivering as she drank the sweetness of the kiss.But then she had bolted out of the room, right before I could tell her she was mine or claim her as mine, not that I would want to do it in this shabby way, yet I have waited too long for her.A harsh growl ripped from my throat as Magnnus inside me snapped and my control shattered like glass. I let the shift ta

Darius's POV I woke up before dawn, my body feeling heavy. I hadn't slept well. I was restless and my sleep was being haunted by dreams I thought I had overcome in the past. I tossed off the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed, putting his feet on the ground. I needed to clear his head and shake off this lingering fatigue. Something I knew coffee can't cure. I made my way to the forest, the crisp morning air pulling me in, the dew settled on me, it's coolness seeping into my pores. The trees loomed above him, their branches creaking softly in the gentle breeze. I took a deep breath, the scent of damp forest filling my lungs. As he walked, my mind became clearer, I realized it had been weeks since I had last visited the training grounds to train or foresee what's going on. I trusted Ezra and Brian to do a good job, but I can't shake the feeling that I'd been neglecting his duties. Since meeting Aurora and finding out she's my mate, I have found it difficult to focus

Darius's POVAs I sat across from Alpha Logan in the conference room, my mind was somewhere else. It wandered back to the message on the informant's body."Gotcha, Alpha Darius.”The words echoed in my head, and I knew without a doubt that it was Alpha Watson's doing, I could imagine the look on his face with that stupid smirk he always has. That arrogant, self-righteous Alpha thought he was above the law, that he could just waltz in here and challenge me.I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my cool as Logan read the content in the alliance proposal he had in his hands. My mind was racing with thoughts of Alpha Watson's sudden confidence. He'd been acting like he owned the place, like he had some kind of upper hand that was why he came here to see me, so he can confirm if I was dead or injured by the attack that happened at his supposed dropsite. That was a bold move, even for someone like him against me.I had knew there was something more to his coming, something that didn't add up. W

Darius's POV The question lingered between us. Elena had asked me who the woman in the painting reminded me of. Seeing the changes on her face, she was curious. I hesitated for a second before answering, “A woman I know,” my eyes narrowed at her. Her expression remained polite, but I noticed the flicker of curiosity in her brown eyes. “Oh?” she said, clearly wanting more.I wasn’t going to give her more.“I’ll take it,” I said instead, shifting the conversation. “I’ll have it sent to someone.”She blinked at the sudden change of subject but quickly recovered, nodding. “Of course,” she observed me through lowered lashes.Reaching into her small purse, she pulled out a small red ‘SOLD’ tag and carefully placed it on the artwork’s lower corner. “I’ll have it packaged and delivered once you make your payment,” she said in a voice that seemed to come from a long way off."I will have my assistant make the payment details and send over the delivery address,” I answered with staid calmn

Darius's POV The mercenary's breath was ragged against my grip, his pulse thumping violently beneath my fingers. Fear clouded his wild eyes, but I could tell he wasn’t stupid. He knew he was dead already and it was only a matter of time. Still, I needed him to talk, I loosened my grip enough to let him gasp for some air and to speak. “I’ll tell you,” he gasped, clawing weakly at my hand. “I’ll talk.”I let him down, his feet touching the ground, my grip still around his neck to give him a taste of freedom. “Start talking,” I commanded. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard and fear glittered in his eyes. “A man hired us,” he said, panting, “He said it was just a test of our skills and it was nothing too serious.”“He picked three of us and asked us to meet his other own personal mercenaries around Millvale.” He wheezed, coughing as my claws barely relaxed around his throat. “We were supposed to bring you in alive to him.” He added. “Who was the man?” My voice was low, a dark