All Chapters of Luna’s Second Chance : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elijah’s POVI sat in the dim hotel room, staring at the chipped coffee cup in my hands. The coffee was cold. Had been for hours. But I wasn’t drinking it. Just gripping it like it had answers.Waiting.For her.For Aria.And that was the problem.She wasn’t back.She should’ve been back.Where the fuck was she?Then came the knock.Too hard. Too fast. Urgent.I was already moving before I even thought about it, the chair scraping against the floor, my body coiled tight like a goddamn wire about to snap.The soldier outside the door looked like he had been running.“She’s been gone too long.”My chest went tight.“How long?” My voice was flat. Cold.“Hours.” A sharp inhale. “She hasn’t returned.”My fingers curled into fists.Fuck.I grabbed my coat, shoved past him. The drive to her house was a blur. The moment I got there, I knew.The door was unlocked.Bad. Bad fucking sign.I stepped in, ears sharp, eyes scanning.Her scent was here. Fresh. But fading fast.My stomach knotted.I

Aria’s POVIt was almost midnight when I finally reached our apartment. I dragged myself to my room like a corpse, feet heavy, mind a twisted mess. Everything felt wrong. I slammed the door shut behind me. I was a white wolf.A fucking white wolf. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t my life. I was human—no, worse—I was a rejected mate, tossed aside like I was nothing. But now, I wasn’t nothing.I was something.Something that could rip a rogue to shreds.I couldn’t stop seeing it.The rogue.His eyes had widened. His whole body had gone rigid, his mouth parting like he couldn’t even process what was in front of him. His stance had changed—hesitation.Fear.He had seen a white wolf standing where a pathetic, fragile human had been.And in that split second—he knew he was going to die.A shudder rolled through me.And he had.I had killed him.I should have felt something.Guilt. Horror.But all I had felt was power.That scared me more than anything.I curled my knees to m

Aria’s POVMorning slammed into me like a goddamn freight train.One second, I was staring at the ceiling, brain spinning like a broken record, looping last night’s mess on repeat. The next, the sun was in my face, streaming through the curtains. My body felt wrecked, not from fighting, not from running—just from existing. Like I was being crushed under the weight of too much shit all at once.But I couldn’t stay here.I had a meeting.With Luca.A sharp, bitter taste rose in my throat, but I swallowed it down. Pushed it deep, deep where I wouldn’t have to deal with it. I forced myself up, legs like stone as I dragged my ass to the bathroom.Splash. Cold water, sharp against my skin. A second of clarity. My reflection stared back at me, hollow-eyed, exhausted, like it was asking me what the hell are you doing?I had no idea.But something in me—some twisted, stubborn part—needed this. Needed to prove something. To him. To me. To this whole damn world that still saw me as nothing but

Luca’s POV I woke up fucking wrecked. Like I hadn’t really slept, just shut down for a few hours, body drained but my mind still running itself into the ground.And fuck, the second I opened my eyes, she was there. Everywhere.My skin still burned from her touch—her hands, her nails, the way she clawed at me like she couldn’t get close enough. The way she gasped my name, breathless and wrecked, her body tight around mine, pulling me under, dragging me deeper, until I didn’t know where she ended and I began. Until nothing else fucking existed.Jesus.I ran a hand over my face, exhaling hard, but it didn’t do a damn thing. She was still there, still in my blood, still in my fucking bones, and I didn’t want her out. I wanted more. I wanted last night all over again—her legs around me, her mouth on mine, her body under me, against me, losing herself in me the way I was losing myself in her.But I couldn’t. Not now.I forced myself up, shoving my shirt on, dragging myself out of that room

Aria’s POVMorning slammed into me like a freight train. Eyes open, brain foggy, body still humming from the other night.I felt it everywhere. The heat, the weight, the way Luca’s hands had been on me like he was memorizing every inch. And I let him. No—I wanted him to. And now? Now I was stuck in this loop, replaying it over and over. I groaned, rolling onto my stomach, burying my face in the pillow. Like that would erase it. Like that would make my skin stop tingling or my pulse stop kicking up every time I thought about him.It didn’t.Damn it.I needed air.I shoved the covers off, grabbed the nearest hoodie, and practically threw myself out of the room before my thoughts could pull me under again.Cold air slapped me the second I stepped outside. Good. Maybe it would shock me out of this haze.The pack was already awake, moving, talking. Some training. Some just existing. My feet carried me forward before I even realized where I was going—until I saw them.Elijah. A few others.