All Chapters of Luna’s Second Chance : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Luca’s POV The dining hall felt too damn small. Too tight. Like the walls were pressing in, shoving the air out of my lungs. The long wooden table was set, food spread out like some grand feast—except no one was really eating. Just the occasional scrape of cutlery, the kind of sound that made the tension worse, thick enough to choke on.Julian sat across from me, lounging like he belonged here, like this wasn’t my pack, my castle. He looked the same—sharp, amused eyes, that lazy smirk that never quite reached them. But there was something... off. A weight to him. Something coiled and waiting, something dangerous.To my right, Elijah was rigid, fork in hand but unmoving, his gaze flicking between me and Julian like he was waiting for the first strike. Next to him, Elena kept her expression flat, but I saw the restless tap of her fingers against her thigh. She knew. We all did.And then there was Aria.Across from me. Next to him. Too close.That burned.She was actually eating, slow,

Luca’s POV The chamber was stifling. I sat on the edge of the long table. My mind wouldn’t shut up.Julian.That bastard walking in here like he belonged, like history hadn’t been written in blood between us. Like he hadn’t thrown everything away for his own damn ego.The door opened. I snapped my head up. Elijah. He closed the door quietly. “You going to say it?” I muttered, staring at nothing. Elijah stepped forward, arms crossed. “You already know what I think.”I finally turned to look at him, tired, aggravated. “That he’s playing some long game?”Elijah scoffed. “Because he is. And you damn well know it.”I exhaled through my nose, shaking my head. “I need to be sure.”“Sure of what?” He moved closer, voice dipping into something more aggressive. “That the snake is still a snake?”Before I could respond, the sound cut through the tension.Faint. Almost nothing. But my body reacted before my brain did.A cry.A cough.Not just any cough—wet, rough, tearing.Something was wr

Luca’s POV I shifted in my seat, fingers digging into the edge of the parchment like it might hold me steady. It didn’t. The air in the council chamber was suffocating—tight, heavy, filled with this tension that sat between my ribs and refused to move. They were all watching me, waiting. I could feel it in my skin.And I hated this. Hated being the one to read out every damn ugly thing he’d done. My brother.“Julian,” I said, voice rough, almost cracking. “In addition to abusing his power, he committed treason. He tried to kill the Alpha—our father—and steal the throne.”Still, I couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t bear the sight of that smug face. That stupid half-smile he always wore like he knew something no one else did. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even twitch. Just leaned forward, calm as hell, like he was about to order a drink at a bar.“I didn’t conspire in secret, Luca,” he said, smooth as ever. “I didn’t plot in the dark. I challenged our father openly. It was a mistake, yeah. A re

Luca’s POV “Why?” I didn’t care if I was shouting now, didn’t care if they tried to strike me down. “Why the hell is he still here?”Thorne, the elder who read out Julian’s offenses, locked eyes with me. His face was unreadable, but I could see it—he was tense. His breath came slow, measured.“Luca…” he said, like he was warning me. But I didn’t want to be warned. I wanted answers, damn it.“Tell me why! After everything? You saw what he did—what he tried to do! Why the hell is he still here? After everything? He doesn’t deserve a second chance.”Aldric, standing by the window, turned to face me. His expression was calm, too calm, but his eyes said everything—he was carrying the weight of something I wasn’t understanding.“We’re not here to satisfy your rage, Luca,” he said, voice firm, but he didn’t soften. “We’re here to balance the scales.”“Balance the scales?” I barked. “By keeping a traitor alive? A man who tried to destroy everything this kingdom stands for?”“It’s more than t

Aria's POV And I snapped.I felt it before I even realized. A twig. Under my foot. Loud. So loud.Fuck.My whole body stiffened. I didn’t breathe. Didn’t blink. My hand shot out, gripping the nearest trunk as if it’d anchor me into silence. Julian froze ahead. I saw his shoulders go rigid, his head jerk slightly.No. No no no no.I pressed myself flat against the tree, heart hammering. He turned his head, eyes scanning the darkness like a damn predator. I could see the tension in his jaw even from here.I didn’t move. Not an inch. Not even to blink.A gust of wind passed. The trees groaned. Somewhere in the distance, an owl screeched.Then… he turned back around. Kept walking.I nearly collapsed with relief. My legs were jelly, my breath caught somewhere in my lungs.But I kept going.Julian wasn’t just taking a stroll. He was leaving the pack. And now I knew he had a secret way in and out.I kept on him. Careful. Real careful. My feet ached, legs burned, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t.