บททั้งหมดของ Luna’s Second Chance : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Luca’s POV I couldn’t sit still. How could I? She's been acting very weird and tense around me today. My gut wouldn't shut up…something was off. So I went. No guards. No knocking. Her door creaked open like it had been waiting for me, and there she was—sitting on the edge of her bed like she'd just seen a ghost. Or maybe she'd become one. “Aria.” She flinched. Well, that wasn’t a good sign. I stepped in. Closed the door behind me. “What’s going on?” Her mouth opened, then closed. Her hands were wringing the hem of her damn shirt like it might unravel her whole. “I—Luca, I... I followed Julian.” The air stopped in my lungs. “What?” “I followed him,” she said again, like saying it softer would make it better. “He left the pack through a secret door... one I didn’t even know existed. I—I had to see where he was going. I thought... I don’t know what I thought.” “Where did he go, Aria?” My voice was low. Too calm. That scary kind of calm before the shift starts taking ov

Elena's POVThe morning came in sharp. Too sharp. Like glass slicing across her thoughts.I was up before the sun, just... waiting. My room felt too small, too quiet. Every creak in the walls made my skin crawl. I kept thinking of Luca, of his promise to send me back—back to the human world. And part of me hated how much I wanted that. The escape. The quiet. The safety.So when the knock came, I jumped like my bones were wired wrong.I opened the door, heart stuck in my throat—and there he was. Luca. His face as cold and unreadable as always, but his eyes... something flickered there."I'm not sending you back," he said. Just like that. No warning. No build-up. Like it was a fact carved into stone.“What?” It slipped out, weak and breathless.“I changed my mind. It’s safer if you stay. With me.”The relief hit me so fast it was almost shameful. I shouldn't have wanted to stay. Not after everything. Not with Julian still breathing the same air. But I did. I did want to stay. Not for th

Luca POVThe Moon was hanging low, the night had already fallen. I raised my hand up to signal the end of training for today. Aria’s breaths were heavy, her skin covered with sweat, and Elijah stood nearby with his arms crossed, nodding slightly in approval. She'd held her own today, better than ever. Controlled, precise. Her instincts were finally beginning to cut through the fog of hesitation. But there was still something buried in her, something pulling her back. I could see it in the way her eyes shifted, always scanning, always alert.“That's enough for today,” I said, stepping forward, my voice steady but not cold. “You did well.”She nodded, not quite meeting my eyes, and turned to walk back toward the house. I watched her go for a second too long, the curve of her shoulders telling me more than her words ever would. She was still carrying something. And whatever it was—it was starting to weigh her down.Elijah glanced at me. “You saw it too?”I nodded once. “Yeah.”“She’s

ARIA'S POVThe walk back to the packhouse was heavy. I couldn't just get my mind off what just happened. The hair behind my neck was still up, I couldn't help but feel danger was close by. Elijah kept a steady pace beside me, but his silence made the air thicker, heavier. He hadn’t said much since the fight. I wasn’t ready to hear whatever dark thoughts he had swirling in his head about what was coming.But my thoughts were just as tangled.The fight. The attack. The message. They weren’t just random, meaningless acts of violence. They were calculated—designed to get our attention, to prove a point. And Victor… Julian… they were only just beginning.I rubbed my still-aching shoulder. It hurt. The burn of the bite was still fresh, but it was nothing compared to what was waiting for us. That feeling, that dread, settled deep in my gut.By the time we reached the packhouse, I was almost certain Luca would already know what had happened. If he didn’t, I’d make sure he did.I didn’t wai

Luca’s POVThe throne room was colder than usual. Maybe it was just my mood. I sat hunched on the edge of the throne, hands laced, jaw clenched, eyes burning into the marbled floor. Elijah stood by the far window, arms folded, eyes scanning the trees beyond the walls as if danger still lingered out there. Maybe it did.“No new attacks?” I asked, my voice cutting through the thick silence.Elijah shook his head. “None. Not a damn thing since the last wave.” He turned to face me, his expression unreadable. “It’s too quiet. Like they’re waiting.”I nodded once, slowly. “They’ll try again. That last hit wasn’t a warning, it was a test. They wanted to see how close they could get without getting their heads ripped off.”Elijah walked closer, his boots thudding against the stone. “And they got close, Luca. Too close.”I looked up at him, at the slight bruising still faint on his temple. His shoulders were stiff—tension coiled under every breath he took. “How’re you holding up?” I asked, sof