All Chapters of Luna’s Second Chance : Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

Aria’s POVThe cold wind of the night blew at me as I leaned against the railing of the balcony. The night had fallen on the pack, as the moon hung low in the sky. I hadn’t moved for a while. I couldn't, really. My arms were crossed tight over my chest, but it did nothing, just help me warm myself.Everything felt… wrong. I didn't know why, but for some reason I was at an unease. Then, I heard a knock echoed behind me. Soft, but firm.I didn't turn.The door creaked open anyway. I didn’t need to see who it was.Luca.His footsteps were soft and quiet. He walked up behind me, but he didn’t say anything at first.He just… stood there. Maybe he was watching me. I kept staring out at the trees, letting the silence between us stretch. “You seem to enjoy the moon,” he said his tone soft.“... Yeah, I do,” I muttered, my voice low. He exhaled slowly, stepping beside me. “I heard what happened at the council,” I said before he could speak. My voice was flat, distant. “They blamed me

Chapter 64Victor’s POVThe night was thick with silence, but I could feel it—everything was moving, tightening, snapping into place like the final pieces of a puzzle. The Elidor fight was set. A distraction for us. And soon, while eyes were locked on the battle in the field, I’d take what mattered most to Luca.Aria.And with her in my grasp… the Scarlet Moon pack would crumble.I sat by the window of my quarters, swirling dark liquor in a thick glass, the fire across the room crackling low. The flames reflected off the glass like red eyes staring back at me. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. The smirk pulling at my lips was slow, patient. Calculated.He really accepted it. The great Alpha Luca, falling for the oldest move in the book. Pride—such a predictable weakness.The Elidor fight would leave their forces scattered, their focus narrowed. The moment he stepped into that ring, all defenses would drop. The warriors would be spectators, not guards. The pack would ch

Julian POVThe morning came sharp and quick. Cold light poured through the cracks of the window. I stood before the mirror, shirtless, a few scars from part battles OK my body. Today, I would make history.I ran a hand down my jaw, inhaling deep as the silence hummed with anticipation. My reflection stared back at me—hard eyes, lips curled just slightly. This was it. Everything we’d put in motion—all the blood, the misdirection, the sacrifices—they meant nothing if I didn’t finish it today.“Luca thinks this is about pride,” I muttered under my breath. “About power. But he’s blind. He doesn’t see the rot in this pack. Doesn’t see how soft it’s become.”I started wrapping my fists, slow and deliberate, each tug of the cloth grounding me deeper into the storm brewing in my gut. My voice grew darker, eyes narrowing. “You’re stronger. You’ve lived in the dark. You built yourself in the fire he was born into. He had it handed to him—you earned it.”A knock on the door came and went. I