Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forsaken Luna's Second Chance: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

BEATRICEI hit his chest so hard that it knocks the breath out of me.“Shit, sorry,” he says, stepping back.I finally get a proper look at him. He’s easily over six feet and handsome. He has broad-shoulder with a lean build like someone who fights more than he talks. His jaw is sharp, clean-shaven, and there’s a small scar that cuts through his brow. But it’s his eyes that make me stop breathing for a second —pale, gray, unreadable. He looks detached, like nothing shocks him anymore.This man is dangerous. I can see that, and powerful. He says nothing and starts walking past us.Then I see Beta Luka behind the stranger. He’s moving toward us quickly. Shit.I don’t have time to think. I reach out and grab the stranger’s arm.“Please,” I whisper. “Someone’s trying to kill me. Me and my daughter. I need help.”He stops but doesn’t turn. His body stays still, but I feel the shift in his attention. Finally, he glances at me over his shoulder.“Why would I do that?” he says flatly. “What

BEATRICEI’ve made a mistake that could get us both killed.I took Bailey straight into lycan territory — and I didn’t even know it.And Bailey’s too young to have a wolf..She has no way to warn her.Which means neither of us saw it coming. And now we’re here… in the hands of him.The man they just called King Maxwell.Lycans were never supposed to be part of our lives.They were a different race — older, stronger, and always separate from us. For centuries, werewolves and Lycans stayed in their own corners of the world. We didn’t cross into their land, and they didn’t cross into ours.But that started to change in the last few years.There were fights. Territory lines blurred. Patrols went missing. Tension grew fast, and suddenly, it wasn’t just stories anymore.In our pack, Lycans were seen as evil — violent, wild, and inhuman. They weren’t like us. They didn’t live by rules or honor. They were bloodthirsty beasts who lived in the dark and only came out to hunt.I never told Bailey a

BEATRICEI never meant for her to grow up learning how to survive in cages.I sit on the edge of the bed, watching Bailey as she picks at a slice of warm bread, humming to herself like we’re not locked away in a room we didn’t choose.I don’t know how we ended up here — how running turned into this. She should be outside, laughing, chasing the wind, not comforting me like this is normal.“I’m okay, Mom,” she says gently. “As long as we’re together, we’ll figure it out. We always do.”Despite being captives, they feed us well, better than I expected. We’re not starved. Three meals a day, delivered like clockwork, and they’re… actually good. Every meal is hot, balanced, and flavorful.It’s not what I imagined. But that’s also the reason I haven’t fallen apart yet. At least my daughter doesn’t go hungry.Back home, we were taught that Lycans lived like savages — primitive, bloodthirsty things that tore through raw meat and howled at the sky. But here?Here, it almost feels normal. It’s

ENZOHow the fuck is it this hard to track down one woman?I sent out almost half of our warriors… Still, nothing. All of them are useless.My Beta went sniffing around Rogue City, said he followed a lead, only to end up running into Lycans of all things. He didn’t even get to finish the damn search. The coward tucked his tail and left to avoid conflict, said he “didn’t want to cause problems.”Fucking pathetic.I’m in the war room, looking over another worthless report. Thalia walks in without so much as knocking.“You look pissed,” she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder.“I am pissed,” I snap. “Weeks of searching and all I get is this bullshit?” I shove the paper across the table. “They can’t find one woman and a kid?”Thalia raises an eyebrow. “You’re not going to like what I know, then.”I look up, narrowing my eyes. “What do you mean?”“I heard from someone in Rogue City. Someone who owes me,” she says smoothly. “They saw her. Beatrice. Just outside the southern market.”I

MAXWELLWhenever Beatrice gets too close, my wolf Scar, stirs just a little. It’s not out of instinct or bond, but curiosity. She’s not my mate. I know that. Scar can't feel her wolf. But there’s something about her that doesn’t let me look away.She’s told me plenty about her daughter. It’s enough for me to believe that she truly loves that child more than anything in this world. That part, I respect. She’s a mother who would bleed, run, and beg just to protect her pup.That’s a woman worth admiring. But that’s not enough for me to fully trust her.She came from the enemy’s side and lied more than once. Still, I can’t ignore the way she carries herself. She’s the kind of woman who doesn’t flinch when I speak the truth. She’s smart and brave — the kind of person who sees more than what’s right in front of her and reacts accordingly.I like people like that even when they make things complicated. And Beatrice is nothing but complicated.She’s a puzzle — one I haven’t solved yet. Bu