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

ENZO“She’s Beatrice. I saw her face.”Thalia’s voice is steady, confident. For once, I’m glad she’s not just being dramatic.I slowly turn to look at her, my jaw tightening. “You’re sure?”She nods without hesitation. “Positive. The moment I pulled that veil, I knew. It’s her. Her hair, her eyes, her expression when she realized I saw her — Enzo, she didn’t even try to deny it.”I stare past her, my pulse starting to pound in my ears. My hands curl into fists, and rage begins to surge — slow, hot, undeniable.Beatrice.Here.Of all the places she could’ve run, she chooses this one. She hides behind the Lycans. Behind Maxwell. Like she thinks this is a game she can win. Like she thinks I won’t tear through whatever walls she’s hiding behind and drag her back myself.The gall. The audacity. That little traitorous wolf.I gave her everything. My name. My protection. A home. And this is how she repays me? By vanishing with my daughter and playing maid to the Lycans?“She’s dead to me,” I

BEATRICEThalia’s laugh rings out, sharp and vicious like nails scraping across stone.“So it really is you,” she spits. “You traitor.”She yanks my arm tighter, shoving me back against the wall. I stumble but don’t fall, not yet. I’m too stunned to even speak. Her nails bite into my wrist as her face twists into a satisfied sneer.“You’ve got some nerve,” she continues, her tone venomous. “Daring to seek refuge with the Lycans like some poor little victim. Pathetic.”I struggle, trying to wrench free, but my body feels too slow. Too empty. I haven’t eaten. I haven’t slept. And worst of all — I have no wolf. I can’t summon strength that isn’t there. She knows it. I know it.And that’s what terrifies me.Of all people, I didn’t expect her. Not now. Not here.“Shouldn’t you be stuck to Enzo’s side like glue?” I manage to say, trying to keep my voice steady, even as my heart pounds like thunder in my ears.Thalia’s smirk deepens. “Oh, I’ve already mind-linked him.”My breath hitches.“He’

BEATRICEMy heart almost stop, and I can hear nothing at that moment. “You—you promised,” I say, the words barely making it past the lump in my throat. “You promised you would protect me.”But Maxwell says nothing. Doesn’t defend me. Doesn’t even look at me. He turns and walks away like it costs him nothing. And just like that, I’m no longer a person — just a favor that wasn’t worth keeping.I don’t remember how I get back to my room. One moment, I’m standing in that hall, and the next, I’m sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed, staring down at my hands. My body moved without thinking, and now it feels like I’ve landed inside someone else’s nightmare. The world outside is quiet, but inside me, everything is shaking. My pulse pounds in my ears, and there’s a hollow ache in my chest that I don’t know how to fill.The warrior who let me see Bailey earlier brings me water. She looks hesitant, maybe worried she’ll be punished just for being near me, but I shake my head. “You’re safe,” I m

MAXWELLShe’s finally asleep.Curled into herself, her face half-hidden beneath my coat, breath slow but uneven. Even in rest, her brows are slightly furrowed — like she’s still fighting something in her dreams. It doesn’t surprise me. Beatrice has been fighting since the moment I met her.I sit a few feet away, watching in silence.There’s a strange stillness in this cave, tucked deep into the cliffside. Outside, the wind howls over stone and water, but in here, it’s quiet. Too quiet. It makes me think more than I want to. About the jump. About what she’s been through. About how close I came to losing her.I’ve fought wars. Killed enemies. Seen more blood than I can remember. But nothing tightened my chest like the moment I thought Enzo had gotten his hands on her again. I hadn’t even realized how panicked I was until she was gone.And now?Now she’s here, alive, asleep a few feet away—and I’m still shaken.I shift slightly, stretching my arm out before I can think better of it. My fi

BEATRICELife is starting to feel normal.Bailey and I no longer live in the pack house. We rent a small unit on the quieter side of town, just a short walk from her school. It’s nothing fancy — two rooms, thin walls, a creaky faucet that drips all night — but it’s ours. It’s safe. And I can finally hear myself think.We’re only able to stay here thanks to Petra, one of the warriors who used to guard me back when I was still considered a prisoner. Somewhere between late-night conversations and her sneaking me extra food, we became… friends. The real kind. The kind I didn’t think I’d have again.When I said I wanted to leave the compound and start fresh, Petra didn’t hesitate. She spoke to someone on the housing committee, pulled a few strings, and now Bailey and I have a roof over our heads. Rent-free — for now.I promised her I’d pay her back as soon as I started earning. She just shrugged and said, “Focus on getting your life back first. We’ll talk numbers later.”And maybe it’s my i