All Chapters of Forsaken Luna's Second Chance: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

BEATRICESome days, I feel like I’m held together by nothing but caffeine and spite.The bell above the bakery door jingles as another customer walks in, but I barely look up. My fingers are covered in powdered sugar and chocolate ganache. My wrists ache from kneading dough since before the sun even rose. I’ve already lost track of how many cakes I’ve decorated today.And still, it’s not enough for him.My boss passes behind me, too close again. His hand brushes my lower back—not hard, just long enough to make my skin crawl. I tense, but I don’t flinch this time. Not anymore.He leans in and murmurs, “You’ve been quiet lately. You know I could use someone with your… attention to detail in the back office.”I grit my teeth. “I’ll stick to the pastries.”He huffs a laugh, like it’s a joke. But I know he’s punishing me.Because not long after that, he doubles my prep list.By the time noon hits, I’ve already rotated three trays of croissants, glazed two dozen fruit tarts, and refilled th

BEATRICEI’ve faced Lycans, rogues, and an abusive ex — yet somehow, the idea of Bailey knowing I fainted scares me more than any of them.“Please don’t tell her,” I whisper, gripping Gamma Aria’s wrist before she can leave the room. My voice cracks a little. “She doesn’t need to know I collapsed. Not like this.”Aria raises an eyebrow. “She’s your daughter, Beatrice. She deserves to know if something serious happened.”I shake my head, jaw tight. “No. Not this. Not again. She already worries too much. I don’t want her scared every time I push myself too far.”Her expression softens. “She’s not a baby anymore. She’s tougher than you think.”“I know she is. That’s the problem.” I lean back against the pillow, trying to ignore the pounding in my skull. “She already acts older than she should. Because of me. Because of everything I’ve put her through.”There’s a pause. Then Aria sighs. “Fine. I won’t tell her. But you better tell her something. The truth always finds a way to come out.”I

THALIANo matter how far I rise, it’s only when I’m walking toward him that I feel like I’m finally home.Rogue City stinks of blood, smoke, and rot—but I’ve always found comfort in its chaos. It's the only place where monsters like me aren't judged, just measured by how sharp our teeth are. Every crumbling brick and shadowed alley whispers stories of betrayal and bloodshed. My heels click against the wet stone as I lead Celeste through the narrow streets. She clutches my hand, unaware. Sweet thing. She has no idea how deep this all goes.The guards at the gate don’t question me. They part like the Red Sea at the sight of my face. I smirk. Still loyal. Still afraid. That’s exactly how I like them.Celeste skips ahead toward the blackstone fortress at the edge of the ruins—towering, cracked, and beautiful in its brutality.And standing at the top of the worn steps, arms crossed, is him.The Rogue King, my brother.“Hello, my love,” I breathe.He descends the steps, that slow, dangerous

BEATRICEToday is the day of my training assessment.I’ve been preparing for this moment for three months, pushing through intense training every single day.This test means everything to me.I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until I see him—and suddenly, the whole damn test feels like a trap.Maxwell.He’s seated at the judges’ table, arms crossed, expression unreadable as always. The other two judges are high-ranking trainers I recognize from the combat rotation—tough but fair. But him? He’s the one person I didn’t expect to see here. The one person who hasn’t said a word to me in weeks.I swallow hard and straighten my spine. If this is a mind game, they’re going to have to try harder.This assessment decides everything.If I pass, I’ll become an official training instructor—no more assistant hours. Just me, teaching, leading, building something that’s mine. A future where Bailey can look at me and know her mother didn’t just survive.She built something from the ashes, startin

BEATRICEWhen I get the call from the school, my heart drops so fast I nearly forget how to breathe.“Your daughter was involved in a fight,” the teacher says over the mind-link, her voice calm but clipped. “You need to come. Immediately.”I don’t even ask for details. I’m out the door before she finishes the sentence.Bailey. My sweet, stubborn, fire-hearted little girl. If someone pushed her hard enough to throw a punch, I already know they deserved it.Still, my pulse won’t settle as I race down the path toward the academy grounds. When I arrive, the front lawn is filled with murmurs and tension. A few mothers are already there—draped in silk shawls and outrage, acting like their perfect little angels could never possibly do anything wrong.“She’s just aggressive,” one woman says, her voice cutting. “That child has always been too wild.”“She probably learned it from her mother,” another one sniffs. “Isn’t she the rogue Luna who ran off and seduced King Maxwell?”I stop walking.Bec