All Chapters of The Betrayed Warrior Luna's Second Chance: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ELIZA’S POVI stood quietly beside Alexander as I heard the woman’s voice. Who was it?And then, she appeared.A beautiful woman walked toward us like she belonged here.She wore a royal gown — deep purple with golden threads that caught the sunlight coming through the corridor windows. She moved so gracefully that she barely seemed real.Her hair fell in perfect, shining waves, and when she smiled, it was dazzling.She was beautiful. Stunning. Perfect, even. Like a real life princess.Who was she?"Alexander!" she called out again.Something about the way she said his name made my stomach tighten. She was moving towards him with a huge smile and said his name in a familiar tone that made me uneasy.I swallowed and turned to Alexander, "Who is she?"He glanced at me quickly, like he already knew how I was feeling. His hand found mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze."That's Princess Isabella of the Western Plains," he said calmly. "she and her brother, Prince Edmund are visiting. I’m

ELIZA’S POVMy heart had never pounded so painfully in my chest.For one breathless, gut-wrenching moment, all I could see was her. Isabella, standing too close to Alexander. The way she tilted her face up, the way she kissed his cheek like she had the right. Like she belonged there.For a split second, all I felt was betrayal.Then I saw Alexander shove her away. His voice, usually so controlled, was filled with so much anger."Don't ever do that again," he snapped "Next time, I won't care that you're a princess. I'll remind you what it feels like to be rejected."My wolf stirred at his words and in that moment I felt proud and satisfied.Alexander didn’t betray me. He put Isabella in her place immediately.My wolf stirred in my chest with joy. She had wanted to misunderstand. Wanted to be angry. But now, all she wanted was to claim him.So I did.I walked forward slowly ignoring Isabella’s red-cheeked frustration and ignored who I assumed was Edmund, standing right next to her.. Ins

ELIZA’S POVJust as Alexander and I were about to leave Edmund and Isabella’s presence, Edmund’s voice halted our steps.“And one more thing,” he said.Alexander and I turned back to face him.I blinked, unsure what more there could possibly be. I glanced up at Alexander, but his expression remained unreadable.Edmund looked directly at Alexander before continuing, “We will be returning to the capital with you. Isabella and I… we need to see the Lycan King as well.”A thousand thoughts fired through my mind in an instant.For someone to request an audience with the Lycan King, especially unannounced and so soon after everything that had happened—it had to be serious. Important enough that even Edmund saw no other option but to go directly to the top.Isabella didn’t speak.She stood beside him with her arms folded. She still had an annoyed expression on her face.Alexander nodded.“Alright,” he said simply.There was a long pause, then Alexander gently guided me away with a hand at th

ELIZA’S POVAs soon as we got to the hotel room, Ryan clutched my hand tightly.His small fingers were warm and slightly sticky from the candy I'd bribed him with at the store.I looked down at him. His expression was unreadable, as always with wide eyes that held far too much pain for someone his age.“I got us something,” I whispered gently, crouching beside him as I reached into one of the shopping bags. “I figured you and I could use a little fun.”He blinked slowly at me, as if trying to read my intentions. Trust was still so fragile between us.From the bag, I pulled out a stack of coloring books—one with animals, another with superheroes, and a third filled with fantasy creatures and magical castles.I also pulled out a small box of crayons and a few toy cars I thought he might like. “I didn’t know which one you’d prefer, so I got a few.”Ryan looked at them without reaching. I didn’t push him. I simply sat down on the carpet, crisscrossed my legs, and flipped open the fantasy

ELIZA’S POVThat morning, as Edmund’s guide, I took him on a tour of the capital.Edmund walked quietly beside me, taking in the heart of the capital with curious eyes.He kept his distance away from me. He never came too close and he never looked at me for too long. His presence was warm. Comfortable, even.His hand was always just behind me, never touching, but close enough that I could feel the heat of it in the space between us.“Is that the original structure?” he asked, pointing at the old stone tower in front of us.“The western spire?” I nodded. “Yeah, it’s been standing since the second Great War. The top section was rebuilt after a fire, but the base is still the same stone.”He scribbled something into a small leather notebook he carried. “Fascinating. It’s got that kind of... fiery look. Like it refuses to be forgotten. Defiant elegance I guess”