บททั้งหมดของ Luna’s Second Chance : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Vera's POVThe scorching sun pressed against my skin as I stood on the training field, watching Andrew’s armies move with relentless vigor. Every swing of their swords glittered in the light, every grunt echoed like thunder rolling across the grounds. They weren’t training like recruits—they were fighting like the war was already here.Andrew stood beside me, arms folded, his presence as commanding as the field itself.“What do you think of them?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, his eyes narrowing against the brightness. Even squinting, he carried that dangerous, tempting look that always left me unsettled. His blue eyes shimmered like the ocean, and for a heartbeat, I almost forgot to answer.“Good,” I replied finally, nodding as I forced my attention back to the sweating warriors before us. “They’re vigorous… ready for battle.”He pressed his lips together, his arms tightening across his chest. The tunic he wore stretched over his broad frame, his muscles defined beneath the fa

Vera's POVI should have been happy for him—but instead, I was at war with my feelings. Every ache in my heart revealed just how deeply the news saddened me. It was good news, and yet it left me drowning in sorrow.I reminded myself of what mattered most to ease the heaviness pressing on me: I wanted Andrew free of his curse. The cure was finally here. I had to be happy for him, even if the very thought tore me apart inside—even if I was nothing but a coward to admit that I wanted him.I watched from my bedroom window as Rick’s car pulled into the driveway. The moment he parked, a woman stepped out—a lady with chestnut-brown hair styled neatly yet regally, her figure draped in a beautiful gown that caught the morning sunlight with every movement.I hated to admit it, but she was beautiful and she looked like a lady from a noble house. I sank on my bed, thinking of how stupid I was for not admitting my true feelings. But regrets are only a waste of time; I can't undo my mistakes now, a

Vera's POVI punched out whatever anger that shimmered within me. My knuckles had turned red and sore from the countless blows struck to the punching bag—still, I didn't stop hitting hard. The pain only reminded me of how much of a coward I was and a never-ending regret dwelling in the pit of my gut.Andrew and Diana weren't even mated yet, and here I was, heartbroken into pieces. If I couldn't live with them being together, I would pack up my things and leave, start a new life somewhere else, and try not to fail at love for the third time.Suddenly, a distant applause caught my attention, and I turned to see Diana standing in the doorway, her hands clapping enthusiastically as a smile spread across her face.“You fight well." She complimented, moving towards me, hands behind her back. “Thanks." I simply said, steadying the punching bag to prevent it from swinging wildly.“Sorry for interrupting. I just thought your performances were incredible." She said, and I gave her a thin smile.

Vera's POV“If you were to choose between moonflowers and lilies, which would you pick?” Cathryn asked, her gaze drifted towards the colorful flowerbeds, as she contemplated which to pick for the upcoming Moon Festival.I was helping out with the preparations because I wanted to stay useful—partly to avoid hiding in the library all the time.“Lilies are preferable—the Easter ones specifically” I replied, “From my previous study on flowers. Lilies symbolize new beginnings and purity.” I said before adding softly, “Alpha Andrews is going to start fresh once he's cured from the cure.”“That is right, child,” Cathryn said without looking at me, her gaze darted across the garden until they landed on the patch of lilies. The garden was vast with tons of colors blending like brushstrokes on a painter’s canvas.The fine scent of jasmine settled in the air, blending with the scent of damp soil. Butterflies flew lazily around the petals as the sunlight filtered through the leaves, freckling the

Vera's POVI had gotten lost in the heat of the moment before I realized my back had met Andrew's sheets of his bed. He hovered above me, his dark gaze searching mine tenderly. The way he looked at me felt almost familiar—maybe because I'd this moment had come as an imagination before now.It sounded like a crazy thing to think about but I was glad it was finally happening.Then a sharp knock disrupted the moment, shattering the rhythm of our breathing.“Who's it?" Andrew called out, his voice rough.“It's Diana.”My body froze. The name alone was enough to pull me out of the haze. I tried to slip off the bed, but Andrew caught my wrist.“What are you doing?" he whispered"Going to hide?" I whispered."No. There's no need for that.” He instructed."Andrew—"“Stay and don't go anywhere, okay?” He insisted softly before he pecked my forehead quickly. As I watched him climb out of the bed, a small smile crept up on my lips. His small gestures—so simple and gentle had warmed my heart so g