Lahat ng Kabanata ng Luna’s Second Chance : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Andrew's POV"Your sister was to be the only visitor. Why change your mind?" I asked Diana as we made our way down the hall to the grand hall, where I would finally meet her family."Well, there was no time to ask your permission," she said."Or you didn't feel like asking.".She shot me a sidelong glance, "Think what you want, it doesn't matter anymore. Does it?" She paused, breathing, "My parents and sister are now here—and all they want is to see you're interested in their daughter, more than you're interested in—"I cut her off, "Don't say it." I warned her, my tone was colder than I intended.The hallway was quiet and the only sound was the echo of our steps off the tiled walls."And so this is saying that you're in good standing with your parents?" I asked softly, "Because the last time you spoke to me, they didn't like the silver wolf persona you have.""They don't think of it like that anymore," she said. "Because what I am is going to make me Luna of a pack—which, by that, ma

Vera's POVThe idea of sitting together with Diana and her family was uncomfortable. Uncomfortable to the point where I frequently checked the wall clock every single second that passed. I couldn't escape the moment unless I was done testing out my dress for the festival.The fashion designer took Diana's mother and sister’s body measurements. But my dress and that of Diana were ready.One of the designers helped me with fitting my dress. I could hear Diana's mother muttering to Diana's sister about how colorful my dress looked, compared to Diana's. But I doubted it, Diana’s dress looked effortlessly elegant — a long, strapless corset gown adorned with delicate pearls that shimmered under the light.Mine wasn’t bad either. It was a soft cream color, simple yet undeniably classy — just the way I wanted it.“Amazing,” the designer murmured in awe as he zipped up the back of my gown. A slow smile curved my lips. The dress was truly beautiful. From the reflection in the tall mirror before

Andrew's POVAs I stormed into the living room, my eyes met Diana, her sister, and their mother—huddled together on a couch, their conversation dying the moment I entered.“Where’s Vera?" I asked, my voice colder than intended.They all looked like they’d seen a ghost, unable to utter a word. Then Rick came down from the stairs. "Alpha—" he approached, his tone sounded quirky. “How was the meeting?" He asked, a smile stuck to his face like a mask.I ignored him. "I heard what happened. Why did you all do it? Why gang up against her like—like some goddamn bullies?”Mia was the first to speak, "Gang up? We didn't gang up on that bi—"I cut her off, "Don't you even dare finish that."Rick stepped forward, hands up. "Alright, calm down, Alpha." He said, his voice low. "She's not hurt,” he murmured.Then I turned back to them, the room suddenly quiet enough to hear their fast heartbeats. “Now, you all listen carefully," I began, each word deliberate. “I have made my intentions towards Dian

Andrew's POVRick was helping me test some clothes for the upcoming festival and Vera was present because I had pleaded with her to be here. Because women do have a genuine opinion regarding issues such as this.And she was good at it. Maybe a little annoyed, too. She stood with her arms folded across her chest, leaning into the doorframe as she inspected my outfit as if I were in court."Very retro," she said finally, and for a moment, the tense shoulders on me eased."Aww, it's the festival theme." Rick interrupted gladly. We had a final verdict after a few costumes were turned down."It's retro and all that, but is it Alphaly enough?" I asked.Before Vera had time to respond, the door cracked open and Diana marched in without knocking. Her eyes swept past each one of us, then at Vera for a fleeting moment before concentrating on me finally. "I need to talk to you," she declared, her tone cold enough to cut through the air.Vera gazed at me with a raised eyebrow, and she turned for

Lucy's POVBummer!I should have hidden them—they were supposed to be thrown away after use. It was all I thought of as I watched the shocked expression on Phil's face.“Phil, I can explain,” I said softly, but deep down I had nothing to give as an excuse. And that only made Phil angrier. He entered my room, slamming the door behind him.“What explanation do you have for this?” He asked, his teeth gritted. With the way he was fuming with anger, it made me gulp the sudden lump that appeared in my throat. And honestly, I have never seen Phil this infuriated.“I'm listening, Lucy," he added loudly. And at that moment, all I had in mind was to speak the truth. Lying was my thing, but suddenly I couldn't find a lie in this awkward situation.Then Phil's phone rang, disrupting the heated moment which gave me a little bit of time to think of a lie. But nothing came forth. In a situation like this, Phil declined the call, shoving his phone back into his pocket.His gaze darkened and his shoul