Todos los capítulos de Luna’s Second Chance : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Vera's POVWhy was he being so good to me? What was his purpose for bringing me here? He made it clear that he had no plans on having sex with me—it's not like I believe that but at the same time, he could be that self-controlled.I couldn't bring myself to trust him that quickly. People change in the blink of an eye—just like Phil and I have gotten used to getting hurt by people time and time again. It was nothing new—but the feeling hit differently every time.Despite my reservations, I'm not sure about getting comfortable in his humble abode but here I was, fascinated with the decor of this place. From the tapestries glued on the upper windows, down to a hallway filled with paintings hung on the walls from left to right.One of the paintings caught my attention. It had a haunting image that could send shivers down the spine of anyone, or possibly a museophobic would be disinterested, given the fact that they never have good taste in art. But I stood there as my fingers caressed the

Andrew's POV“What about this?” Vera held up a sword, barely holding on to its weight. "This looks like something I can handle."“Too big for your size," I replied, my hands stuck inside my pants’ pocket as I leaned against a pillar in the pack's sparring gym where I've trained since I was able to handle a knife.She sighed, clearly exhausted and frustrated by how many weapons I had declined her from using for sparring. I suggested she begin training with me and the rest of the gamma if she really wanted to learn how to defend herself. And just like I had thought—she was interested in the whole thing.I had found out something a week ago as Vera and I began to get along a bit—which took a lot of trying so hard from my end and a lot of distancing from Vera’s end.She had no wolf yet, which was sad. It also made me question why she was made a Luna, then I guessed Phil made all that possible. He was so in love with her that he breached the werewolf constitution for her sake. But a though

Andrew’s POVEvery muscle in my leg tensed as I raced down the stairs or rather half flying from one stair to the next. I almost collided with Rick halfway down the stairs. He held his hand up, something clutched in his grip. “Hey, check this out…” before he could show me whatever he got in his hands, he noticed the look on my face."What's wrong?” his voice shifted into urgency."The Mnemos is here," I said, my gaze darting around the living room as if to spot the silver hair.“What? How sure are you?" Rick questioned.“She came to Vera. Put this place on lockdown, immediately.” I ordered and strode towards the kitchen. I came across Cathryn in the kitchen, she was a bit surprised to see me in the kitchen, since I hardly came by to supervise or whatsoever, then her expression turned to worry as she studied my facial expression. She dropped the spatula in her hand.The rest of the maids in the kitchen don't look anything like the lady Vera has described. They looked rather astonished.

Lucy's POV“If you hate him so much, why don't you kill him?" Jason asked. He'd be glad if I killed Phil. Because, to him, I was gradually falling in love with my ex-mate all over again. That wasn't the plan, all I wanted was revenge against the black diamond pack.“I wish I could," I muttered the words in hope, because honestly, I wished I could end it all right now and make Phil suffer alongside.Jason sighed over the phone, “You forgot all about me, fell in love, and now suddenly you call me for advice on how to treat a man's fucked-up-ness.” he said, and I heard him snort.I sat on my bed, a hint of a smile on my face. "Quit being dramatic, Jason. I never even called for advice."“But Phil happened to be the first thing you talked about with me after so many months of isolation." Is that jealousy I sense? It couldn't be. Jason and I only had this fling thing going between us, and that's where it ends."You know I couldn't do anything about the ‘no communication’ rule that was set

Andrew's POVThe nerve of him to ask about the same woman he treated like a criminal, like trash. My body vibrated with so much rage as I drove back to my pack, and before I could notice that I had been digging my own claws into my palms, I had already done a bit of damage. Tiny glimpses of blood flowed on the fleshy surface.Case closed; Alpha Phil was, without a doubt, an arse. He could do me the favour of going ahead being it since it's a good thing on my own end. As the driver pulled over at the front yard, I took out a handkerchief from my pocket and began to wipe off the traces of blood on my palm.I walked into the living room. “Back so early?" I lifted my gaze to see Rick who approached me, his gaze focused on my palm as I wiped it off with the handkerchief. “Yeah. And the meeting, huge bullshit."I replied without giving him any eye contact, my focus still on my bleeding palms.Rick rushed towards me and with so much urgency, he grabbed my arm. His eyes widened and mine dawned