All Chapters of The Luna’s Second Life: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Violetta's POV It had been almost two days. Two days of ducking behind walls and slipping out of rooms the second I sensed his presence and pretending I wasn't suffocating under the weight of everything he said.Mate.The word haunted me. I haven't slept properly since. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way he’d looked at me, not just with certainty, but with something deeper. Something that made my chest tighten and my breath hitch.I hated it.I hated that he’d known all this time. While I was crawling through darkness, begging the goddess for a sign, Theodore had been walking around with the answer, keeping it to himself.Why hadn’t he told me?Why now?Was it out of pity? A strategy? Or just a cruel twist of the goddess’s game?I sat by the frozen stream just outside the training grounds and pulled my knees to my chest. The cold didn’t bother me, not today. My skin felt numb, but my thoughts wouldn’t stop racing.If Nolan were my mate… How could Theodore be, too? Was it beca

Theodore’s POVThe sharp metallic scent of blood still hung in the air when I arrived. I hadn’t even crossed the border fully before I felt the chaos. The mind-link buzzed with panicked voices, scattered thoughts, and pain. The pack was under attack.Nolan failed.I tore through the forest, shifting mid-run, my wolf charging ahead with nothing but fury and instinct to protect Silver Moon Frost Park. My claws ripped through the underbrush, and I leapt straight into the battlefield. Rogues, at least ten, were scattered across Silvermoon territory, bodies already falling on both sides.Nolan’s wolves were disorganized and defensive. His command, if he even gave one, was weak. His Beta was nowhere in sight.I didn’t hesitate.I tore into the nearest rogue, jaws clamping around his throat. He didn’t even get the chance to scream. Another came at me from the side. I ducked, twisted, and launched at him, snapping his leg like a twig before tossing him into a tree. The satisfying crunch was d

Nolan’s POVI was mad.The ground still trembled where he’d stood, like his presence had poisoned the very air I breathed. Theodore. He waltzed in like a storm, tore everything apart, and left like it was his damn birthright.I could still feel his fists, not on my skin, but in my soul. The humiliation of it. The fact that I, Alpha Nolan, was laid bare like some untrained pup while he stood tall, untouched.My ego… "Bruised" wasn't the word. It was shattered. He didn’t even hesitate. He never does. Just sweeps in, commands the room like it owes him everything.Like I don’t exist.My knuckles cracked as I clenched them. I wanted to scream, break something, and bleed someone. But I stood still, chest heaving, heart thundering.This isn’t over.It can’t be.He thinks he can return from the shadows and take what I’ve built? No. Not this time. Not again.I need to find Beta John immediately. If there’s anyone who deserves my wrath right now, it’s him.I stormed down the hallway, ignoring t

Beta John’s POV"Shut the damn curtain, Carissa. You want them to sniff us out this quickly?""I'm just checking if the patrol passed, Father.""You’ve checked five times in ten minutes. Sit down and stop twitching like a rabbit.""We shouldn’t have run," murmured my wife from the corner. "This place reeks of rogues. It’s beneath us.""We didn’t run. We relocated," I hissed. "And believe me, I’d rather lie in a pit of burning coals than rot in Silvermoon’s dungeons."Carissa scoffed. "And yet you left behind everything, our home, our name... all because of her. That Crescent witch.""Watch your mouth!" I snapped. "You think I don’t regret underestimating that girl? I should’ve ended her the night her parents died.""But you didn’t," Carissa muttered. "And now she’s back. Different. Stronger. It's like she's not even”"She’s cursed," I interrupted. "Or blessed. Either way, she’s not natural."My wife looked up sharply. "You think the prophecy”."Don’t say that word," I growled. "Not he

Violetta’s POVI couldn’t sleep.The fire crackled in the hearth, but it didn’t warm me. Not really. Not when my thoughts were still trapped in the training yard… in his voice.“Nothing goes for nothing, sweetheart.”“You want answers… Start thinking of something worth my while.”I hated the way my heart fluttered when he said things like that. I hated that I didn’t shut him down immediately. But most of all, I hated that part of me… the foolish, reckless part, wanted to play his games.I already knew who started the fire. Deep down, I had always known. But asking Theodore was never really about confirmation. It was about control. And now, he had it. Or at least… a piece of it.I kicked off my boots and paced, arms wrapped tightly around my waist. My chamber felt too small, too quiet, and too loud all at once.What did he mean by something “worthwhile”?Would I give it to him?Why did I even want to?A rough knock on the door broke the spiral.I stiffened.Then it opened without waiti