All Chapters of The Luna’s Second Life: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Violetta’s POVThe walls in this packhouse had ears.You just needed to know where to stand.I leaned against the cool stone of the corridor, far enough from Nolan’s office not to be seen, but close enough to catch pieces of his voice. The words were muffled, scattered by the closed door, but one name cut through like a blade: John Orson.So… they still hadn’t found him.Good.Every extra day John stayed in hiding was another day the cracks in their precious hierarchy deepened. Nolan’s tone had that familiar edge of half rage, half desperation. I’d heard it before, in another life, when things were slipping beyond his control.A door creaked, and footsteps echoed. I slipped into the shadows of the stairwell, my heartbeat steady. Nolan’s scent trailed down the hall, laced with something faint… a stranger’s scent. A rogue.Interesting.So he was reaching outside the pack for help now. That meant he was desperate enough to pay for information and desperate enough to take risks. Risks I c

Violetta’s POVThe warm steam wrapped around me, but it couldn’t melt the ache in my legs from hours of walking. I let the water run over my shoulders, erasing the dirt, the leaves, and the sting of failure from chasing a trail I’d known was false.Still… he’d followed it anyway.Theodore was stubborn. Suspicious. The type who could smell a lie before you finished speaking it. Yet, for now, he hadn’t called me out. Maybe because part of him wanted to believe me, or perhaps because I was too much of an inconvenience to fight tonight.I shut off the water and reached for the towel, my mind ticking ahead. Sleeping under his roof was no accident. I needed to see how far I could push him before he snapped, how much ground I could claim without him realizing I’d already started the war.When I finally stepped out of the bathroom, my hair damp and clinging to my neck, he was still there, leaning on the wall like he’d been waiting the entire time.As I stood in the doorway, still towel-wrappe

Nolan’s POV“What do you mean it’s been a false lead this whole time?” I slammed my palm against the desk, the sound cutting through the room like a whip crack.Rogan stood in front of me, calm as ever, but his eyes were sharp, calculating. “Because it was meant to be. The trail was too clean, too consistent. It took me longer than I liked to confirm it, but the tracks were laid deliberately. Beta John wanted you chasing shadows.”I gritted my teeth. “So he’s been playing me.”“He’s been playing everyone,” Rogan corrected, voice even. “I’ve tracked men who didn’t want to be found before. He’s good, but not perfect. The fact that he had to fake a trial means he’s covering something.”I leaned forward, both hands gripping the edge of the desk. “And you’re only telling me now because…?”“Because I don’t bring half-baked answers,” he said without flinching. “You’d have moved your forces on my word alone, and if I’d been wrong, we’d be even further from him. I don’t guess, Nolan. I confirm.

Beta John's POVCarissa’s voice trembled as she paced the cramped room, her usual sharpness replaced by something raw and uneasy. “They’re closing in on us faster than we thought. It’s not just Nolan’s men anymore... Theodore is looking too.”Her hands were tight fists. Every so often her eyes flicked to the window, like she expected something to be standing there.“How long do you think we can keep this up?” I asked. My voice came out low. “They’ll figure out the leads were fake sooner or later.”She stopped mid-step, swallowed, then shook her head. “That’s the problem. They’re not dumb, Dad. Every dead end just makes them hungrier. And with Theodore in it now…” Her words trailed, but I already knew.I nodded grimly. Theodore’s reputation wasn’t something to take lightly. He was relentless, calculated, and most dangerous of all, personal.Carissa stopped pacing and stared at me. “We need a new plan. We can’t keep hiding forever. If they catch us... It’s over.”Fear flickered in her ey

Violetta’s POVThe firelight caught the sharp line of Theodore’s jaw, painting it in gold and shadow. For a heartbeat, I almost forgot why my chest felt tight.I pulled my gaze from the window. Snow whispered against the glass, soft but constant.“What about my room?” I asked suddenly. “Is it fixed?”He didn’t blink. “Not yet. You’ll stay here until it is.”My brows drew together. “It’s been days, Theodore. How long does it take to replace a bed and a few walls?”His eyes locked on mine, that quiet, heavy stare that made me feel like he could strip me bare without touching me.“It wasn’t just walls,” he said. “And I’m not letting you move back until every trace of what happened is gone.”I swallowed. It wasn’t just about rebuilding. This was about safety. About control. He made sure nothing like that ever happened again… or I didn’t get too far from his reach.Folding my arms, I kept my gaze steady. “Do you think all this has to do with me?”“Everything in this pack has to do with you