Alle Kapitel von You rejected your Luna: One Chance is all you Get. : Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 140

Alpha Jason’s POVI had them seated in the living room, the glow of the chandelier dim but still bright enough to cast long shadows against the walls. I had ordered one of the maidens to bring wine and food, not because I felt they deserved it, but because it was the manner of a gentleman—and I was no less.They had accepted, albeit stiffly, neither of them showing the slightest interest in the fine glasses set before them. Their bodies were here, but their minds were restless, perhaps trapped in the storm of reasons that had brought them to my doorstep.I folded my hands together and leaned back slightly. “To what do I owe this unexpected visit?” I asked, tone calm, measured, and void of any visible hostility. “Surely all is well?”Matteo shifted, his shoulders rolling back awkwardly as though trying to straighten a spine that had long lost its strength. A groan slipped out of him, faint but audible. He nodded once, curt and unsure. My eyes did not miss it, nor did I miss what came a

Alpha Jason’s POVI leaned back against the cushioned chair, watching the scene unfold before me with a patience I did not feel. Gunner’s face was crimson, his eyes wild with unrestrained fury, his hands trembling as if they itched to tear something, anything, apart. And yet, to me, it was entertaining. Too entertaining.A corner of my lips tugged upward. This is the man who dares claim Anna? I thought to myself. Unrefined, impulsive, wholly at the mercy of his rage. A wolf who has no command over his emotions is nothing but a danger to himself.But still… it amused me to see how far he would go, how much he would expose of himself, all for the girl resting quietly upstairs.My guards had already sensed the shift in tension, their boots grinding against the marble floor as they moved. With each forward step they took, Gunner mirrored it, closing the space between us as though the entire room belonged to his temper. The sight of it only sharpened my smirk.“Careful,” I muttered under m

Anna’s POVI sat quietly at the edge of my bed, my hands pressed gently against my stomach, feeling the faintest movement of life stirring within me. My breathing had steadied, though a strange heaviness weighed on my chest. I had been trying to ignore it all evening, pretending the air wasn’t as tense as it felt, but it clung stubbornly, refusing to let me rest.The room was silent, save for the occasional creak of the walls or the distant whisper of the night breeze. My window was cracked open, allowing the silver glow of the moon to slip through and scatter across the polished floor. The light was cold but comforting, a reminder that the world outside kept moving, even when my heart wrestled with uncertainty.And then I heard it.At first it was faint—muffled sounds rising from downstairs. A dull thud, a sharp crash, followed by the unmistakable growl of male voices locked in confrontation. My spine stiffened immediately.“What is happening…?” I whispered under my breath, straining

Gunner’s POVThe silence of the night was suffocating. Not the quiet kind that eases your mind, but the heavy, crushing type that makes you feel caged inside your own thoughts. The road we had taken away from Jason’s territory was darker than ink, the headlights of my car cutting only a thin line through it. Matteo sat stiffly beside me, shifting every so often as though the seat burned him.I gripped the wheel tightly, my knuckles straining white. My jaw ached from the way I kept clenching it, over and over again. The image of Jason’s hand slamming against me, the look of authority in his eyes, the strength I couldn’t match—it was carved into my skull. The humiliation ran deeper than the bruises, deeper than the ache in my ribs.He had thrown me out. Like a dog.I muttered a curse under my breath, low enough that Matteo might not catch it. But he did. He always did.“You’re insane, Gunner,” he muttered finally, his voice trembling. “You saw what he did to you. You think we can just w

Jason’s POVI rubbed the bridge of my nose with two fingers, exhaling slowly. My temples had begun to throb again, that dull ache that usually came whenever my mother pressed too hard on a subject I had already given my answer to.“Jason, I will not accept it,” she declared for the third time tonight, her tone sharp but trembling ever so slightly. “You cannot bring that girl with you overseas. It is unwise, irresponsible, and frankly, beneath the dignity of this family.”Her voice filled the room like a bitter perfume, suffocating, leaving no corner untouched. I leaned back into the armchair, legs stretched forward, my hand drumming against the polished wooden handle.“She is not just ‘that girl,’ Mother.” My reply was quieter, but steady. “Her name is Anna.”Mother’s eyes narrowed, her hands folding tightly in front of her chest. She stood near the fireplace, its warm glow throwing her shadow long across the wall. Even at her age, she carried herself with the same elegance and author