All Chapters of You rejected your Luna: One Chance is all you Get. : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Richard’s POVThe night had grown unusually still. Even the crickets that usually sang endlessly around this hour seemed to have lost their voice. I sat by the wooden table in my study, the faint crackle of the lantern flame the only sound to keep me company. Papers lay scattered across the surface—ledgers, patrol reports, letters I had yet to reply to—but my eyes were unfocused, tracing words I wasn’t truly reading.I rubbed my temples slowly, the weight of the day pressing hard on my skull. My shoulders ached from the long hours spent overseeing the warriors’ training, and my thoughts had wandered too many times to places I shouldn’t let them linger.“Father?”The soft voice startled me. I lifted my head sharply, and my gaze landed on her—my daughter.She stood hesitantly by the doorframe, the lantern’s glow casting a halo around her figure. Her hands were clasped together in front of her, twisting nervously, her eyes downcast in a way that made my chest tighten.I straightened in m

Gunner’s POVThe scent was gone.I dragged a breath through my nostrils, pulling the air deeper, sharper, until it burned my lungs. Nothing. No trace of her—no warmth of the familiar sweetness that clung to Anna whenever she moved, no whisper of her through the halls, nothing but the stale mix of wood polish and faint smoke that always lingered in this place.My jaw tightened as I walked down the length of the corridor, my boots echoing too loudly against the marble. Jason. He was gone. Not just him, but his family too. And Anna… Anna was with them.My fists curled at my side, my wolf clawing inside me for release. “Damn it,” I muttered under my breath. I tilted my head back slightly, closing my eyes, focusing harder—sometimes scent trails were faint, sometimes hidden beneath others. But even if they were covered, even if Jason tried to mask them, I should have picked up something.Nothing.The bastard had planned this. He left without a single footprint for me to follow.I pushed ope

Richard’s POVI had spent hours preparing this place, making sure every stone, every corner, and every passageway was accounted for. No stray scent lingered, no misplaced trace of footsteps except mine. The room stretched wide, like an ancient council hall buried beneath time, its air carrying the faint musk of oak and polished marble. A long table dominated the center, its surface gleaming faintly under the dim glow, chairs arranged neatly around it as though awaiting kings—or wolves.I took a seat at the head of the table, fingers drumming against the polished wood, and listened to the hollow echo it produced. Secure. Quiet. Detached from every listening ear and watching eye. This place was mine, carved into existence out of necessity. And tonight, it was the only place we could speak freely.When Lucas arrived, his steps heavy and purposeful, I could already read the disapproval written across his face. He scanned the room, his brows furrowing as he dragged his gaze across the lant

Alpha Jason’s POVThe night air clung to my skin with the salty tang of the sea.From the pier, I stood watching as my pack warriors moved tirelessly, each one carrying boxes, trunks, crates—every possession that mattered—onto the vast ferry that waited at the dock. It wasn’t just any ship. It was mine. Every polished board, every gleaming lantern, every gold-threaded banner bearing the crest of my house belonged to me.It towered like a beast against the waves, grander than anything else that had dared to grace these waters in decades. The hull was blackened oak, carved with lines so sharp they glimmered like obsidian when the moonlight struck. The sails were folded for now, but even at rest, the ship looked alive, like it had lungs waiting to breathe in the winds of the open sea.I could feel the pride swell in my chest, though I did not show it. My wealth had been spoken of across regions, envied, whispered about behind closed doors, but even so, no rumor did justice to the sight o

Selena’s POVI sat at the edge of my desk, eyes fixed on the glowing screen of my phone as the message blinked back at me. A message from a top Alpha in town. My lips curved upward almost immediately, though I quickly masked it with the calm, poised expression I always wore before others.The proposal. Finally, a response.I leaned back slowly in my chair, crossing one leg over the other, the long fabric of my gown falling in graceful folds down to the ground. The evening breeze slipped gently through the half-open window, stirring the pale curtains, carrying the faint smell of pine and woodsmoke into the room. I tapped my finger rhythmically against the armrest, my mind already racing ahead into what this could mean for my pack.New opportunities. A chance to establish connections and resources that Mattias could never dream of giving. The thought alone made me release a soft sigh of satisfaction. He had once thought himself fit to lead, but he had never understood what true leadersh