Semua Bab You rejected your Luna: One Chance is all you Get. : Bab 171 - Bab 180

Lucas’ POVI woke abruptly in the middle of the night, breath ragged, my heart thumping as though I had been dragged out of some nightmare. But there was no dream to remember. Just confusion. Just the heavy weight pressing down on my chest that refused to let me rest.For a long while, I simply lay there, staring into the darkness of my chamber. My hand gripped the sheets tightly, as though it could anchor me, but it didn’t. The silence was thick, almost suffocating, and yet in my head, it was anything but quiet. Thoughts clashed against each other, pieces of memory tugging at me until my temples began to throb.It had been days since Selena’s return, and every hour since then had been unbearable. I had been kept busy, so busy that I hardly had a chance to breathe. Meetings, duties, responsibilities—all of them pushed into my hands as though to distract me from the truth of her presence. But distractions only worked for so long. Deep down, I knew why my chest ached the way it did.I h

Yvonne’s POVI sat up in bed, my mind restless even though my body craved the silence of sleep. It was useless trying to force it. The night had been heavy with thoughts, the kind that clawed at the corners of your chest until your lungs felt too tight to breathe.And then—like a low spark inside me—I felt it. My wolf jolted. A sudden, unwarranted leap, the kind that only happened when…“No…” I whispered under my breath, clutching at the sheets as though I could strangle the thought before it blossomed.But the sensation was unmistakable. My wolf had responded to his presence. To Lucas.I closed my eyes, willing the pulse inside me to steady. The possibility of it—of him being my mate—was like fire licking against dried leaves. Tempting, fierce, terrifying. And yet I couldn’t bring myself to accept it. Not him. Not now.The quiet of my quarters shattered when I turned and found him there. Standing. Silent. Watching me in that rigid, stiff way he always carried himself.“Lucas?” I blin

Laura POVLaura sat alone in her room, her knees tucked to her chest as she leaned against the headboard. The silence in the room was so sharp that every tiny sound—the tick of the clock, the faint rustle of the curtains against the night breeze—seemed to cut at her nerves. She hated this silence. It reminded her of how empty her place in this packhouse truly was.The door creaked open without a knock, and Gunner walked in as though he owned not just the room but her very existence. His presence filled the space instantly, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the floor. But his eyes didn’t even flicker toward her. Not once. He strode past her, heading straight for the wardrobe.Laura’s chest tightened. Again.He opened the wardrobe and began flipping through the rows of neatly arranged clothing, his hands pushing aside shirts, jackets, trousers—selecting, discarding, changing his mind. To him, it was as if she wasn’t even in the room. As though she were nothing more than a chai

Selena’s POVThe soft brush of the evening breeze danced across my skin as I stepped out of my chambers, the rustling of the trees outside the packhouse almost mocking me with their calm. I adjusted the folds of my dark crimson gown, letting my fingers linger on the smooth fabric longer than necessary. I had no reason to be nervous, not when I had already decided what tonight would become. Still, there was a faint uneasiness tugging at my chest—not hesitation, but something like annoyance at myself for even acknowledging the unnecessary anticipation.The Red Fang Alpha had requested to take me out, to dine and drink with him beneath the moonlit sky as if he thought himself worthy of my company. As though one date with him was some precious privilege.I scoffed inwardly. Men and their foolish egos.I hadn’t accepted because I wanted his company. I hadn’t accepted because of his wealth, or the influence he carried in his pack. No, I had agreed because I had already decided what role he

Lucas’ POVIt was well past dawn when I finally found myself standing by the wide window of Richard’s study. The morning sun was sluggish today, pale streaks of orange fighting to break through the clouds that hovered above the horizon. The packhouse was unusually quiet, only faint noises of footsteps echoing through the lower floors — the kind that felt like whispers of news no one wanted to deliver.I rubbed the back of my neck and leaned on the windowpane, eyes scanning the open courtyard below. A few pack guards moved around, but even their movements carried a strange tension. I didn’t need anyone to tell me something was wrong. I could feel it. The air itself seemed to carry a pulse of unease.When Richard’s voice broke the silence, I almost didn’t hear him.“They found the body early this morning,” he said, eyes fixed on a document in his hand. “The Red Fang Pack’s Alpha. Dead. In his own chambers.”I blinked once, twice. “You’re joking,” I muttered, trying to hide the disbelief