Lahat ng Kabanata ng You rejected your Luna: One Chance is all you Get. : Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

Selena’s POVThe morning light spilled across my chamber in long, golden streaks, soft enough to look warm but never to feel it. I had not slept. I didn’t need to. My body was still and rested, but my mind had been alert through every hour of the night — replaying the scene in slow fragments, the flicker of firelight against his terrified eyes, the way his hand had trembled when he realized too late what kind of woman he had invited into his world.The leader of the Red Fang pack. Once proud. Once foolish enough to think he could touch me.Now nothing more than another stain in my memory — one I would never lose sleep over.I sat at my dresser, brushing through my hair with measured calm, each motion as gentle as if I were preparing for an ordinary day. In the mirror, my reflection didn’t betray a single thought. My eyes looked tranquil, lips soft, skin glowing faintly from the lantern’s golden hue. But beneath that illusion lay a shadow, coiled and patient — the part of me that smile

Lucas’s POVThe hallway was quiet, too quiet for my liking. Every step I took echoed against the marble tiles, bouncing off the walls and following me like a ghost I couldn’t shake off. My heart thudded a little too loud, and no matter how much I tried to steady my breath, the silence kept pressing down harder, heavier—like the walls themselves were listening.I needed to find Richard. Now.The words of the Red Fang wolves still clung to my ears like a curse, the lies Selena had fed them replaying in my mind again and again, twisting everything I thought I knew. The more I thought about it, the more the pieces began to fit—and the more terrified I became.I’d seen Selena lie before. She was always calm, always smooth, her tongue sharper than any blade. But this time… this was different. There was a darkness in her tone, a calculated serenity that could only come from someone who had crossed a line and never planned to turn back.As I approached the main corridor, I saw two guards stan

Anna’s POVThe night had never felt this long.The streets stretched endlessly before me, glistening faintly beneath the pale kiss of the moonlight. Every stone I stepped on echoed back at me, a small, hollow reminder that I was alone. Alone in a world that felt too wide, too cold, and too cruel for someone like me—and for the small life I held close to my chest.My baby was asleep. Thank the Goddess, he was. His tiny breaths brushed against my collarbone, steady and soft, the only sound that kept me tethered to the fragile sense of calm I was trying so desperately to hold onto. I’d wrapped him tightly in a thin blanket, shielding him from the wind that whispered through the narrow lanes. The night air was cruel—biting and restless—but it was the only company I had left.Each step I took felt heavier than the last. I didn’t even know where I was going. The lights of the packhouse were far behind me now, reduced to mere specks swallowed by the darkness. I shouldn’t have left, at least

Anna’s POVThe streets were quieter than I remembered. The night had fallen with a strange sort of heaviness—one that pressed against my shoulders and made the weight of my baby feel even more pronounced in my arms. I held him closer, his tiny breaths warming the crook of my neck. His small face, buried beneath the soft cloth, looked so peaceful. He was asleep, blissfully unaware of the world or the foolishness of his mother who had wandered too far from safety.I had left Europe behind, left the only stability I had known in so long, and for what? Freedom? A chance to think? Or perhaps, I told myself, it was to breathe without the shadow of regret hovering over me. But as the wind grew colder and my feet grew sore, I realized I had traded warmth for loneliness.The moon hung low and heavy in the sky, pale and distant, casting long silver threads over the cobbled street. Every sound seemed louder—the scrape of my boots, the quiet coo of my child, the faint hum of the distant tavern wh

Anna’s POVThe following morning came slower than most. I woke to the soft hum of the wind brushing against the windowpane, and for once, I didn’t feel entirely alone. The room was quiet—eerily so—but I could hear faint movements outside, the sound of someone pacing the corridor, and the faint, deep tone of Jason’s voice.He was still here.That realization alone made my chest tighten in a strange, unexplainable way. He hadn’t left my side since that night. Since the moment he brought me home and stood his ground against his mother’s cruel words. I remembered the way his tone had dropped, how his stare had hardened when he said she was staying. I was staying.Even now, thinking about it, it didn’t feel real.“Are you awake?” came his voice through the half-open door, low and patient, like he already knew the answer.“Yes,” I replied softly, my voice slightly hoarse.The door creaked open and there he was again — casual, calm, dressed in a soft grey shirt with the sleeves rolled up, hi