All Chapters of You rejected your Luna: One Chance is all you Get. : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

3rd Person's POVThe great hall of Black Rock Pack was known for two things: Its cold, stone walls and the ruthless voices that echoed within them.Tonight, both were in full force.The council had gathered behind the thick, double-locked doors. Twelve members sat at the long obsidian table, their expressions carved from skepticism and sharpened by rank. Wolves of prestige, age, and cunning. But none more so than the man seated directly to Mattias’ right—Richard King.Mattias didn’t speak at first.He sat at the main chair of the table, arms crossed, seated almost uncaring, even though the room was filled with disapproval.Richard broke the silence, his fingers tightly meshed, his eyes narrowed, centering on Mattias like a predator that had picked its target prey, “You’ve returned from Dark Claw. And brought… her.”Mattias tilted his head slightly, green kiwi eyes gleaming under the low light, “Her name is Anna.”The name alone was enough to stir a ripple around the room.Richard’s mo

Anna’s POVThe evening carried a quiet weight. A hush that felt both promising and perilous. I passed the mansion's dining hall doors halfway. I didn't know where to place my emotions, between excitement or dread.The corridors had been silent throughout the day, as though the walls themselves were holding their breath.Mattias asked, no, he had invited me, to dine with him. Not as Mattias the Alpha, or Anna the Luna. But as two people trying to understand each other.A concept both terrifying and necessary.I straightened my blouse again, taking air to my lungs. The movement I felt from the baby in my stomach was a reminder that I wasn't alone.It was a debt from me to him, or her, to learn, to survive and trust. Maybe, just maybe, risk believing in a version of us beyond protector and protected.Mattias stood a little further from the door, the candle lights reflected his broad shoulders. His expression lingered between something like warmth and regret, I couldn't decide.When I wa

Anna’s POVThe next day, the light from the morning sun came soft and gentle, an indicator of the brimming of new things. I woke feeling… hopeful. A luxury I hadn’t indulged in months.I got up from the bed and touched my belly gently. It felt warm, and it made me happy knowing I carried a promised life. I tucked the loose strands of my hair behind my ear and my gaze shifted to the mirror where I observed my image. In it, the tightness around my eyes had reduced. I felt I had on a garment of hope I needed to master.Mattias was already gone when I emerged into the bright corridor, off early with the patrols, I guessed. Breakfast awaited in the garden, they said. Without a thought, I walked barefooted over the dewy coated ground as cold air touched my skin. I did as I was told, carrying a basket of fruit and bread he’d ordered for me.The scent in the air was lavender, mixed with the dewy scent of earth. A promise. I walked through the wormy paths. As expected, Yvonne stood waiting

Anna’s POVThe morning sunlight filtered its way into my room through the curtains which felt like a healing warmth to me. I woke up, warped partially in my blanket. My immediate thoughts going back to what I said the night before.Mattias sat in the chair by the window, partially facing me, his arms placed firmly on his knees. He didn't change his seating posture when I opened my eyes but instead, he kept watching me.For a moment, I was tempted to shield myself from his gaze using the covers and pretend none of it had happened. But when I looked at him, I didn’t have the passion to act on it.He smiled. To me, it was almost a blush as he said, “Good morning.” “Morning.” I said, my voice slightly hoarsed.Then the room went silent again, filled with an underlying tension but yet, it felt very different from the atmosphere that came with fear or guilt. It hummed with something softer. Something like hope.Then Yvonne entered the room, holding breakfast in her hands; a tray of fresh

Anna’s POVThe days slid into each other, like shadows across a stone path. I noticed how Mattias changed, though he didn’t admit it. He walked slower, spoke less, and watched the pack with a steady, distant gaze—like he was always on guard. I found myself searching his eyes, looking for the warmth that had been there before, but lately it flickered and faded like a candle in a breeze.Morning light found me curled in the big bed, alone. I hadn’t slept next to him in days. He said it was precaution, that the guards had been doubled, that the pack needed more protection. I nodded, accepted it, and yet my insides ached with an emptiness I couldn’t name.That night, after dinner, I followed him into the study. He was leaning against the desk, arms crossed over his chest.“M-Mttias?” I said, quietly. “Can we talk?”He looked up, expression unreadable.He pulled out a chair across from him. His guard closed the door softly and stepped out. My throat was tight.“I feel… distance,” I said. “