Semua Bab You rejected your Luna: One Chance is all you Get. : Bab 191 - Bab 200

Anna’s POVThe entire day felt like a blur. I didn’t even realize how tightly I had been holding my breath until I found myself sitting alone in the room Jason had arranged for me, the same one that had begun to feel a little too warm for comfort. My hands trembled slightly as I clasped them together, thinking back to the woman I had just met—Melissa Nightstar.Even her name sounded like it had weight to it, like something destined, fated, carved into the moonlight by the Goddess herself. I could still see the moment she walked in, the delicate sway of her long hair, her confident stride as though she had walked into a place she already owned. She didn’t hesitate before wrapping her arms around Jason, right in front of me.And I had stood there, pretending not to care.Pretending was something I’d gotten good at lately.My mind replayed Jason’s reaction—his stunned silence, the sharpness in his eyes that quickly dulled when his mother stepped in, fabricating that lie so easily. “She’s

Selena’s POVI stood by the upper balcony, my fingers lightly grazing the railing, cold iron biting at my skin. The moon hung low tonight, veiled in thin streaks of gray cloud. It was watching me, I could almost feel its judging glare. Perhaps it had seen everything, all the things I had done, and the things I was about to do.Lucas.He stood in the center of the courtyard, tall and broad-shouldered, the dim torchlight painting golden hues over his hair. The crowd had gathered around him—pack members, betas, deltas, all whispering in reverence and curiosity. Their eyes gleamed with unspoken questions, none daring to utter them.I could see the faint nervous tremor in his fingers as he straightened his ceremonial cloak. He didn’t want to be here, not like this. He didn’t want any of it. Yet here he was—my chosen one.He didn’t know that I could see through the cracks of his silence. I had seen the way his eyes darkened every time he caught me watching him. He knew. Goddess help him, he

Yvonne’s POVSeven days. That was all we had.Richard’s words from earlier still echoed in my head, slicing through the quiet like the edge of a well-sharpened dagger. “In seven days, we take her out.”Take her out.The simplicity of those words was deceptive. It wasn’t that easy. Nothing involving Selena ever was.I had seen what she could do—the way her presence could silence a room, the way her eyes, so deceptively calm, could see through you until you wished you could crawl out of your own skin. She wasn’t just cunning; she was calculated, patient, a serpent disguised in silk and warmth.And now she was making Lucas the new Alpha.I didn’t understand it. Out of everyone in this pack, why him? Why not Richard, who’d been bred for the role, trained from childhood to lead? Why not any of the older wolves who had earned their stripes through battle and loyalty?Why Lucas, the quiet one with the haunted eyes?Maybe that was the point. Maybe she saw something in him we couldn’t—somethi

Jason’s POVI didn’t even have time to react before Melissa’s hand found mine and pulled me down the dimly lit hallway. Her fingers were soft—too soft—and yet, they felt like iron shackles around my wrist. I could have easily pulled away, of course, but at that moment, I didn’t. I don’t even know why. Maybe it was the stunned silence that followed the near-kiss I’d almost shared with Anna… or perhaps the heavy guilt that weighed in my chest like a stone.The kitchen lights were on when we arrived, pale and golden against the marbled counters. The faint hum of the refrigerator filled the silence, and the air was thick with the lingering scent of warm bread and lavender detergent—faint, domestic, suffocating.Melissa let go of my hand only after she stepped in. She moved with deliberate grace, like a cat that knew it was being watched. Her silk robe brushed against the floor, and the dim lighting shimmered faintly on the fabric, tracing her curves in a way that was obviously intentional

Gunner’s POVThe journey back home felt longer than it should have. Every turn of the wheel, every stretch of darkened road, pressed heavier against my chest. The night outside my window blurred into streaks of black and silver, but none of it could pull me out of the mess brewing inside my head.Failure. That was the word echoing through every inch of me.I failed to bring her back.My hands tightened around the steering wheel as the thought repeated itself again and again, like a curse I couldn’t shake. My eyes burned, not from exhaustion—though I had plenty of that—but from the weight of frustration and guilt sitting just behind them.By the time the gates to my territory came into view, dawn had already started breaking. A thin streak of pale gold began to stretch across the horizon, soft and cold, the kind of light that makes everything look too honest.As the guards opened the gates, I barely acknowledged them. I drove straight through, the tires crunching on the gravel as I sto