Semua Bab You rejected your Luna: One Chance is all you Get. : Bab 201 - Bab 210

Laura’s POVI didn’t realize I had been holding my breath until I reached the edge of our street. My feet dragged on the gravel road, my vision blurry from the endless tears streaming down my cheeks. The night air was cold, painfully so, but it did nothing to numb the ache in my chest. I had no idea how I managed to walk all the way home; I only knew that I needed to get away—from him, from that pack, from the humiliation still echoing in my head.My bag hung loosely from my arm, the strap nearly torn from how tightly I’d clutched it earlier. I didn’t even have the strength to wipe my tears anymore. Every few steps, a sob escaped my throat—loud, broken, pitiful.‘He really did it…’ I whispered internally. ‘He rejected me.’The memory played over and over again like a cruel loop. Gunner’s face—cold, impassive, almost lifeless—his words cutting through me like shards of glass. There had been no hesitation, no flicker of remorse. Just finality.By the time I reached the porch, my mother

Gunner’s POVEvery nerve in my body burned with restlessness.Selena.That name alone sent a cold ache straight down my spine. I could still hear Richard’s voice echoing in my head — calm, calculating, yet soaked in venom — as he explained everything she had been doing behind our backs. Every trick. Every manipulation. Every move she made to turn Lucas into her puppet.My blood boiled.I didn’t even realize my claws had extended until the railing beneath my hands creaked, leaving faint marks across the metal. I shut my eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath through my teeth.“She’s playing with fire,” I muttered under my breath. “And she thinks no one will burn her for it.”The image of her — that smug, cold expression she always wore — flashed before my eyes, and for a fleeting moment, I saw myself strangling that look off her face. I wanted nothing more than to end it right here, right now.But I couldn’t.Not yet.Richard’s words had been clear: “Wait for my call. Don’t act unt

Laura’s POVThe moment I helped Father onto the couch, he grunted and waved me off, his pride refusing to let him show weakness even when he could barely lift his own arm. Mother hurried to get the first aid box, muttering prayers under her breath, while I went straight to the kitchen to prepare some tea.The kettle whistled before I even realized how long I’d been staring at it. My hands trembled as I poured the hot water, the steam brushing my face like a reminder that I was still alive—though I wished, for a moment, that I wasn’t.My father’s voice carried sharply through the house. “You must’ve done something wrong, Laura. There’s no other explanation.”His tone was harsh, cutting through the air like broken glass.I froze, the teacup halfway to the tray. My throat felt dry, my heart pounding so loud I thought the sound alone might shatter the porcelain in my hand.“Father…” I whispered, unable to look him in the eye.He slammed his palm on the arm of the couch. “Don’t ‘Father’ me

Melissa’s POVThe air in the living room was heavier than it should’ve been. I didn’t expect Jason to walk in that quickly, not when his mother was already seconds away from saying something she shouldn’t. Her lips froze halfway through her words, and I could feel my heartbeat rise in confusion and unease.For a moment, nobody spoke. Only the faint tick of the clock by the window filled the silence, slow and steady like a heartbeat refusing to calm. Jason’s mother quickly composed herself, brushing her hands against her apron as though the fabric could hide her discomfort. Then, in the faintest, most practiced voice she could manage, she said, “Jason is just… different now. Everyone has noticed it.”Different.That word stung more than it should have.I turned toward Jason, hoping to find something in his face—some glimmer of recognition, some softness that would make me believe he was still the man I once knew. But his expression was unreadable, carved from something cold and distant

Lucas’s POVThe morning light poured through the half-drawn curtains, slicing across the bed in pale gold stripes. I sat at the edge, fingers brushing over the creases on my trousers, willing my mind to stop wandering. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror opposite the bed—hair slightly tousled, jaw set, eyes too heavy for someone who had barely lived through dawn.Behind me, the sheets rustled softly.“Lucas…” her voice was light, coaxing, dripping with honeyed sleep. I didn’t have to turn around to know she was smiling. I could feel it—the deliberate warmth in her tone, the subtle tug at my restraint.I exhaled, already feeling the unease coil around my chest. “You should get more rest,” I murmured, buttoning the cuff of my shirt.The bed dipped as she shifted, and before I knew it, slender arms slid around my waist. Her skin was warm, and she pressed her cheek against my back. “Or,” she whispered, “you could stay… just a little longer. It’s still early, husband.”The word