Lahat ng Kabanata ng You rejected your Luna: One Chance is all you Get. : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Mattias’ POVI hadn’t seen her in two days. Not because I didn’t want to. Because I couldn’t.The council had been circling like vultures. One misstep — one moment too soft, too human — and they would use it to paint me unfit. They had done it before, to stronger men, for lesser sins.So I stayed away.It wasn’t easy.Every time I passed the corridor that led to her chambers, I had to remind myself not to look. Not to stop. Not to care. But I did.She was never far from my mind. Not when I was eating, not when I was listening to council drivel, not even when I was asleep. I wondered if she was still waiting — or if she had started learning not to.That was the part that cut.Lucas had met me that morning before the sun was up. He didn’t need to say much. The look in his eyes said enough. Another messenger caught — this one younger, bolder. He had been headed east, past the borders of Hollow Vale.Same seal. Same handwriting. Gunner’s old allies were listening. That kind of listening o

Mattias's POVThe council chamber was colder than usual. It always was this early, before the fire had been properly stoked, before the day’s warmth had any chance to seep in. But the chill didn’t bother me.What bothered me was the fact that Richard was already seated when I walked in. Relaxed, legs crossed, hands folded like that meeting was always his idea. Like I was the one who was late to something important.He greeted me with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.“Alpha,” he said smoothly.“Richard,” I returned flatly.Elders filed in after him. Not all the elders, but enough to feel coordinated. Enough to know this wasn’t just another early morning briefing. Elder Corra entered last, her steps slow, her posture as upright as ever. Her presence alone set the tone. They brought her here for weight, for symbolism.I took my seat without asking what this was about.I didn’t have to wait long.Richard motioned to the attendant by the side door, and she stepped aside to revea

Anna’s POVThe note came without notice, passed under my door before day broke, while the majority of the household was still asleep. It was just a plain piece of paper with no fine parchment or ribbons or seals. It bore only the healer’s circle mark and an invitation: a formal tea gathering. The first public acknowledgment I’d received among Black Rock’s senior female ranks.The paper was longer than I anticipated, folding it into a smaller square before putting it inside my chest pocket where others would be unable to see it.This wasn’t about comfort or welcome. It was about strategy. About position. About survival.The morning light wasn't as intense when I wore my dress. My choice was a dark tunic soft and free enough for me to move without drawing attention and to maintain quiet authority. My boots had been polished but still wore out, the leather in front a visual reminder of how long it's been in touch with the ground under my feet. I tied my hair back without any add on's—

Callista’s POVI never expected rejection to taste this bitter.I knew Mattias might resist. After all, choosing a Luna is never simple — especially when the pack’s bloodline, alliances, and tradition are involved. But I believed I was the answer. The future he should accept. The future the council has carefully crafted.Instead, I was brushed aside like a bothersome shadow.Not because I lack grace or refinement. I have both in abundance. Not because I lack lineage or influence, my bloodline is as strong and noble as any at Black Rock. Not because I’m not capable… I was raised to lead, trained in politics, diplomacy, and the subtle arts of persuasion.No.Mattias dismissed me.Coldly.Without hesitation.And the source of his rejection? A woman who walks into the pack without titles or noble blood. An omega. An orphan.Anna.And the child she carries.The fact that she remains, unbroken, unbowed — standing in the center of Black Rock’s shifting tides — enrages me more than any insult

Anna’s POVThe minute I walked out of the council hall, within me, I felt a shift in the general direction which things where heading to. It wasn't something with an outward expression, rather inwardly, I could feel the invisible weight pressed against my chest. The pack was going through a reform. And not in ways I could influence.I wasn't blind to their expressions, the way they glanced at me with half hidden intentions, the way their whispers of shadowed intent surfaces when my name came into discussion. The supply incident had ignited the fire and now it's range extended far beyond the war room. It felt as if my footing had become less certain. I moved away from the trouble hall and walked towards the healers wing. Yvonne was already there, seated calmly and composed as usual. She was busy, sorting fresh herbs in their small containers. The scent from the herbs filling the air, the air— a mix of mint and lavender.Her eyes left to the herbs to my direction. I saw the warmth i