Second Chance for the Barren Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 301 - チャプター 310

Talia’s POVMarco brought Jason to the border in a convoy of five of our vehicles, each one filled with elite warriors except for Jason’s seat. We came in a different car with Father. Leslie had set him up with a portable IV and a reclining chair. Solon and Nolan were in the front. I sat in the back with Father and held his hand the entire ride.We got out at the border of Silverfang territory. Jason was already standing outside his vehicle, surrounded by the elite warriors. He looked calm and relaxed as if this were just a normal routine. Jason saw Father in the chair, and he smiled.“He looks great. Really. The picture of health,” Jason mocked. “You sure you want to waste a potion on him? He looks like he might not make it through the next hour, let alone the day.”“Shut up, Jason,” Solon said.“I’m just saying. The dormant potion knocks him out for what, twelve hours? Twenty-four? You all keep telling yourselves he’ll wake up, but I’m not so sure. A man in his shape goes to sleep,

Talia’s POVNolan looked awful. He had dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in days. The scratches I left on his neck were covered with bandages. Nolan had stayed in that chair by my bed the whole time I was unconscious, and seeing him there made me feel so guilty that I had to look away.‘He will forgive us,’ my wolf reassured me.‘I don’t deserve forgiveness for hurting him like this,’ I said, and then noticed an envelope on the table next to the bed. My father’s handwriting was on the front.I picked it up with shaking hands and opened it.Talia,If you are reading this, I have died by Jason’s trickery. I knew from the start that something was wrong when Jason offered you the potions. He is just like his father. Michael coveted Silverfang's power, and I suspected Jason felt the same. With my death, I was right.Do not blame Nolan. I asked him to end my life if the potion made me lose control. He didn’t want to. He fought me, but I made him promise because there was no

Talia’s POVThe next day gray clouds hung low over Silverfang, making it feel like the Moon Goddess was mourning with us. I stood in front of my mirror, studying my reflection. My hair was pulled back in a bun. I wore the Rosecrest with a simple, black gown. Nolan came in quietly and closed the door with a soft click. He wore a black suit, which made his eyes look even more intense."Are you okay?” he asked.I shook my head. "No, but I will be.”Nolan turned me gently to face him. His thumbs brushed against my collarbone in small, soothing circles. "Talia, you don’t have to be strong in front of me.”I looked up at him and saw concern in every line of his face. I wanted to lean into him and let him hold me until the pain faded. But there was no time. Lately, there never seemed to be enough time.“I can’t,” I told him, “because if I let myself now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to pull myself back together.”Nolan studied me for a short moment before nodding. "I already double-checked

Nolan’s POVMarco did not hesitate. He reached out and grabbed Kent firmly by the arm, ready to drag him toward the exit. Kent jerked his arm free with a quick twist. He shoved Marco backward, then turned sharply to face me, his eyes blazing with anger."You do not get to make that call. Solon is the Alpha King, not you,” Kent growled. “You are disrespecting him by deciding what happens to me without his word!"My wolf bristled, hackles rising with a low growl as Kent defied my order. Still, he was right. I did not really have the right to decide his fate, even if I was sure Solon would not challenge me."Stand down, Marco. My apologies. I acted rashly."That was not true. I had been thinking about it for the past hour, ever since the Harvest Gathering. Letting Kent think he had the upper hand did not cost me anything."Marrying the Alpha King's daughter does not make you superior to me, Nolan. We are both Alphas. You do not get to order my exile because you do not like my suggestions

Talia’s POVI walked down the path to the rose garden. The maids were there when I turned the last corner. Two of them were pruning the bushes while the other held a basket.“Hello, Princess Talia,” one of them greeted me. “Do you need anything tonight?”“No. Please leave me alone,” I said flatly, my voice coming out harsher than intended.They exchanged uneasy glances, one whispering to the other two, before both bowed and walked out of the garden.I picked up a pair of shears from the stone bench and walked over to the first bush. Father learned to love rose bushes. It was Mother who had convinced him of their beauty. When I was little, we pruned the bushes together.“Running a pack is just like taking care of a rose bush,” he had told me as he pointed out a cane. “You have to be able to spot those that took strength from the others without giving anything back to ensure the safety and health of the pack.”Father knew how to relate to me. He used the roses to teach me about politics