All Chapters of Second Chance for the Barren Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Talia’s POVI was three days away from the Hunting Rite and every breath I took during training was a struggle.I threw myself into training, but I could barely maintain it. Without my wolf, every movement I felt off. My stamina dropped faster than it ever had before. I was covered in sweat and wheezing before the others even looked winded.I kept forcing myself to match them, but each time the sessions ended with me on the ground in exhaustion. It was humiliating. I was the Princess. I was supposed to be ruling over the Silverfang, and I couldn’t even run 6 miles.As the Alpha King’s daughter, I had always been stronger and faster, but now I was looked at with pity and concern. Maybe Nolan was right. Maybe I should have had Jason beaten for the continued stress he was putting me through. If he hadn’t betrayed the mate bond, I would still be a Luna and not have gone through a stressful heat that made my wolf silent.I just wanted my wolf to come back. Every day I called her and was me

Jason’s POVHow dare she mock me!I stormed away from the training grounds, boots crunching against the dirt. The memory of Talia’s expression replayed again and again. She looked at me with disdain as if she, an omega, was better than me. Losing face in front of her was humiliating. I would get even. I’d make her regret not accepting me back.Henry was near the racks of Hunting Rite equipment, reviewing the list of equipment. He straightened the moment he saw me, but I could see him tense as he saw my expression.“What happened now?” Henry asked.“Check everything again,” I snapped, my voice carrying farther than I intended. “The bows, the blades, the spears. Every strap, every shaft, every notch. Nothing can be out of place.”Henry’s brow furrowed, but he gave a crisp nod. “I checked them yesterday and I just finished checking them,” he said as he motioned to the document in his hand.“Then check them again,” I barked. “If I lose so much as a single point because of a cracked string

Nolan’s POVVoices rising and falling, laughter and clinking glasses were grating on my nerves. I forced myself to remain calm even though I clenched my jaw any tighter, I may pop out of my tooth. Every Alpha was gathered here in Silverfang. It was the perfect opportunity to show who the Alpha King truly was.I noticed Talia slip away earlier. I hated to admit that I felt relieved. If the Alpha King lost control, she would be in danger. And if he was the wolf who I believed he was, he would die by my hands tonight. At least in this way she would be spared seeing her father bleed out in front of her.I leaned closer to Marco, keeping my voice low, and asked, “Is it ready?”“It is stable,” he confirmed, “but Alpha… are you sure this is wise?”“You question me?” I asked. Ever since Marco had found his mate, he continued to question me about my plan. He was slowly becoming a liability.“I question the risk,” Marco replied. His gaze flickered toward Della, who was laughing with Solon acros

Jason’s POVNolan thought he was clever. He thought he could slip poison into a goblet of Rosefall in full view of the room, and no one would notice. But I noticed. I watched the faint tilt of his wrist, and the liquid vanishing into the crimson wine. He carried it toward the Alpha King with that calm arrogance he always wore, as though he already owned the room.Poison. In public. He had to be insane. Did he think the Alphas would rally to him after such a stunt?They would tear him apart before the Alpha King even raised a hand. And Nolan was not useful to me. That was why I acted.My elbow “slipped” just as the goblet neared the Alpha King’s lips, shattering Nolan’s plan along with the glass. A few murmurs of surprise rose around us, but no one dared to challenge me openly. To them, I was just drunk, perhaps a little overeager in my attempts to flatter the King.If Nolan wanted chaos, I would give him disappointment. And if he decided to go further, provoking the Alpha King openly,

Talia’s POVI woke up in darkness. I tried to sit up, but my wrists and ankles burned every time I moved. The pain shot up my arms and legs. I knew the pain immediately. I was shackled in silver chains. My head throbbed. I looked around to see that I was sitting on a grimy floor of a dungeon cell. How in the hell did I get here?I closed my eyes and reached inward. I called my wolf. I desperately needed her right now.‘Please. Please wake up. I need you right now. I don’t know what to do,’ I called out within me, but I received no response. The emptiness I felt only made my anxiety increase.“Focus. I need to remember how I got here, so I can figure out how to get out,” I told myself.I remembered the Hunting Rite gathering. My brother was at my side and then I noticed a flash of movement outside the banquet hall. It was the silhouette of a person that was familiar. A face that I will never forget.Viki.I told myself I was mistaken. She was dead or at least supposed to be dead. I e