All Chapters of Her Second Moon: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

After his fated mate died, Alpha Killian Thorne spent ten years resenting me.I was the Omega healer he never chose—bound to him by duty, not love.A substitute. A scar on a bond neither of us asked for.No matter how deeply I healed his wounds, no matter how quietly I stayed by his side, all he ever said was:“If you really want to please me, Clara… then disappear.”But when death came charging, it wasn’t I who fell.He did.Bleeding out in my arms, Killian looked at me one last time and whispered:“If only I’d never met you…”At the funeral, his mother wept.“He should’ve been with Selena. I never should’ve let him mate with you.”His father’s glare cut through me.“Killian saved you three times. Why wasn’t it you in that grave?”Everyone regretted that he had bonded with me.Even I did, too.I was cast out of the pack with nothing—No title.No Luna severance.No den to call my own.And then… perhaps the Moon Goddess took pity on me.She gave me one final chance to rewrite fate.Thi

I froze.That night came early. The Moon Goddess had cut my time short.In the last timeline, Selena had died too—from a silver-laced wound after a rogue ambush.The blood vaults had run dry. No healer came in time.That was the moment Killian’s resentment toward me turned lethal.But that had happened a month into our bond.So why... was it happening now?The Moon Goddess wasn’t giving me time.She was giving me a chance—to fulfill Killian’s third regret early.A medic’s whisper cut through the chaos.“She’s fading. Her wolf spirit is detaching. If it severs completely... she’ll go feral. Or worse.”Killian turned to me, and for the first time, I saw desperation crack through every layer of his Alpha pride.“Clara... please.”I didn’t answer.I didn’t need to.I was an Omega Healer—not just a mender of flesh, but a soul-weaver.Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees beside Selena and opened my satchel.Moonflower dust. Shadowroot ash. Spirit-binding quartz.And my final vial of moo

Her body went limp. Her chest stilled.The bond shattered like glass.Killian roared, raw and broken, his grief echoing through the western gate. He cradled her, rocking, begging the Moon, begging her.And as he held her cooling form, memory after memory pierced through him like blades.The time she climbed the snow peaks barefoot, fingers torn and bleeding, just to bring back the rare frost-herbs that would heal his wounds. He had never asked her to—yet she had come back smiling, her cloak heavy with snow.The way she woke before the sun each morning, slipping quietly into the woods, hunting so he could have the freshest kill before training. She would hand him the meat still warm, eyes bright, as if it were a feast.The nights she stitched his skin, pressing herbs into open gashes, whispering, “You’re safe now. ”And the silence she carried—the silence of a woman who never once spoke against him, though her own heart bled dry.She had given him everything. And he had le

Thirty-three.The age he had died before.But now—he had made it.I smiled faintly. “Of course. I’ll be there.”That evening, the packhouse smelled of roasted herbs and sweet onion bread.Home.Mother hugged me tight, apron still on.“Clara, welcome home.”My throat burned.In this life, no one blamed me.No one screamed.No funeral.Just laughter.“You’ve gone soft,” she teased, wiping my eyes. “It’s only dinner.”It wasn’t until I saw the extra chairs set around the table that I understood.My mother had invited Killian’s parents too.She wanted us all together—as if the years of silence and loss could be washed away with one meal.As if she still hoped I might give him a chance.At the table, over soup and small talk, his father finally spoke of Selena.“She wasn’t cast out for nothing. First, they caught her sneaking into another wolf’s den—more than once. When the truth spread, the Council stripped her bond and drove her from the pack.”His mother’s tone sharpened.“Betrayal