Semua Bab Her Second Moon: Bab 1 - Bab 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

I froze.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 moon-charged spring water—gathered under a blood eclip

The thermos hit the floor with a loud crack, spilling hot broth everywhere.Killian’s voice roared through the air.“What did you just say?!”His chest clenched, pain slamming into him like a hammer. He tried to walk but staggered. His Beta caught him just in time.“Where is she? Take me to her. Now.”They rushed to the medical wing. Killian shoved the door open.“Wait—Alpha, you can’t—”He didn’t stop.He yanked the sheet off the patient’s face.And froze.It wasn’t Clara.A nurse stepped forward.“She just had the same name. She was another healer who came to help.”“Many came after the news about Selena spread. The name overlap was a coincidence.”Killian stood still for a beat, then quietly placed the sheet back.“I’m sorry. I overreacted.”Outside, his Beta looked embarrassed.“I should’ve checked before telling you. My fault.”Killian wiped the sweat from his palms.Just a mix-up.“She’s home,” the Beta added.Killian didn’t wait.He found his parents waitin

Thirty-three.The age he’d died before.But now, he’d made it.I smiled faintly. “Of course. I’ll be there.”That evening, the packhouse smelled like roasted herbs and sweet onion bread.Home.Killian’s mother hugged me tightly, apron still on.“Clara, welcome home.”I nearly cried.In this life, no one blamed me.No one screamed at me.No funeral.Just laughter.“You’ve gone soft,” Killian’s mother teased as she wiped my tears. “It’s just dinner!”Over soup and small talk, I learned what really happened to Selena.“Her attack wasn’t random,” Killian’s father said.“She’d been seeing a rogue-born wolf—someone cast out by his pack for blood crimes.When she threatened to expose him to the Council, he lured her near the boundary woods, where rogue packs hunt.That’s where they found her—thrown into a silver-laced road, her aura nearly extinguished.”Killian’s mother scoffed.“She survived, but the Council marked her as unbonded and dishonored.No pack would take her.