All Chapters of The DYING LUNA’S SECOND CHANCE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Kaelira POV“Shift.” She murmured. The healer didn’t look at me. Her fingers hovered above my wrist, where my pulse should be steady. Instead, it fluttered, uneven and weak.I closed my eyes. No brush of fur against my mind. No low hum beneath my ribs or heat curling down my spine.Just… emptiness. The healer exhaled slowly. That sound tells me more than her words ever could.“She hasn’t surfaced in days,” I said, keeping my voice low. “She hasn’t done that before.”The healer’s hand tightened around mine. “Not like this.”I forced myself to look at her.“She is withdrawing, Luna.”The word tasted bitter.“Withdrawing?” I repeated.“She hasn’t responded to your call in months. You haven’t shifted in nearly a year. If she continues retreating…” The healer swallowed. “Your body will begin to fail.”A pause.“You may not survive another year.”The words settled in my chest like stones. I nodded once.Of course. Seven years as Luna. Seven years untouched by fate.Seven years barren….I r

Kaelira POVThe corridor felt longer than it ever had.Each step echoed too loudly against the marble floors, as if the walls themselves wanted to announce my humiliation.Luna.Barren Luna.Weak Luna.The words weren’t spoken outright, but I heard them anyway. The guards straightened without bowing. On the way, two maids paused mid-whisper as I passed, a also warrior quickly looked down when our eyes met.I kept my spine straight.If they wanted to see a fracture, they would have to carve it out of me.The doors to Darius’s office had barely shut behind me when the air shifted. My lungs burned as if I’d run miles instead of standing perfectly still while my husband discussed “alternatives” to secure an heir.Alternatives.My fingers curled into my palms until crescent marks dug into my skin.He hadn’t raised his voice.He hadn’t needed to.“You know what the pack requires,” he had said, not looking at me, gaze fixed on reports scattered across his desk. “Stability.”Stability had a n

Kaelira POVThe moment I decided to reject him, the air in my chambers felt thinner.Healer Mira stood near the doorway, her fingers wrapped tightly around a steaming cup she hadn’t touched. She looked older tonight. Not in years but in worry.“You shouldn’t have come here openly,” I said quietly.Her gaze lifted to mine. “I came because you are running out of time.”I didn’t flinch.“Time for what?”“For your wolf.”The words didn’t strike like thunder. They sank like poison.“She’s not dead,” I said.“No.” Mira stepped closer. “She is restrained.”My jaw tightened.“By what?”She hesitated.“The bond between you and the Alpha is not natural.”I stared at her.“You confirmed our mating ceremony yourself.”“I confirmed the symptoms.” Her voice lowered. “Not the origin.”My pulse thudded painfully in my throat.“The ritual used to bind you was old. Forbidden for a reason. It forces compatibility where fate has not marked it. It suppresses rejection.”My fingers curled into the fabric o

Darius POV The office was too quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against the skull and whispers of failure. I leaned back in my chair, fingertips brushing the polished surface, and tried to grasp the emptiness where Kaelira’s presence had once lingered. The bond was gone. Completely. Not even a thread remained to tug me toward her, to warn me, to remind me that she belonged to me. I rubbed my chest, feeling a hollow ache that had nothing to do with muscle or bone. The bond hadn’t just tethered our wolf sides together, it had been the weight I depended on, the invisible guide I’d trusted since Dad first warned me. Now it was gone, and the space it left behind was disorienting, cold. Lucian appeared in the doorway, stepping lightly but deliberately. His eyes, sharp as ever, assessed me with the caution I’d grown used to in my Beta, but today they carried something else: concern. “Darius,” he said evenly. “Kaelira… she’s gone. She left without so much as a glance back and the gu

Darius POVI got there just in time to hear him say“Your bloodline was believed extinct… until you.”My steps slowed.Not because I wanted to.Because something in my chest… reacted.Sharp and wrong.Kaelira stood in front of him, unmoving.Facing a Lycan like she’d done it a hundred times before.No hesitation.No fear.No instinct to step back.My wolf stirred immediately.Too close.I didn’t move.Not yet.I watched.The Lycan stood just beyond the gates, eyes locked on her like nothing else existed.Not the guards.Not the pack.Not me.Only her.“You’ve said enough,” Kaelira said, voice calm. “You will leave.”Leave?That was it?My jaw tightened.This wasn’t a negotiation.This wasn’t control.This was…Something else.The Lycan didn’t move.“I’ll return,” he said.“You won’t be welcomed.”“I’m not here to be welcome.”A pause.Then quieter“I’m here because your bloodline wasn’t meant to survive.”Something in my chest twisted.My wolf growled low.That wasn’t right.That wasn’