All Chapters of The Rejected Luna's Second Chance: Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

Damian's POV The war room stands empty, just the two of us inside.Caden is on the other side of the table, maps sprawled out between us. The lamp flickers softly. Outside, the pack house is still; everyone else has gone off to eat, to rest, to pretend like the looming war isn’t approaching.We’ve been at it for an hour, going back and forth."You're putting too many on the eastern side," Caden says, pointing at the map. "If Viktor pretends to attack there and goes for the north instead, we’ll be left wide open.""Borgov's scouts are saying the eastern route is where they’ll hit hardest.""Borgov's scouts were wrong about their numbers before."I tense up, jaw clenched. "You got a better plan then?"He moves his finger along a path on the map. "We split our forces. Send a smaller group to the east and keep the bulk of our warriors here, on the ridge. If Viktor goes for the east, we can rein

Selena's POV The door swings open. Damian walks in, still wearing his Border gear, his hair damp from the chill outside. He reaches for the lamp, but I stop him."Don’t."He turns toward me. In the dim light, I can just make out his features. But I know the shape of him, the feel of his breath, the way he stands.I cross the room and take his hand, pulling him toward me. He comes without a fight.I lean him against the door, which closes with a soft thud. I kiss him—hard, desperate, not holding back. He kisses me back, his hands wandering to my waist, my back, my hair. We pull apart, gasping for air."This might be our last night." I caress his face. "I don’t want to waste it. I want you—every minute, all night. Until I can’t move."He exhales, not responding with words. Instead, he kisses me again, this time slower, deeper.I pull him toward the bed.He undresses me carefully,

Selena's POV The tent is really quiet now.Most of the injured are stable, sleeping peacefully, their bandages clean. Greta moves around, checking on everyone, feeling pulses, adjusting blankets. Rina’s curled up in a corner, looking completely exhausted, her head resting on a pile of cloth.I’m at the far end, my hands resting in my lap. They’re still tingling, a faint warmth lingering. Greta was right; I can’t heal much more. Not without putting the babies at risk.The tent flap opens, and Damian steps inside.He looks different in the soft lamplight. Softer, maybe. He comes over and sits beside me on the cot.“You haven’t slept yet?”“No, I don’t know when the wounded might need me.”He takes my hands in his. “They’re cold.”“I’ve been healing all day.”He rubs my hands between his palms, trying to warm

Selena's POV The afternoon sun warms the canvas above me.I slowly come to, my body feeling heavy and my head still in a fog. I’m on a cot, a blanket draped over me. Damian's arms are wrapped around me as he sleeps behind, his chest pressed to my back, arm resting over my waist, keeping me snug.I don't move. Honestly, I don’t want to.The tent feels different. It's bigger now. There are more cots—rows of them stretching into the shadows. Most have warriors on them, bandaged and exhausted. The battle is over. We barely made it through, but we won.Greta is curled up on a cot near the entrance, still in her bloodstained apron, snoring softly with her mouth open. She worked all night long without a break, didn’t even eat. I think about waking her, but I don't.I glance around. There are new tents set up outside—I can see them through the gaps in the canvas. New wooden poles, fresh canvas, the red cro

Caden's POV I’ve got my phone in hand. Maya's sitting next to me, her shoulder nearly brushing against mine. We haven’t said a word in an hour, just stuck in this heavy silence, neither of us sure what to say.Suddenly, my phone buzzes.I glance at the screen. It’s a council-wide message. Red letters. The official seal.Elena Ahearn has been executed by order of the Council. Sentence carried out at Eventide. No further appeals.I can’t take my eyes off the words.Executed.Elena Ahearn.My mother.The phone feels like it’s weighing me down. The letters start to blur.Around me, there are more buzzing phones. Warriors check their screens. Healers freeze mid-step. Someone murmurs, “Elena’s dead.”I’m rooted to the spot.Maya leans in, reading over my shoulder. Her expression is unreadable.“Caden.”I don&rsquo