《The Rejected Luna's Second Chance》全部章節：第 131 章 - 第 140 章

Maya's POV The pack house is calm.Not the kind of quiet filled with fear or sorrow, but a tranquil silence. Warriors are resting in their beds, and kids are dreaming away in their rooms. Out of nowhere, a floorboard creaks. A door clicks shut.I find myself standing outside Selena's door, hand poised to knock. My heart races, and I can't quite figure out why.They're just babies. I've seen babies before.But these aren’t just any babies. They're my niece and nephew. They belong to the woman who saved me. They’re the future of Silvermoon.I knock lightly.“Come in.”Selena’s voice is tired yet warm.I push the door open slowly.The room is dimly lit by a single lamp on the nightstand. Selena is propped up on pillows, her hair loose, her face pale but somehow radiant. In her arms, there’s a tiny bundle wrapped in blue.Beside her, another precious bundle in p

Caden's POV The bonfire in the central square roared high enough to lick the night sky, sparks swirling with laughter and the thumping bass from a portable speaker. The entire pack of Silverhold was there—dancing, drinking, celebrating.I stood at the edge of the light, a cold beer sweating in my hand, untouched. My other hand on Maya’s waist, fingers curled possessively into the soft white dress. She was watching the crowd bless Damian, Selena and the babies, a small, tired smile on her face. It was a good moment.But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Maya.The firelight caught the linen of her gown, making it glow against her curves. Her dark hair is loose around her shoulders, and she’d put on a little makeup—color on her lips, something dark around her eyes that made them look huge and luminous. She looked lit from within.Then the realization slammed into me like a fist. ‘I love her so much.&rs

Maya's POV The supply truck rattled down the dirt road, suspension groaning. Dust coated the windshield. I white-knuckled the gearshift, tapping the wheel. Beside me, Caden watched the pine tree line like it might attack. His profile was sharp, unreadable.“You’ve been quiet for twenty miles,” I said.“Watching for rogues.” He didn’t look at me.“The war’s over. Viktor’s dead. There are no rogues out here.”“Old habits die hard.”The golden light cut across his face, highlighting the stubborn jaw, the faint scar through his eyebrow. His hair curled at the collar of his gray henley, sleeves pushed up, revealing corded forearms. ‘Stop staring. You’re driving.’“You’re staring,” he said, still not turning.“I’m navigating. This road is a mess.”“You were staring.”&ld

Selena's POV The field is endless.Green, rolling, alive with a wind that doesn't chill—only moves. I stand at the edge of it, barefoot, the grass tickling my ankles. I am ten years old. I know because my hands are small, my arms thin, my hair long and tangled the way I used to wear it before I learned to braid.But my mind is not ten. My mind is twenty-three, heavy with war and loss and love.I look down at my hands. Small. Unscarred. The red eye mark is gone. The calluses from sword grips are absent. These are the hands of a child who has never known pain."Took you so long, honey."The voice comes from behind me. I turn.The tree.It is massive, ancient, its branches sprawling wide enough to shade a house. I know this tree. I climbed it as a child, scraped my knees on its bark, hid in its hollows during games. But it never stood in a field like this. It stood in the forest behind our cottage, surrounded b

Caden's POV  The ceremonial platform rises from the earth like a promise.I drive the last nail into the wooden beam and take a step back to wipe the sweat from my forehead. The sun’s high, and the air is thick with sawdust and fresh flowers. All around me, wolves are bustling—carrying torches, hanging lanterns, and arranging rows of wooden benches that face the center of the clearing.Tomorrow night, Selena and Damian will stand on this platform. They’ll share their truths, exchange blood and bites, and finally solidify their mate bond.I should be happy for them.Actually, I am happy for them.But there's this knot in my chest that just won’t budge.“Are you brooding again?”I turn to see Maya at the edge of the clearing, holding a woven basket. She’s wearing a long, soft blue maxi skirt that flows down to her ankles and a simple white blouse. Her hair hangs loosely