《The Rejected Luna's Second Chance》全部章節：第 141 章 - 第 150 章

Selena's POV The moon is rising. I can feel it in my blood—a slow, silver pull, a tide turning. Outside, the ceremonial platform is ready, draped with white cloth and night-blooming jasmine. The entire pack waits below; I hear their low murmur and restless feet. Greta is undoubtedly tapping her foot. Maya is surely shooting anxious glances toward our window.Everything is waiting. And I am naked, tangled in sweat-damp sheets, with my husband’s mouth on my throat.“Damian.” I push at his shoulder. “We have to go. Now.”“Mm...” His lips trail from my jaw to my collarbone, his hand splayed on my hip. “In a minute.”“You said that twenty minutes ago. And forty minutes before that.”“I meant it then, too.”A helpless laugh escapes me as his hand slides down my stomach. “The entire pack is waiting. Greta is having a silent aneurysm.&rdquo

Selena's POV The lake is still.Moonlight spills across the black water, silver and soft, turning the surface into a flawless mirror. Torches line the shore, their flames reflected in the dark depths like trapped stars. The air smells of wet stone, pine needles, and the faint sweetness of wildflowers scattered along the ritual path.I stand at the edge of the tree line, waiting.My dress is white silk. Strapless, falling to my ankles, the fabric light as water against my skin. My shoulders are bare. My collarbones are bare. Every part of me that needs to be exposed for the bite ritual is entirely open to the cold moonlight.Damian is somewhere on the other side of the clearing. I can’t see him yet. That is the tradition. The mates must approach from opposite directions, meeting only at the water’s edge to prove their paths have finally aligned.I want this ceremony small. Intimate. Only the people who matter stand o

Selena's POV The fire has burned low.Embers glow orange in the hearth, casting long shadows across the room. The twins sleep in their crib across from the bed. Lydia's tiny hand is curled around Asher's finger, a knot of flesh and blood that no curse can undo. They don't know that their mother is breaking.I sit on Damian's lap, curled sideways, my legs folded over his thighs. My nightgown is thin, the white fabric wrinkled from hours of restless sleep. He wears gray sweatpants and a loose shirt that hangs open at the collar. His hand rests on my hip, heavy and warm.My tears won't stop.They slide down my cheeks one after another, silent and relentless. Damian wipes them with his thumb. I've lost count of how many times he's done this tonight."I'm sorry," I whisper."For what?""For being like this. For falling apart when I should be holding us together."He pulls me closer. His other hand cradles the ba

Maya's POV The ceiling is white. Flat, blank, accusatory. I've stared at it for hours, maybe days. Time bleeds into a single gray stretch. Curtains drawn tight against the afternoon sun. The only light is a thin yellow line beneath the door. The world outside moves, breathes, lives. I wish it would stop.I'm a tight coil on the bed—knees to chest, arms around shins, wearing Caden's old t-shirt, soft and threadbare, smelling of pine and rain. I haven't eaten. I haven't slept, just fitful dozes where dreams are worse than waking. I haven't spoken since the convoy left for Ironhold.The Mate Ceremony plays behind my eyes on a relentless, torturous loop. Standing across from Caden in the moon-drenched clearing, hands clasped. The expectant hush. Hopeful faces in torchlight. Lora's ancient words. The breathless pause as we waited for the spark, the scent-change, the pull.Nothing.No spark. No scent. No pull. The verdict, unspoken bu

Greta's POV The night is chilly. Moonlight streams through the curtains—thin and silver—collecting on the large bed where Lily sleeps. Her dark hair sprawls across the pillow, her lips parted, and her small hands curled into little fists. She looks so peaceful. So innocent. She has no idea about the darkness lurking just beyond the shadows.I’m standing by the window, arms crossed, staring into space.‘What’s happening to Sera?’I’ve seen sickness before. I’ve seen injuries that should have taken lives, curses that should have remained, poisons that should have eaten away at organs like acid. I’ve witnessed the worst the world has to throw at us. But this… this is something else entirely.A body that won’t heal. Not just from ordinary wounds—but not even from the most powerful healing gift I’ve ever seen. Selena’s gift is stronger than any I’ve