All Chapters of The Rejected Luna's Second Chance: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Selena's POVThe hall erupts into chaos.Gasps. Screams. Shouts of disbelief. Gracia rises from his seat, his face a mask of shock. Sera clutches at her chest, her eyes wide with horror. The Council members exchange stunned glances, their carefully composed expressions cracking under the weight of Mary's accusation. And Walter—Walter stands frozen behind Gracia, his face draining of color, his mask of grief replaced by something I've never seen before.Fear.For one long, terrible moment, no one moves. No one speaks. The accusation hangs in the air like a blade, and Walter Nightshade stands at the edge of the cliff, staring into the abyss.Then he laughs.It's a cold, hollow sound, utterly devoid of humor. It echoes off the stone walls, cutting through the murmurs and gasps like a knife. "This is absurd," he says, his voice steady despite the chaos erupting around him. "The woman is clearly deranged. She's been poisoning our Luna for years, and now she's lashing out, trying to drag me

Sela's POV"We have a plan. But we need your help. You know this pack better than any of us. You know its people, its secrets, its weak points." Selena pauses, her eyes glinting in the firelight. "You know how to find things. You spent years searching for a cure for your mother. And more importantly, you have access to everywhere. Now I need you to search for something else.""What?""The truth. Evidence that will expose the Collector once and for all. Proof that cannot be denied, that cannot be twisted, that will stand before the Council and the entire pack."I nod slowly, my mind already working. "Where do I start?"Selena smiles, and for the first time since I entered the room, I see hope in her eyes. "With the people Collector trusts most."She's telling me that the Collector's people are inside the pack. Among us. Watching Mary. Watching everyone."Collector's people?" I breathe. "Here? In Ironhold?"Selena nods grimly. "They've been watching Mary for years, making sure she does

Selena's POV The doors of the great hall swing open, and Basil steps through with a woman at his side. She's small, fragile-looking, with dark hair and haunted eyes that dart around the room like a trapped animal. Her hands are trembling, her face pale as milk, and she clings to Basil's arm as if he's the only thing keeping her upright.I don't recognize her. Neither does Damian.We exchange a quick glance, both of us thinking the same thing: Who is this? This isn't the evidence Basil was supposed to bring. This isn't the trail of proof we've been waiting for.This is a person.Walter's reaction is immediate. His face, already pale from Mary's accusation, drains of what little color remains. His eyes widen, just for a fraction of a second, before he school his features into something resembling confusion. But I saw it. The fear. The recognition."Aria?" Walter's voice is steady, but there's an edge to it—a warning wrapped

Selena's POV "I'll kill every single one of you if I have to. I'll kill the Council. I'll kill the Alpha. I'll kill every wolf in this room. Just like I killed everyone you loved..."Walter's eyes find Sera again, and his smile widens."Just to get to you."The words hang in the air like poison.The silence that follows is deafening. No one moves. No one breathes. The entire hall is frozen, trapped in the nightmare of Walter's words.Sera is the first to break. Her voice is barely a whisper, trembling with horror and disbelief. "What did you say? What do you mean, everyone I loved?"Walter's smile softens, and for a moment, he almost looks gentle. Almost human. "Oh, my love. You have no idea what I've done for you. The things I've sacrificed. The blood I've spilled. All for you.""Don't call me that." Sera's voice cracks. "Don't you dare call me that. How can you be so cruel? So sinister? You're no less than a mon

Damian's POV The gunshot echoes through the hall like thunder, and for a single, terrible moment, everything stops.Walter jerks, his body convulsing, his jaws releasing Gracia's throat. Blood sprays from a wound in his back—a bullet hole, dark and terrible.The grey wolf stumbles, his legs buckling beneath him, and crashes to the blood-soaked floor. His body shudders, shifts, contorts, and then he's human again—naked, bleeding, gasping for breath against the cold stone.Everyone turns toward the source of the shot.A figure stands at the edge of the hall beside the pillar, shrouded in a dark, hooded cloak. The gun in their hands trembles, smoke still curling from the barrel. For a long, breathless moment, no one moves. No one speaks. The figure is still, silent, as if frozen in the aftermath of what they've done.Then the hood falls back.And the man stand underneath that cloak is Arthur Laroche.The