Semua Bab The Rejected Luna's Second Chance: Bab 231 - Bab 240

Walter's POVThe tent is filled with laughter and cheers, the air thick with the smell of ale and sweat and celebration.Arthur stands in the center, his face flushed with happiness, his eyes bright with a joy I've never seen before. He's just announced to marry and mate with Eve, and the warriors are losing their minds.I pull him into a rough embrace, pounding his back. "Finally! I thought you'd never work up the courage, you fool!"Arthur laughs, pulling back to look at me. "I was terrified. But she said yes. She actually said yes.""Of course she said yes." I grin at him. "Everyone knew she loved you. Everyone except you, apparently."The warriors cheer again, raising their cups. "To Beta Arthur and Lady Eve!"Arthur blushes, something I've never seen him do. He's always been so composed, so controlled. But love has a way of breaking down walls, doesn't it?"Alright, alright," he says, waving his hands. "Enough. Eve is waiting for me. I should go.""Go on then," I tease. "Don't kee

Arthur's POV The study is quiet, lit by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Papers spread across my desk—supply reports, patrol schedules, training requests. The endless paperwork of a Beta. But my mind isn't on any of it. It's on Eve and Esme. Always on them.A soft knock at the door. I don't look up. "Come in."The door opens, and I smell her before I see her—jasmine and vanilla, the scent that's haunted my dreams since the day I met her. The tension in my shoulders melts away. It always does when she's near.Eve crosses the room silently, her footsteps soft on the carpet. Then her arms wrap around my neck from behind, her body pressing against my back as she leans into me. Her lips brush my cheek, warm and gentle."You need sleep." she murmurs.I set down my pen and lean into her touch, my eyes closing.She kisses my cheek again, lingering this time. "You work too hard.""Someone

Selena's POV The living room of the pack house has never felt so heavy.Arthur sits in a single armchair near the fireplace, his hands clasped loosely in his lap, his eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the walls.The afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting pale shadows across his gaunt face. He looks older than his years—hollowed out by grief, worn thin by two decades of running from his own pain.Basil, Sela, Tristan, and Basilia stand by the window, their faces a mixture of shock and sorrow. The Council members sit on the long couch, their expressions carefully neutral, though I can see the weight of what they've heard settling into their bones.Sera and Gracia sit together on another couch, Sera's hand wrapped tightly around Gracia's, her face streaked with tears. Damian and I sit across from them, our hands intertwined, drawing strength from each other.We've just heard the story of that day. The at

Selena's POV Half an hour passes like a lifetime.Arthur makes the call in private, but we hear fragments through the door—his voice breaking, sobs tearing from his throat, words of apology and confession tumbling out in a flood. Lucy's voice on the other end is muffled, but we hear her crying too, hear her saying something about forgiveness, about love, about coming home.When Arthur emerges, his face is raw, his eyes red and swollen. But there's something different about him—a lightness, a peace that wasn't there before."She's coming," he says quietly. "Two days. She'll be here in two days."Sera lets out a sob of relief. Gracia pulls her close, his own eyes wet.Then the Council moves forward, and the moment shatters."Arthur Laroche," Head Councilman Vane says, his voice heavy with authority. "It's time."Arthur nods slowly. He doesn't resist as Marcus approaches with the handcuffs. But before the

Selena's POV The morning sun is bright, almost too bright, as if the world is trying to make up for the darkness of the past weeks.The pack house is buzzing with quiet activity, the news of Arthur's departure and the promise of Lucy's arrival spreading through the corridors like a gentle whisper. I've barely slept, my mind too full of questions, of hopes, of fears.And then, finally, she comes.I see her before anyone else does—a small figure stepping out of the black SUV that pulled into the courtyard. She's older than I remember, thinner, her face more lined, her hair streaked with silver. But her eyes—those kind, knowing eyes that taught me everything I know—are exactly the same.Lucy.I'm running before I can think, my feet carrying me across the courtyard, my arms reaching for her. She sees me coming, and her face breaks into a smile that's half-laughter, half-tears."Selena," she breathes.