All Chapters of The Rejected Luna's Second Chance: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Selena's POV The corridor is quiet as we walk back to our chamber.The pack house has settled into a fragile peace, the celebrations of Sera's healing fading into whispered conversations and tired smiles.Damian carries Asher in one arm and Lydia in the other, both of them fast asleep, their tiny faces peaceful against his shoulders. I walk beside him, my hand resting on his back, my mind still churning with everything Marcus told us.Walter was a monster. A trafficker. A dealer of death. A man who built an empire of suffering beneath our feet.But Now his Dead.And now his empire is crumbling. His victims are being found. His crimes are being uncovered.But the vision...The vision still haunts me.We reach our chamber. I push open the door and reach for the light switch. The room floods with warmth—soft light spilling across the bed, the crib, the small toys scattered on the floor. The night presses

Selena's POV The morning light is soft, golden, spilling through the curtains like honey.I'm propped against the headboard, pillows stacked behind my back, my body still heavy with exhaustion from the healing and the emotional storm of last night. But there's peace here, in this room, in this moment.Asher and Lydia are in their playpen, laughing with joy. Asher is stacking blocks with intense concentration. Lydia is trying to steal the blocks, her chubby fingers grabbing at whatever she can reach. Their laughter fills the room like music, chasing away the shadows that linger in my mind.Damian sits beside me on the edge of the bed, a bowl of oatmeal in his hands. He scoops up a spoonful and holds it to my lips, his eyes soft with love."Eat," he says gently.I open my mouth and take the bite. The oatmeal is warm, sweet with honey and cinnamon.He watches me chew, then lifts a glass of orange juice to my lips. I drink,

Selena's POVThe great hall is alive with music and laughter when we arrive.Sera sits beside Gracia on the raised couch at the head of the hall—the Alpha and Luna's seat, a place of honor. She's weak but smiling, her hand wrapped around Gracia's, her eyes bright with joy. The poison is gone. The nightmare is over. And tonight, she's celebrating.The hall is transformed. Tables line the walls. The center of the floor has been cleared for dancing, and couples sway to the music of a live band—fiddles and drums and a flute that sings like a bird. Mates kiss in the corners. Pups run wild, clutching sweets and cakes, their laughter ringing through the air like bells.At the far wall, Greta and Lucy sit on a plush couch, each holding one of my children. Asher is in Greta's arms, his eyes wide as he watches the dancers. Lydia is in Lucy's lap, giggling at something the old healer is whispering. Beside them, Lily sits

Damian's POV The morning light is soft and golden, spilling through the curtains like honey. I wake slowly, my senses filling with warmth and the scent of jasmine and lotus—her scent, the one that drives me wild.Selena sleeps beside me, naked and peaceful, her face relaxed in a way I rarely see when she's awake.No worry. No fear. No weight pressing down on her shoulders.Just peace.I'm lying on my side, my head propped on my hand. She's on her back, her forehead buried in the hollow of my throat, her breath warm against my skin. One of her hands holds my fingers, her grip loose and trusting. The other rests on my face, her palm soft against my cheek.My free hand rests on her stomach—flat and soft.I can't believe how beautiful she is.Every day, she grows more beautiful. Every morning, I wake up and wonder how I got so lucky. She's the most stunning woman I've ever seen, and she's mine. Only mine.

Damian's POV "Gracia," I say, "may I ask you something?"He nods, taking a sip of his coffee. "Of course.""Who is the current Alpha of West? Who is in charge of Sunstone Dominion?"Gracia freezes mid-sip.For a long moment, he doesn't move. The refilled coffee cup hovers just below his lips, steam curling into the morning air.His eyes, sharp and assessing, study my face as if searching for hidden meaning behind the question.Then he lowers the cup slowly and sets it on the bench beside him."Raoul Draven," he says. "Gareth's Second Mate’s elder son."The name hangs in the air between us.Gareth Draven. The traitor. The man who killed Hubert, who framed Gracia. His son now rules the West.I keep my expression neutral. "Tell me about him."Gracia leans back, his gaze drifting behind the training grounds. Warriors move in formation, their swords catching the morning light. He watch