All Chapters of The Rejected Luna's Second Chance: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Damian's POVI push open the door to our chamber, and the sight before me stops me in my tracks.Selena sits propped against the headboard, her back supported by pillows, her hair loose and spilling over her shoulders like silk. On her lap, Asher bounces and giggles, his tiny hands reaching for her face, his laughter filling the room like music.She's playing with him—making silly faces, tickling his tummy, kissing his cheeks. And he's laughing. Really laughing. That bright, unguarded, joyful sound that I so rarely hear from him.I've noticed it before. Asher only laughs like this when Selena is with him. With everyone else—with me, with Greta, with Rina—he's quiet, watchful, serious. But with his mother, he transforms. He becomes a different child. A happy child.Selena looks up, her eyes finding mine, and her face breaks into that smile—the one that makes my heart stop, the one that reminds me why I would burn the world for her."Look," she says, turning Asher in her lap to face me.

Selena's POV The main hall is filled with people.Every single one of them—maids, servants, omegas, warriors—has come to see us off. The hall buzzes with conversation and laughter, with tears and smiles, with the warmth of a family saying goodbye.Sera stands near the front, Asher in one arm, and Lydia in Gracia's arms.They're playing with them, making silly faces, laughing as they giggle. They've grown so attached to them in these months. They've become like grandparents to them—another source of love, another branch of family.Sela stands nearby, showing off her bicep to Rina and Beth. They're both squeezing it, their faces full of awe, and Sela is laughing, flexing playfully.Lily stands beside her, one hand holding Sela's, the other clutching a cookie that's already half-eaten.On the other side of the hall, Basil, Eamon Wolfhart—the Zeta with the scarred face and the one good eye—Trist

Selena's POVThe courtyard is alive with movement and color and the bittersweet ache of farewell.Cars line the gravel drive—Twelve black SUVs, engines idling, their trunks loaded with everything Gracia insisted we take.Silvermoon warriors stand in formation near the vehicles, their faces carefully composed but their eyes betraying the same emotion I feel: gratitude, sorrow, and the strange ache of leaving a place that has become home.The entire pack of Ironhold has gathered. Warriors and healers. Servants and elders. Children clutching their parents' hands, their little faces confused, not understanding why everyone is sad.Damian stands beside me, his hand wrapped around mine. His thumb traces small circles on my skin—a grounding touch, a silent reassurance.We've said goodbye a hundred times already, but it never gets easier. It never stops hurting.I look at the faces surrounding us—every one of them a story, a memory, a piece of the family I found in the darkness."Thank you," I

Selena's POV The pack house is glowing.Every corner, every archway, every window—all of it shines with warm golden light, spilling out into the courtyard like a beacon in the darkness.Lanterns hang from the trees, their soft glow illuminating the faces of the gathered pack. fairy lights, casting a warm golden glow that turns the evening into something magical.Ribbons of silver and blue—Silvermoon colors—flutter in the evening breeze. The banners flutter from every post, bearing the Silvermoon crest—a silver wolf howling at a crescent moon. The air is thick with the scent of flowers and food and something else, something warmer.Joy. Anticipation. Love.The cars roll through the gates, and the crowd erupts.Clapping. Cheering. Voices raised in praise. I see faces I haven't seen in months—warriors, servants, healers, children—all of them smiling, laughing, crying.They wa

Selena's POV "I hated my wolf," I whisper. "I hated her so much."Damian pulls me closer, his grip tightening around me like he's trying to shield me from my own memories. His voice is gentle when he asks, "Why? Why do you say that?"I close my eyes. The memories come flooding back—dark and sharp and painful, like shards of glass embedded in my heart."I was a child," I begin, my voice trembling. "It was my first shift. My mother was there… she wanted to witness it, to celebrate with me. She was so excited. She held my hand and told me not to be afraid, that it would be beautiful."I pause, my breath catching."But it wasn't beautiful. It was terrifying."Damian waits. He doesn't push. He just holds me."When I shifted, my wolf... she went out of control. I Don’t know what happened to her that day. Then Suddenly She attack my mother…" My voice breaks. "My mother was in the way.