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All Chapters of The Rejected Luna's Second Chance: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

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Chapter 269: Years of Silence

Selena's POV The corridor is quiet as we make our way to Greta's room, our footsteps soft on the marble floor.The pack house has finally settled into silence, the last echoes of the celebration fading into the night. But my heart is pounding, my palms are sweaty, and my throat is tight with fear.Damian's hand finds mine, his fingers interlacing with my own. He squeezes gently, a silent reassurance.I knock on the door.A moment later, it swings open. Greta stands there, her face creased with surprise."Selena? Damian? What brings you here at this hour?" Her sharp eyes move between us, reading our faces with the practiced ease of a woman who has spent decades healing not just bodies, but souls."Come in. Tell me what's the matter."Greta understands immediately. She always does. Without a word. both of us softened by Greta's unwavering understanding. She always knows. She always sees. Even when we don't say a wor

Chapter 270: Hardest Choice

Selena's POV "You can't be present when Selena is learning to shift."Greta's words hang in the air like a blade.Damian's eyes widen. His whole body goes rigid beside me. "What? Why?"Greta's voice is gentle but firm—the voice of a healer who has seen too much to soften the truth."Your wolves are both restless. They can sense each other. If you're there, if they see each other, it will be chaos before the bond ceremony. You'll want to claim her. She'll want to claim you. And it will happen on instinct, not on choice. The bond must be forged with clear minds and willing hearts."I feel Damian's hand tighten around mine. His breathing has changed—shallow, rapid, controlled with visible effort."Because the bond is awakening something in you, Selena," Greta continues, her eyes finding mine. "Something primal. Something that wants to connect with Damian's wolf on a level that transcends human understanding.&rdq

Chapter 271: Clearing, Thoughts

Selena's POV The morning is fresh and new, the world still soft with sleep.The pack house is barely stirring—a few early risers moving through the corridors, the distant clang of pots in the kitchen, the soft murmur of voices. But we're already leaving it behind.Greta slightly ahead the way, her frame moving with quiet purpose through the trees. Maya walks beside me, her hand wrapped around mine, her fingers interlaced with my own. She squeezes gently every few steps—a silent reassurance, a wordless promise. ‘I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.’In her other hand, she carries a wicker basket overflowing with provisions—bread and cheese, fruits and water, blankets and furs.Everything we might need for a long day. Greta carries a second basket, this one filled with remedies and herbs, bandages and tinctures. Everything we might need for safety.I carry nothing but my fear.My mind is a storm,

Chapter 272: Forgiveness

Selena's POV I close my eyes.The darkness behind my lids is absolute—no light, no shapes, no distractions. Just me and the quiet and the impossible task ahead.I repeat Greta's words in my mind like a prayer. ‘Be still. Not just your body… your mind. Your thoughts. Your fears. All of it must quiet.’I try.I feel my feet on the ground, the soft grass beneath my boots. I feel the air on my skin, cool and gentle. I feel my heartbeat—steady but too fast.‘Slow it. Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out.’I breathe in. I hold. I breathe out.But my mind won't stop.Thoughts crash through me like waves—fears, doubts, memories. I see my mother's face, twisted in pain. I see the blood, the scars, the years of silence.I open my eyes, gasping.Greta is smiling."You did great," she says softly. "Now try again."I stare at her. "I failed.""

Chapter 273: Story of the Shift

Selena's POV The sun is setting slowly, painting the sky in gentle strokes of orange and pink. The clearing is bathed in golden light, the wildflowers glowing like tiny lanterns, the stream sparkling like scattered diamonds. It's beautiful. Peaceful. Sacred.I'm sitting beside Maya on the blanket, my knees pulled up to my chest, my head resting on her shoulder. My phone is in my hand, the screen glowing with a photo I've looked at a hundred times.Damian is sleeping in the photo, his face relaxed, peaceful. Asher and Lydia are curled on his chest, their tiny bodies rising and falling with his breath.Lydia's hand is clutching his shirt. Asher's face is tucked into his neck. They look so safe. So loved. So complete.Every time I look at this photo, my heart swells with so much love it feels like it might burst.I miss them.I miss Damian's arms around me, his lips, his voice whispering that everything will be alright.

Chapter 274: Exhausted

Selena's POV I don't try to force it this time.I stand in the center of the clearing, the grass soft beneath my bare feet, the evening breeze gentle on my skin.My eyes are closed. My mind is inward.I think about my wolf.Not as a tool. Not as a power. Not as something to be commanded or controlled. But as a part of myself I abandoned. A part of myself I hated. A part of myself I locked away and forgot.I feel the grief of it. The loss. The years of silence. The years of loneliness. The years of pretending she didn't exist.I imagine the staircase. Each step takes me deeper into myself. Deeper into the place where my wolf sleeps.I walk down, step by step.The darkness is absolute. The silence is complete. But I keep walking. I keep descending. I keep hoping.And then—a flicker.A warmth in my chest. A presence, faint but real.I gasp.And then it's gone.There's n

Chapter 275: Question That Haunts

Selena's POV I'm sitting on the bed, my body heavy with exhaustion, my heart heavier still.Maya is beside me, her presence a warm anchor in the storm of my emotions. My head rests on her chest, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat a lullaby that should soothe me but doesn't.Her hand strokes the back of my head in slow, gentle motions, her fingers threading through my hair. Our other hands are intertwined, holding each other like a lifeline.Greta sits before us on the edge of the bed, her hands resting on my legs. Her touch is warm, grounding, a silent reminder that I'm not alone.That I've never been alone, even when I felt like I was."Everything will be alright," Greta says softly.I want to believe her. I want to believe it more than anything."I'm scared," I whisper. "So scared."Greta's eyes find mine with uncanny accuracy. She can easily see the fear written across my face, the trembling in my voice,

Chapter 276: Truth of That Day

Selena's POV "Why did my wolf attack my mother?"The question hangs in the air between us. It's a question I've carried for ten years—a wound that never healed, a mystery that haunted every quiet moment, a guilt that gnawed at my soul.Greta doesn't flinch. She doesn't look away. She simply takes my hand in hers, her fingers warm against my cold skin."There are two possibilities," she says softly. "And I believe both are true."I wait, my heart pounding."Your wolf didn't attack your mother because she was evil. She didn't attack her because she hated her. She attacked her because she was terrified."I blink, confused."Think about it, Selena. You were a child. It was your first shift. Your wolf had never been out before... never seen the world, never smelled the air, never felt the grass beneath her paws. Everything was new. Everything was overwhelming. The sounds were too loud. The smells were too s

Chapter 277: Apology To My Other Half

Selena's POV The room is dark.The only light comes from the pale moon filtering through the curtains, casting silver shadows across the floor.Maya is asleep beside me on the vast bed, her breathing soft and even, her face peaceful in a way mine will never be. Greta is on the other side, her face relaxed.I can't sleep.I'm lying on my side, staring at nothing. The tears come and go, silent streams that slide from one eye, across the bridge of my nose, and disappear into the pillow beneath my cheek.I don't wipe them away. I don't try to stop them. What's the point?My mind is a storm, thoughts crashing against each other like waves in a hurricane. Since I realize it was really not her fault.My wolf.I think about her—really think about her—for the first time in years.Not as a tool. Not as a power. Not as something to be feared or controlled or suppressed.As a companion. The ot

Chapter 278: Stairs of Memory

Selena's POVI'm standing on the first step of the white staircase.The void stretches endlessly around me—black, empty, silent.The stairs descend into darkness, one step at a time, disappearing into shadows I can't see through. My white gown billows around my ankles though there's no wind. My bare feet are cold against the luminous steps.I take a breath. Then I take a step.And the first memory appears.I see myself—barely seven years old—standing in front of a mirror. My eyes are red and swollen from crying. Behind me, in the reflection, Mama lies on the bed.And there, in the corner of my mind, I see her.My wolf.A small white pup, confused, whimpering, trying to reach out to me."I hate you! You hurt Mama! I never want to see you again!"The words echo in the void around me, sharp and cruel."You monster! Look what you did! You're not my wolf… you're a beast! A filthy, disgusting beast! I wish you had never been born!"*The wolf howls. It's a sound of pure, shattered grief. And

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