Alle Kapitel von Second Chance For The Broken Luna: Kapitel 141 – Kapitel 150

Krista*Laurel’s eyes lit with fire at once. I met her gaze evenly despite the hostility radiating off her.“I take no joy in the anguish this situation is causing you,” I admitted honestly. “Soon enough, I’ll be on my way and you can put all this behind you. Until then, can you leave me be and stop making a fool of yourself?”A dangerous silence passed between us. Laurel stared at me with such intensity I could practically feel her temper clawing to be let out. Her nostrils flared slightly. “A fool of myself?” she repeated softly.My wolf’s ears flattened in warning.“You know what, Krista? I’m going to give you a chance.”I raised a brow.“A chance to prove you really don’t want to be here,” she continued. “A chance to prove you really don’t plan to insert yourself into Jacob’s life again.”I already knew I was not going to like whatever came next.Laurel took a step closer. “Tonight, I want you to disappear from Jacob’s life, just the way you did two years ago.” My fingers stilled

Krista*My brows rose immediately. Jacob? I looked at the sheer size of the boxes again, bewildered. What in the world had he sent? Curiosity stirred despite myself and I stepped closer, intending to open one of the boxes myself, but one of the servants gasped softly. “Oh no, Luna, please allow me.”Before I could protest, she rushed forward and fumbled with the latches. Her fingers slipped twice in her haste before the lock finally clicked open and the lid lifted. And I forgot how to breathe for a second.Inside lay dresses. Not just dresses but gorgeous dresses.Rich fabrics shimmered in the light of the room, colors deep and luminous. Silk, velvet, satin. Every piece looked exquisitely tailored, elegant enough for royalty. My eyes swept over intricate embroidery worked into hems and sleeves, delicate beadwork glinting like captured starlight.The servant carefully lifted the first gown free. It was a deep emerald green with flowing sleeves and silver detailing at the bodice.“Oh,”

Krista*The convoy of the Red Moon pack broke through the treeline late in the afternoon. Hulking wolves poured through the forest in silent formation, their paws pounding against the earth. A chill clung to the air as we emerged from the woods, the sprawling territory of the Nightwalker pack finally stretching before us. At the very front ran Jacob. Even in wolf form, he was impossible to mistake. Every wolf in the convoy unconsciously oriented themselves around him. The strength of an Alpha radiated from him even without words.I kept pace beside him, my silver fur catching the weak afternoon light, gleaming pale against the darker wolves surrounding us. The wind whipped through my coat as we ran and despite the exhaustion weighing down my limbs after nearly two days of travel, relief coursed through me at finally arriving.Stationed along the walls of Nightwalker pack grounds were wolves, all of them in their human forms. The moment they spotted our convoy approaching, their post

Krista*I mulled over his words silently as we continued down the corridor. Ahead of us, Agatha moved gracefully through the corridors despite her age, her gown whispering softly against the floor. The manor itself was beautiful in a severe sort of way with its dark polished wood, towering archways and iron candle holders wrought into twisting wolves and moons. Yet grief lingered over everything like a veil. Even the servants we passed moved quietly, their faces drawn and exhausted.The Nightwalker Pack was mourning not only an Alpha, but safety itself.“Here we are,” Agatha announced softly. I blinked, pulled from my thoughts. She stood before enormous oak double doors carved with twisting vines and wolves under crescent moons. The handles gleamed silver in the candlelight. Agatha turned the knob carefully and pushed the doors inward.The scent of ash spilled over me first. The chamber beyond was enormous, more akin to a private wing than a room. It was nearly the size of a trainin

Krista*By the time we finished eating, darkness had fully settled outside.The windows reflected the room back at us now: the firelight, the candle glow, the enormous bed lurking ominously in the center of everything.I set my fork down softly and leaned back slightly in my chair, exhaustion suddenly crashing into me all at once.Travel fatigue.Emotional fatigue.The constant strain of pretending Jacob’s nearness did not affect me.Jacob glanced toward the windows thoughtfully. “We still have a few hours before the Final Farewell begins.”I nodded, stifling a yawn.He rose from his chair. “You should wash first,” he said. “And try to get some rest before midnight.”I opened my mouth to protest automatically before realizing it would do me no good. I was exhausted.“I’ll have the servants come clear the table,” he added.There was something unexpectedly considerate about the matter-of-fact way he said it. It stirred something uncomfortable and soft inside my chest. Because the more