All Chapters of Second Chance For The Broken Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Jacob*“Just an observation,” I added.Before she could fire back, I turned my attention to Krista, my tone shifting to something more serious. “Krista, we need to talk,” I said, the words coming out more like an order than a request. “And I’d prefer we do it now.”Krista’s eyes flicked to me, her expression guarded. For a moment, she didn’t respond, and I could see the hesitation in her gaze.Kenan growled low in his throat, his protective instincts flaring as he took a step closer to her. “She doesn’t owe you anything,” he snapped.I turned my head slowly to face him, letting the weight of my authority settle into my voice. “This isn’t about what she owes me,” I said coldly. “It’s about what needs to be done.”Kenan’s anger was clear to see, his hackles practically rising as he turned his glare on me. “This isn’t your pack grounds,” he said, his voice edged with barely restrained fury. “You don’t get to bark orders at her like that.”I squared my shoulders, letting his words wash o

Krista *The weight of Jacob’s words lingered, settling deep in my chest and stealing the breath I wanted to fire back at him. I opened my mouth to demand he say whatever it was he had come here for and leave, but the exhaustion hit me like a wave. Before I could give him a reply, he quickly adds, “You look tired Krista. Why don’t we have this conversation tomorrow, when we’re both well rested?”I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to will the tension away but my body felt heavy and my mind felt cluttered. The idea of listening to him or anyone else speak at length right now just seemed like a cruel punishment. I hated that he had read me so easily, that he could still see the fatigue I tried to mask.“Fine,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. The weight of his stare pressed against my back as I turned slightly, nodding toward the path leading back to the cottage. “We’ll talk tomorrow. But don’t get too comfortable, Jacob. I still want you and your team out of her as soon as

Krista*The moment I stepped into the kitchen, my heart still hammering in my chest, I spotted Luke perched on a stool, happily shoveling food into his mouth as Kenan animatedly recounted how he had fought off the attackers yesterday, turning it into some grand tale. He was in his element, his deep voice weaving a story of how he had single-handedly fought off the “bad men” who had come to cause us trouble. Luke, his mouth smeared with crumbs, was completely enthralled, laughing between bites and hanging on to Kenan’s every word.Kenan paused mid-sentence when he saw me, his smile faltering as his sharp eyes immediately picked up on my frazzled state. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.I opened my mouth to answer, but no words came out. My thoughts were a tangled mess, and every attempt to articulate the fear that had gripped me failed miserably. How could I even begin to explain the sheer terror I’d felt when I woke up and found Luke gone? How could I put into words

Krista*Despite my harsh words, Jacob stepped closer, and the moment he did, I felt my breath hitch.I didn’t want to look at him—goddess help me, I didn’t—but my gaze had a will of its own, and it was drawn helplessly to the broad planes of his body. Droplets of water clung to his tanned skin, tracing paths over the muscles that lined his chest and stomach. His hair, damp from the stream, curled slightly at the ends, and his shoulders, strong and unyielding, seemed carved from stone.For a moment, I forgot myself.A deep part of me, one I had tried to bury long ago, stirred as memories resurfaced. Memories of his body intertwined with mine, of heated nights spent tangled in sheets, of his hands gripping my waist. I knew the feel of him too well. The realization sent a rush of something hot and unbearable through me, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to snap myself out of it.I hated him.I hated him.So why was my body betraying me like this?Jacob’s voice cut through the haz

Krista*I stormed back to the cottage much quicker than I had left it and let myself in through the back door. Jacob’s warriors were in the kitchen, scarfing down food and I ignored their curious stares as I passed without returning their murmured greetings.The towel clung to my damp skin, but I kept my head high, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing how flustered I truly was. Let them look. Let them wonder. I didn’t care. All that mattered was getting Jacob out of my life for good.I headed straight for my room and slammed the door behind me, my pulse still racing from our confrontation at the stream. My hands trembled slightly as I dressed, tugging on my clothes with more force than necessary. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, frustration, and something else I didn’t want to name. I was acutely aware that Jacob might already be on his way back to the cottage, and the thought made my skin prickle with unease.On a normal day, Luke and I would have gone to the n