All Chapters of Reborn Luna:Her Second Chance Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I just wish I could get a second chance.” The words echoed in a deep, dark void. Everything seemed still and calm for a while before a bright light started piercing through the darkness. A gasp was heard as Odessa suddenly sat up in bed, looking around her as she touched herself frantically. “Where am I?” she asked, looking around the room, which was oddly familiar. She was lying in bed dressed in a blue fancy gown, and the last time she remembered wearing that was for her eighteenth birthday, which was the same day as the mating ceremony that year. “What happened?” she asked, looking around her in a panicked manner. “Where am I?” Rushing over to the mirror, she was stunned to see she was so much younger and was dressed in the fancy blue gown she wore on her eighteenth birthday. “What happened?” She looked down at her neck, and she didn't see any mark that should have been from a needle piercing her skin. She rushed over to the calendar on the table and was stunned to see she

Odessa walked out of her room dressed in a beautiful black off-shoulder dress, which was made with an expensive-looking and stretchy material that glued to her curves and stopped just on her knees. The dress hugged her figure elegantly, enhancing her silhouette. Odessa walked down the stairs, watching the maids as they carried her bags down with them. Alpha Devon, Beta Elias, Lucas, and Emma were standing at the end of the stairs waiting for her to come down. Emma had an expression of jealousy she didn't fail to show as she folded her arms across her chest, looking up at her stepsister as she went down the stairs. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Elias asked her as she got before them. “It isn't too late to say you don't want to and just let Emma go for it.” “It's fine, Beta Elias. I'm sure she can take care of it. If it's just after a year or two, after giving him an heir, she could demand to leave and come back here. Right, Odessa?” Alpha Devon asked, and Odessa nodded

A scream escaped her lips as she saw that, and the lights were immediately flicked on. Desmond was standing there at the kitchen island, staring at her with a raised brow. “What were you so scared about?” he asked her, looking down at her fingers, which were being twisted in front of her. “I'm sorry. I was scared.” She let out a sigh of relief before looking around the kitchen, which looked beautiful. The kitchen island was in the middle of the room, a part of the wall glass from wall to ceiling, overlooking the forest behind the pack house. Although it was still raining outside, the outside was brightly lit with lamps all around. “If you're hungry, you can just make yourself something to eat.” He was oddly calm from the rumors she had heard about him. She stared right at him and didn't move from the spot she was, and this made him look in her direction again. “I would kill you on the spot if I wanted to kill you without you knowing, but it'll only be useless to me,” he said.

Odessa stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling mirror in the main living room on their floor, not believing the day they had picked for the wedding had arrived. She still thought this was all a sarcastic comment till she saw the guests start arriving since the previous day. “Is this tight enough, my lady?” the seamstress asked her. She was helping Odessa into her red dress, which was the tradition of the pack. Any woman who was to be married to her husband-to-be would wear the red dress. “Or do you want me to—” “I'm going to choke. Please loosen it a little,” Odessa said, her voice just above a whisper, and the seamstress immediately did as she was asked. “That's much better.” Odessa sighed before looking at her reflection in the mirror. The dress was adorned with thousands of crystals, and the dress was very light and fitted her shape perfectly. Her hair was up in a majestic bun with red crystals and jewels hung in her hair. She looked more elegant than she usually did

There was silence between the two as Odessa wiped off the wounds on his hands. It was like he got into a battle with some animals, and he wasn't healing on time. She quietly cleaned them, expecting him to tell her where he got the wounds from, but they both kept mute. “So you won't tell me what caused these bruises and wounds?” She said to him, making him look at her. But he buried his head, looking down at the floor. “Desmond,” she called, and he slowly looked up at her. “Answer me, will you?” “You'll just leave like the rest of them if I tell you.” He replied calmly, and at the same time, anger hinted in his tone. “They haven't even learned who I am, and they all ran from me. How am I sure you won't do the same when you find out?” “Who's telling you that nonsense?” She looked at him with a raised brow and a frown. “Do I look like someone who will judge you for anything?” “But you do look like someone who can beat me up for anything.” He mumbled, and for the first time