Todos os capítulos de Reborn Luna:Her Second Chance Mate : Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

Guilt ate at Melina's chest as she woke up the next day for her early morning workout and saw the workers disposing of the meal that was left cold on the kitchen island from the previous night. No, snap out of it. Melina, you were justified. You genuinely thought he was a thief. You haven't seen him before. So how were you supposed to know he wasn't an intruder? You're not a mind reader. Her subconscious chastised herself pitifully, but for some reason she couldn't quell the guilt she felt no matter how hard she tried. Which was why she had ditched ballet and was currently making a plate of fruits and making toast and bacon for some kid she knew nothing about. She walked in to find him sleeping soundly under the sheets. A black hoodie she recognized as hers clad on his frail body. Her heart ached as she watched him, and painful memories of the shell she once was before therapy tried to invade her mind. But she ignored them. Dropping the tray of food, she pulled open one of the dr

You two get back inside with the rest. I'll take care of them. Yes, Luna. The pack warriors bowed as they jogged out of the entrance and upstairs. Now what shall I do with them? She scanned each and every one of them with bored, golden eyes. Moving forward, she plucked the bullet out of the air and then stood in front of the man with a gun. She removed the gun from his hand and analyzed it. She heard footsteps approach her from behind, and recognized their aura immediately. How do you know they are hunters? She asked. Without looking back at the symbol on the bullet, it's their signature, Xavier explained as he walked towards her and collected the gun. You see this? He asked, with a finger pointed at a letter written in cursive. There was a design of two knives crossed in an X shape over the cursive V. This stands for Ventatorious Luni, Latin. Mm. Xavier nodded in agreement. What does it mean? Odessa asked as she listened attentively to Xavier's explanation. It was Alaric who re

A week has passed since Odessa has sent Helios to stay with Alaric. He had begun both emotional therapy and speech therapy in order to lessen the burden of his traumatic past. Alaric always called to give her feedback on his progress, and so far he was cooperating with the therapist. Glad that at least he wanted to heal and was working on becoming a better werewolf. The reason why she chose Alaric as his guardian was because she trusted him. And she knew Alaric would take care of him like a father would, like a brother would. She was satisfied with her decision. And there was the issue with the hunters, ever since the day she had disposed of them, they had not shown their face at the pack again. Good. That was good, as long as. As they stayed away from her and her family, she wouldn't have any issues with them. Her only priority, as of that moment, was trying to find a way to get her mate back, which was proving to be quite difficult. Her first plan, which was getting a

Before Odessa met Desmond, she had never expected how much her life would take a turn. Well, her life did start off dramatically at first with her reincarnation, but she never would have thought she would be in this position right now. She had fought death and won. She had fought rogues and witches and won hell. She brought someone back to life, fought creatures called shadow crawlers. And let's not forget, she defeated a bunch of alphas who tried to question her authority. She had done all that. But then when it came to her mate, she couldn't even save him from a love spell. How pathetic. How useless. Her powers were all for nothing. She didn't want them. If she didn't have him, she was nothing. Without him in her world, she was better off dead. Odessa's vision blurred as tears streamed down her face, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She couldn't bear the sight of Desmond, her mate, under Emma's spell. The thought of him enjoying Emma's touch, her kisses, was lik

No. Desmond wailed with absolute pain in his voice. His knees hitting the ground with a painful thud. He ignored the pain. His body numbed to everything, but the sharp, stabbing pain in his chest from the severing of the mate bond. From losing his mate. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he cradled her head on his lap. Blood pooled around their bodies, staining the concrete floor a bright red. Why aren't you healing, Odessa? Why aren't you healing? Who did this? Who did this to you? He cried as he rocked her lifeless body on his lap. Unknowingly, Odessa had been staring at him for a few minutes now, wondering if he was real, if he was actually there, wondering if this wasn't just another one of Emma's tricks. But what if, yes, the thought of what-ifs were there? What if he had actually managed to break free from the spell just for him to find her dead and unmoving? Odessa breathed in and out, deciding that it was better to stop this nonsense and do the right thing. It was better to