All Chapters of Rejected Plus-Size is now a Second Chance Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JadeThe afternoon tea in the glass conservatory was supposed to be a low-key gathering of ranked pack women. Aster had practically begged me to go, insisting that while he loved our daily talks, I needed friends in the Royal Pack beyond my maid and Healer Myron.At first, the atmosphere seemed promising. Two of the older beta females genuinely welcomed me, asking about my administrative work at the welfare office and praising the new winter distribution system. But as the tea poured, the seating arrangements naturally shifted, and I found myself sitting near a polished circle of noble she-wolves led by Lady Celeste.Celeste gave me a sweet, razor-sharp smile over the rim of her porcelain cup. "It really is fascinating how well you’ve adjusted, Lady Jade," she began smoothly, her voice carrying across the quiet conservatory. "Though I suppose life in a small border pack like Skyton must have been... far less demanding.""Skyton was different," I replied evenly, setting my cup down. "B

Aster"Two hours," Healer Myron had warned me earlier that morning, pointing a stern, ink-stained finger directly into my face. "No running, no lifting, and if you start wheezing, you return immediately. Otherwise, I will chain you to that infirmary bed myself, King or not."I had laughed him off, but the moment I stepped past the palace courtyard and into the crisp afternoon air, an intoxicating sense of freedom flooded my lungs. It was the first time since the silver ambush in that freezing cave that I was permitted to leave the grounds.And the only person I wanted by my side was walking just half a step behind me."Are you certain you should be out here without an armed escort?" Jade asked, glancing nervously over her shoulder at the palace gates fading in the distance.She wore a rich plum-colored day dress tailored with soft velvet trimming that framed her collarbones and swept neatly over her full hips. Her dark hair was braided loosely to one side, exposing the smooth, unblemi

Jade I don’t want to be your friend. The words had cut sharp and deep when they tore from Asher’s mouth, but by the third morning of staring at the ceiling of my guest suite, the sting had hardened into resolve. I was done obsessing over his shifting moods, done jumping at every sharp command, and entirely done trying to understand a male who wanted nothing more than to push me away. He had drawn his boundary. Fine. I would build my own world on this side of it. I channeled every ounce of restless energy into the welfare office. For two weeks straight, I arrived before Master Vance unlocked the main doors, cross-referencing district supply routes, trimming unnecessary administrative waste, and streamlining winter allocations. When the Royal Council formally reviewed the autumn records, my dual-verification ledger was unanimously and officially adopted as the new pack-wide standard. On a rainy Tuesday afternoon, Master Vance knocked on the door of the small private records roo

Asher"What happened here?"My voice hit the courtyard like a shockwave, heavy with raw Alpha command that drove every wolf within twenty paces flat against the flagstones. The music had died, the fiddles silenced mid-note, and the only sound left was the ragged breathing of warriors pinned beneath the weight of my aura.I strode through the wreckage, kicking aside a splintered bench. Kellan was nursing bloody knuckles, standing over the burly soldier who had been knocked flat into the shattered pastry table.The drunk warrior groaned, spitting blood into the dirt as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. When his eyes found mine, the haze of alcohol vanished, replaced by sheer terror. "Sire... King Asher. It was—it was nothing. Just a misunderstanding. A bad joke between squadmates, that’s all.""A joke?" I growled, stepping into his space until the shadow of my frame fell across his battered face. The air in my throat tasted like copper and smoke."Asher, stop."The quiet voice cut t

AsterThe silver toxicity in my veins was finally gone.Healer Myron had pressed his glowing diagnostic talisman against my chest, scanning the clean pink line of the scar over my heart three separate times before letting out a long, satisfied sigh."The poison is purged," Myron had declared, adjusting his spectacles. "Her presence undoubtedly accelerated your recovery, King Aster. But the bond itself remains shrouded by the curse. There is no biological mandate forcing a permanent mate claim right now. Take your time."I didn't need a healer to tell me to take my time. I had seen the scars Jade carried—scars that ran far deeper than the wound in my chest.That afternoon, I invited her to walk along the sheltered southern colonnade overlooking the blooming orchards. When she arrived, dressed in a warm plum-colored wool dress with her hair swept back into a neat braid, her dark eyes were calm, but guarded."Myron cleared me this morning," I said, leaning my hip against a marble pillar