All Chapters of From Rejected Slave to Second Chance Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Spurn’s POVCrack! The sound splits through the kitchen like a whip. Pain explodes across my cheek, hot and sharp, and my palms slide against the wet floor where I have been scrubbing on my hands and knees. “What the fuck are you doing? Get up, you lazy piece of shit. You need to wash this for the party.” Crack! My sister’s hand catches me again, and this time my teeth clamp down on the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood. I learned a long time ago not to cry, not to whimper, not to make even the smallest sound. Sound only feeds them. Tears only make them meaner. By the time she finishes screaming, she has a fist in my hair and is dragging me down the basement stairs. My knees hit every step. My scalp burns. The last thing I feel is my body slamming into the cold metal side of the washer, the last thing I hear is her voice calling me worthless. The washer and dryer are not normal household machines. They are industrial size, two washers and two dryers, huge and hard and unfo

Spurn’s POVThe next morning was our eighteenth birthday, though only Morgan’s name mattered inside Moon Howlers. From the moment the sun rose, the pack house belonged to her. Servants carried flowers through the halls. Warriors hung decorations in the ballroom. My mother’s voice floated from room to room, sharp and excited, giving orders for Morgan’s party as if the entire pack existed to celebrate her first breath. No one mentioned that I had been born ten minutes after her. No one looked toward the basement and wondered if I was waiting for my wolf too. They locked me downstairs for most of the day, then summoned me only after the party was over so I could clean up the mess left behind. I had heard the celebration through the floorboards for hours. Music. Laughter. Morgan’s delighted squeals as she opened gift after gift. Every cheer landed inside me like proof that my life had been measured, weighed, and thrown away before I ever had a chance to become anything else. I sat on my c

Spurn’s POVGraduation day should have felt like freedom. Instead, I woke before dawn to Morgan kicking the side of my cot and throwing a wrinkled dress at my face. “Wear that,” she snapped. “And do not make us look bad.” The dress had once been hers, pale blue and pretty before she ruined it. A stain marked the skirt, and one sleeve hung loose where the seam had torn. I put it on anyway because it was cleaner than my usual clothes and because, for one morning, I wanted to pretend I was allowed to be more than the girl in the basement.The ceremony was held in the academy auditorium. Families filled the seats, cheering, waving, and holding flowers for their graduates. I stood at the edge of my class and kept my hands folded in front of me so no one would see them shaking. Morgan stood several rows ahead of me, surrounded by the wolves who always orbited her. Dominik was there, polished and proud in his graduation robe, already carrying himself like the Alpha heir everyone expected him

Alpha Damon’s POVAfter hours in my room, waiting for Jacob to return with the information I had asked for, I finally managed to force my breathing into something close to calm. Stowne was still pacing beneath my skin, restless and furious, but I had enough control now to think. That was what I needed most. Not rage. Not instinct. A plan. Moon Howlers was the most disrespectful, rotten pack I had ever encountered, and every second I remained under their roof made my wolf want to tear the place apart. But if I acted too soon, my mate would pay for it. I could not let that happen. When a knock sounded at my door, I knew before I opened it that Jacob had arrived. I unlocked the door and stepped aside, watching his face carefully as he entered. Whatever he had found, it had hardened his expression.“Damon,” Jacob said, already moving toward the sitting area, “I did the search you asked for.” Most wolves would never address me by my first name, but Jacob had earned that right long before e

Spurn’s POVI did not know what going home was supposed to feel like.The black SUV carried us away from Moon Howlers, and every mile felt too quiet. I kept waiting for someone to shout for the driver to stop. I kept waiting for Blake’s hand to close around my arm, for Morgan’s voice to snap my name, for Alpha Amos to order everyone to drag me back inside because slaves did not leave. The pack house disappeared behind us, then the gate, then the road that had marked the edge of everything I had ever known. Still, I could not make myself breathe like it was over.Damon sat beside me with his hand wrapped gently around mine. His thumb moved in slow circles over my skin, soft and steady, like he was trying to teach my body a rhythm other than fear. Dr. Cross rode with us, his medical bag close, quiet but watchful in the way he had always been when he was worried about me. Tessa sat beside Jacob in the row ahead, her shoulders tense, her fingers twisted together in her lap. No one spoke m