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He takes another sip from his drink, savoring the moment before he reveals his enigmatic connection to King Stellan and myself. "Ah, dear Isa, you underestimate the power of your existence," he taunts, his voice laced with arrogance. "Allow me to shed some light on the matter. You see, I am well aware that you are currently living your second life, after meeting a gruesome end in your first."

I was here first, this was all mine. "I'm Lucy. You see, I'm the first and only love, even though you rejected him, look who begged me years later to be his breeder." I paused to gauge her reaction and was immediately taken aback by it. She seemed unfazed, she looked bored out of her mind and couldn't wait for me to finish. "Did you say 'Luna' oops! You mean a human baby factory. You better fall off your high horse before I push you down." I said.

I had found my mate, my purpose, and my future. I had lost everything before and still, the Moon Goddess gave me another chance. A second chance at love. A second chance at life. A second chance to be who I was always meant to be and to chase my dream. The Luna of the Lunaris Dominion pack. The daughter of Alpha Edward of the Silvercrest pack. The End. The Luna’s Second Chance Thanks for reading The Luna's Second Chance to the end. I apologize for the slow updates, not diving deep into details, and rushing to conclude it. The reading rate deteriorated, and I felt it wouldn't be nice to keep writing.

They were practically done for. Gary and Shannon were about to leave with Luke, but my bodyguard stopped them. Gary turned around and looked at me with a dark face. "What's the meaning of this?" I turned and looked at the mother, who was a KOL. "Do you want your live stream to reach a new high?" The KOL's eyes immediately lit up. I looked at Ben and nodded. "Play it." The projected Emily's figure. Then the video showed Luke surrounding her with a couple of boys. "Who said you could call anyone Dad? I'm going to teach you a lesson that you'll never forget!"

Well, fuck. I spend the next minutes looking at their profiles, one was a high school kid, one a gay rights activist, another an 80 year old man with only a picture of his wife and dog posted, I found that cute. One was a young professor, another seemed to be a fake AI account, I keep seeing more of the likes, I almost give up until… I come across a private account, with nothing but ‘vegetarian’ in the bio, no profile pic, no further info.

This was the very day I had given birth in my previous life—the same day my own child had been killed by this monster! Panic ignited within me. Ignoring the pain from childbirth, I reached for the baby. “Give him to me!” Damien handed him over. I immediately unwrapped the swaddling, pulled down the baby’s pants, and saw it—a round, bluish birthmark on his bottom. Blood roared in my veins. This was the ungrateful child I had raised in my previous life! It was Damien and his sister-in-law, Vanessa Grant’s illegitimate son! Damien smiled calmly as he attempted to deceive me.

She asked sarcastically, earning a startled scoff from me. “Oh wow, you have grown wings; I can see that. I mean, you now even dare to talk back to me.” She smirked. “I’ve always had wings, Luna Theresa. Always. You were just too full of yourself to notice that there were people better than you. However, I want to let you know today that you’re nothing.” “Tch.” I scoffed, my fists tightening beside me. “You're a worthless person who only steps on others to attain higher positions in life. But I want you to know that all that will come to an end, and you will have nothing but regret for all the actions you’ve committed.”

He looked so sure of what he said, even though he whispered it like he was scared of being wrong. I had imagined this moment many times. But not like this. Not in a karaoke room with his drunk sister sleeping on a sofa. Not when my mind was already stretched thin from everything that had happened. I swallowed. “I am not Claire,” I said quietly. He stared at me like he did not hear me well. “Isabella,” I continued, steadying my voice. “My name is Isabella.” His brows came together slightly. “You look exactly like her.” “Well, I am not her,” I said, lifting my chin a little just to give myself the strength I needed. “I don’t know who she is or why you think I look like her, but I am not.”

She pouted in realisation. “See. Tiny,” he teased and broke into laughter. She pulled away, pursing her lips. She wasn’t mad though. She found it kinda cute. He was so big and she was tiny. They both would make a cute couple. She stared at him and wondered if this thought had ever crossed his mind. A grin grew on her face as she found herself losing in the waves of his deep sonorous laughter. How someone can have such a burst of amazing laughter? “What’s the joke about?” Shanice set her bag down on the table and asked, interrupting their conversation. Serena sent a smile her way as Shanice took a seat beside Asher.

“It’s twins. I’m pregnant. With twins.” Luca stared at me. The battlefield was dead silent. A long moment passed, and then something flickered in his eyes… Wonder. “Twins?” he repeated softly, his voice breaking on the word. I nodded, tears slipping down again, this time not from fear—but from overwhelming relief. Ls And then, he soft beautiful smile appeared on his face, a tear slipping down his cheek. He grabbed me with both hands, kissed me hard on my lips. We shared in that warmth for a while before he pulled back then he whispered to my ear,