All Chapters of The Rejected Luna's Second Chance: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

162 Chapters

CHAPTER 110: Healer's Plea

Selena's POV My hand trembles as I grip the blade.Damian's side is exposed, dark and smoking. That silver poison is inching up his ribs, looking like it's alive, like fire. Greta leans in closer with the lamp. Maya stands behind me, her hand steadying me on my shoulder."Do it," Damian urges.I meet his gaze. He's pale, beads of sweat dot his forehead, but his eyes are calm."Selena.""I can't do this.""You can.""But I might hurt you.""I’m already in pain."I press my forehead against his. His skin feels like it's burning."I can't lose you," I whisper, my voice trembling."You won't."I pull back, my eyes on the wound.And then I cut.He doesn't scream. He grits his teeth, gripping the cot tightly until it starts to splinter.The silver shard is embedded deep. I catch a glimpse of it. I use the tip of the blade to pry it out.It makes a wet

CHAPTER 111: Vigil Days

Damian's POV Three days have passed.She’s been unconscious for three long days.Meanwhile, the war rages on without me. Caden’s taking charge of the eastern flank, Maya’s handling the reserves, and Basil’s out there holding the line with the warriors from Ironhold. I should be with them, standing by their side, fighting.But I can’t leave her.The tent feels cramped, but it’s private—Greta insisted on that. "She needs to rest," she said. "And you need to be here with her."Selena lies on the cot, her face pale and her hands cold to the touch. When I press my palm against her stomach, I can feel the babies moving. They’re still strong. Still fighting.She isn’t.I settle down beside her, my hand resting on her cheek. Her skin is cool, and her lips are dry."Wake up," I whisper. "Please."No response.---Morning of the fourth day.

CHAPTER 112: Victory Kiss

Maya's POV The morning is chilly, and mist hangs thickly over the valley. I’m standing on the ridge, arms crossed, watching my breath fog up in front of me. Caden is right next to me, still and quiet. He’s always quiet these days.Below, Viktor's camp is starting to come alive—fires crackling, people moving about. They’ve been regrouping for days now, biding their time.“We can’t hold out much longer,” I say, breaking the silence.Caden doesn’t look at me. “We don’t have to.”“What do you mean?”“Basil sent word. Reinforcements from Silvermoon are on the way. Two hundred, maybe more.”I exhale, feeling a weight lift just a bit. “When?”“Dawn.”And now, dawn is here.As the first light breaks, the horns sound.I hear them before I see them—engines growling in the distance. The

CHAPTER 113: Return To loved Ones

Selena's POV The convoy makes its way through the forest, headlights piercing the darkness. Warriors sit in silence, worn out and battered but, thankfully, alive. The battle is finished. Viktor has pulled back. For now, we’ve won.I’m in the back of an SUV with Damian beside me, his hand resting on my knee. My body hurts everywhere. The babies feel heavy and restless. But I’m still here. He’s still here.Rina sits in the seat in front, pressed against the window, watching the trees whip by outside. She’s been quiet for the past hour, and that’s rarely a good sign.“Maya is acting strange,” she says.I turn to her. “Strange how?”“She’s not talking. Just sitting in the corner of the back seat, staring blankly. And her face keeps getting red.”I glance at the rearview mirror. Maya is squished between Greta and Caden, arms crossed, jaw set tight.

CHAPTER 114: Broken Brother

Caden's POV The holding cells are in the basement of the council building. It's cold and damp down here, with the walls almost sweating. The lights flicker, casting long shadows.I haven't been back since the trial—not since I saw them drag my mother away or walked out of the courtroom without looking back.But here I am now. For Lucas.The guard nods and unlocks the door. "He’s been asking for you.""Really?""Every single day."I step inside.The cell is tiny, with just a cot, a sink, and a bucket. Lucas is sitting on the edge of the cot, hands in his lap, head hanging low. He looks thinner than I remember, with longer, matted hair. His clothes just hang on him.He doesn’t look up."Lucas."Slowly, he lifts his head. His eyes are hollow, dark circles underneath giving him a worn-out appearance. He looks older than me. Older than he should."Caden," he rasps. "You cam

CHAPTER 115: Small Journal

Selena's POV I wake up to the warmth surrounding me.The room is dimly lit, with the curtains drawn and the lamp on the nightstand casting a soft glow. Damian’s lap is under my head, his back against the headboard and his chin resting on his chest. He’s sleeping peacefully.I can’t help but watch him. The way his lips part slightly, how his chest rises and falls gently, and the way his hand lies on my stomach. The babies are quiet—maybe they’re sleeping, too.The war feels momentarily paused. Viktor has retreated, his forces broken and scattered. But I know he’s still out there somewhere, healing, plotting.We have time. Not a lot, but enough.I place my palm on Damian's chest, feeling his heart beat slow and steady.“Damian.”He doesn’t stir.I trace the contours of his face, feeling the lines of his jaw, his lips, and the scar above his eyebrow.

CHAPTER 116: Being Selfish

Damian's POV The scout shows up at noon.I’m in the war room, going over maps and making plans. Viktor is out there, healing and regrouping. I can feel it deep down.“Alpha.” The scout is panting, his face white as a sheet. “Viktor's forces are gathering in the eastern valley. He’ll be ready to strike in a week. Maybe sooner.”I grip the table’s edge. “How many?”“Eight hundred. Maybe more. He’s been recruiting and promising revenge.”I shut my eyes, the word revenge echoing in my mind. For Elena. For everything we’ve taken from him.“Thanks. Rest up. We’ll need you.”He leaves.I stand there, just staring at the map. The eastern valley. The same place where we’ve fought before. Viktor isn’t trying to play clever; he’s trying to break us.---Selena finds me an hour later.S

CHAPTER 117: Dark Beast

Selena's POV I drift off in his embrace.The room is dim, the lamp casting a low glow. Damian's hand rests on my bare breasts, his breathing steady. The house feels peaceful.But somewhere in that hazy space between dreams and wakefulness, I sense a shift.I'm in a field.Not the dull, gray one with lifeless grass. This place is vibrant, green, swaying in a breeze I can’t feel. The sky is a clear blue, the sun warms my skin.Yet, something's off.The birds are silent. No buzzing insects. It’s like the world is holding its breath.I turn around.He’s there.Aldric.He’s not a wolf this time. Instead, he’s a man. Older, with white hair and silver eyes, a scar running across his cheek. He’s donned in weathered leather and steel armor, clearly worn from battles.“Grandfather.”He gazes at me, his eyes wearied and heavy.“Yo

CHAPTER 118: Her Wet Eyes

Caden's POV The training grounds are a mess, muddy from weeks of boots and weapons. Warriors are sparring, swords glinting as they move, and their breath creates puffs in the chilly morning air. I stand in the middle, just my shirt on, sleeves rolled up, gripping a wooden sword.Finn, a young warrior, is circling me, searching for an opening. He’s quick, eager to show what he’s got.“Your guard’s falling,” I tell him.He lunges at me. I sidestep and tap his ribs with the flat of my blade.“Again.”He resets, takes a breath, and approaches me slower this time, a bit more controlled. I block his swing, counter, and disarm him. His sword clatters to the ground.“Better. Keep your feet beneath you.”He nods and picks up his blade again.I glance over to the edge of the field where Maya is sitting on a bench, arms crossed, focused on me. She’s been watc

CHAPTER 119: Amplifying Power

Selena's POV The medical tent feels warm, filled with the scent of herbs and freshly laundered linen. Sunlight streams through the canvas, creating golden stripes across the floor. Lily darts between the tables, her small feet pattering against the ground, her laughter bouncing off the walls."You can’t catch me!" she squeals.Greta is right behind her, arms outstretched, pretending to frown. "Oh yes I can!""No!"Lily ducks under a table, and Greta follows, making Lily squeal with delight.Meanwhile, Rina is on her knees, organizing bandages into neat piles, chatting away as usual."So then Maya said, 'I'm not blushing.' But her face was so red. Like, really red. Like a tomato. No, wait—like a strawberry. A super ripe strawberry. Do strawberries even blush? I don’t think they do. But if they did, they’d look like Maya."I can’t help but smile, resting my hands on my belly. The babies

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