All Chapters of The Rejected Luna's Second Chance: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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CHAPTER 150: God To Me

Damian's POV The morning air is fresh, filled with the scent of dew and distant pines. I spot Gracia in the courtyard, sitting on a stone bench that faces the training grounds. His coffee sits in his hands, untouched and cooling down. His gaze is on the warriors below, but I can tell he’s not really seeing them.I take a seat next to him. "We need to stop giving Luna that herbal tea."He slowly turns to me, his brow furrowing. "Why?"I’ve rehearsed this lie, and it feels heavy as I say it. "The herbs and meds… they’re doing the opposite of their intended purpose. They’re causing her more pain and weakening her instead of helping. Just to clear It’s nobody’s fault, Gracia. Her condition is unique. What helps others just harms her."His expression crumbles. The hope I saw yesterday flickers and fades away. "I—I didn’t know. I thought…" He puts down his coffee and presse

CHAPTER 151: Gutter Rat

Gracia's POV I was born in the Sunscorched Territories, on the antipodean side of the world where the sun burned too hot and the earth was too dry. The pack was called The Obsidian Claw—a name that meant nothing to anyone outside its borders. To me, it meant everything. It meant the place where I learned to bleed.My mother was a maid. Her name was Anisa. She had soft hands and a broken smile. She scrubbed floors and washed linens and bore the weight of an Alpha's attention without ever asking for it. My father was the Alpha. He never acknowledged me. He never had to.I remembered her hands most of all. They were always raw, always bleeding, always moving. She would hold me in the corner of the servants' quarters, her body blocking the door, her voice barely a whisper."Don't make a sound, my little one. Don't make a sound. They'll take you away if they hear you."I was four years old. I didn't understand what she meant. I only

CHAPTER 152: Monster's Basement

Gracia's POV The basement was a tomb.It was long and narrow, carved from cold stone, with a single small window near the ceiling. Iron bars crossed it, letting in slivers of gray light and the shadows of feet passing by above. Those feet belonged to free wolves. Wolves who had never known what it was like to sleep on damp stone, to wear chains that bit into your wrists, to wake every morning knowing that today would be your last day.I learned the rhythm of this place quickly. Wake. Get beaten. Eat. Work. Be beaten. Sleep. Repeat.The days blurred together, each one indistinguishable from the last. The only markers were the wounds—fresh ones layered over old ones, pain that never fully faded. I stopped counting the days. I stopped counting the lashes. I stopped counting the reasons to keep breathing.Castor was a monster.He beat us because his coffee gets cold. He beat us because he imagined his brother was looking down

CHAPTER 153: Blood Of Brothers

Gracia's POV The world stopped."Jorden killed them." The words came out hollow, distant, like they belonged to someone else. I cupped Ivy's face, my hands trembling. "Ivy, explain to me properly. They can't just… they won't die like this."Ivy shook her head, her sobs wracking her small frame. She couldn't speak. Her words came out in broken fragments between hiccups."Jorden… he stole a cake. From the Alpha's room. It was for his children."I stared at her. "A cake?""A birthday cake. For the Alpha's youngest. I saw him… I saw Jorden putting something under Leo and Cyr's things. When I asked what he was doing, he said it was nothing. He told me to mind my own business." Her voice cracked. "I should have known. I should have said something."My heart pounded against my ribs. "What happened next?"Ivy wiped her face with shaking hands. "A maid said she saw one of the slaves le

#CHAPTER 154: Price Of Hope

Gracia's POV Months passed.The three of us remained in the basement, hollow shells of who we used to be. Ivy and I stayed in our corner, away from Jorden. We couldn't speak to him. Every time I looked at him, I saw Leo and Cyr's faces. I heard their screams. I felt the weight of their absence pressing down on my chest.Jorden was more hollow than both of us combined. He didn't eat. He didn't sleep. He just sat in his corner, staring at nothing, his eyes empty. The guilt had consumed him from the inside out. He was a ghost wearing a living body.Ivy stayed close to me. She was terrified of Jorden now, and she didn't want to be alone with him. I understood. I kept her close, my arm around her, shielding her from the world. I knew Jorden would never hurt her. I knew he was broken beyond repair. But Ivy's fear was real, and I would do anything to protect her.Ivy had changed since Leo and Cyr died. She had developed PTSD. She had nightma

CHAPTER 155: Stolen Moment

Gracia's POV The basement was colder than usual. Not just the damp stone, but the silence. It had a different texture after a death—thick, heavy with ghosts of voices that would never speak again.I sat in the corner, Ivy’s head on my shoulder. Her tears had soaked through my shirt. She’d been crying since she learned about Jorden’s death, quiet shuddering waves that had subsided into hollow, trembling exhaustion.I stared at the empty space where Jorden used to sit. Hours ago, he’d been there. Breathing. Talking. Hoping. The space where Leo and Cyr used to sleep. The space where fragile hope had tried to put down roots.Now they were all dead.The watchkeeper had laughed when he kicked Jorden’s body over. I could still hear that sharp bark of amusement. I could still see the dark bloom spreading across fallen leaves. He’d dragged Jorden away like a sack of grain, the laugh fading into the tre

CHAPTER 156: Broken Bird

Gracia's POV The year came to an end. Winter had arrived.The basement grew colder with each passing day. The small window with its iron bars let in drafts that cut through our thin clothes like knives. Our wounds hurt more and healed slower. The cold seeped into our bones, making every movement ache. I watched Ivy shiver in her sleep, her body pressed against mine for warmth. I held her tighter, trying to shield her from the cold. It was all I could do. It was never enough.My and Ivy's life became a rhythm. Wake in each other's arms, eat whatever scraps we were given, get beaten by Castor while holding Ivy, and then she heal me. I made sure nothing happened to her. I positioned myself between her and Castor every time. I took the blows meant for her. I endured the pain so she wouldn't have to. Castor laughed at us while beating us, mocking our devotion."Look at the little rat protecting his whore," he would sneer. "How touching. How p

CHAPTER 157: Bird's Letter

Gracia's POV My Love Gracia,If you are reading this, then I am already gone. I am sorry. I am sorry for the lies, the deception, and the silence. I wanted to tell you so many things, but I was too afraid. I am a coward. I have always been a coward.I found out days ago. Ellie confirmed it. I am pregnant.When she told me, I felt my world collapse. I hoped it would be yours. I prayed it would be yours. But I know it's not. I know it's his. Castor's. The monster who took everything from me. The monster who took you from me.I cannot have his child. I cannot bring a life into this world that carries his blood. That child would be innocent. That child would have done nothing wrong. But I cannot look at that child and see him. I cannot raise a child who would remind me of that day every single moment.So I chose to leave. I chose to end this. It is the only choice I have left.

CHAPTER 158: Healer's Heart

Sera's POV I was twenty years old, joyful, energetic, and kind. Everyone in the North and throughout the pack adored me. Not because I was the Alpha's daughter, but because of who I was—humble, grounded, and always ready to help. I smiled at everyone. I treated the lowest omega with the same respect I gave the highest warrior. It was how my mother would have wanted it. It was how I wanted it.I was a noblewoman because of my mother. She died giving birth to me, but I knew her through the stories my father told and the pictures he kept in his study and Phone. He would sit with me for hours, showing me her photographs, telling me about her kindness, her grace, her unwavering strength. She was the most noble woman he had ever known, and he made sure I knew it.I wanted to be just like her. I walked like her, talked like her, dressed like her. I only wore gowns—the long, flowing kind she wore in the old photographs. I pract

CHAPTER 159: Silvermoon Healers

Sera's POV I was pacing through the pack house, my footsteps echoing against the stone floors. Eve had vanished without telling me where she was going—something she never did. She was always by my side, always watching, always making sure I ate and slept and didn't work myself to exhaustion.But today, she was gone.I checked every room. The kitchen, where the cooks were preparing the midday meal. The library, where the morning light streamed through the tall windows. The garden, where the flowers were in full bloom. The servants' quarters. The healing wing. Every place where Eve could possibly be.Nothing.I stood in the hallway, my hands on my waist, frowning. Perhaps she had gone to the Beta's mansion for something. It was the only place I hadn't checked. Arthur's home was separate from the pack house, where he and his wife and living peaceful that’s the request he ask to my father, a mansion as wedding gift.I w

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