All Chapters of Luna Scarlett's Second Chance: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Roman's pov Danis is still where we left him when I come back and Scarlett refuses to meet my eyes. Fenrir sends a ripple of sadness through my heart when he notices that, just the slightest bit of emotion to tell me he’s sad about this, but he’s also an Alpha who has his pride and won’t feel guilty when he was just trying to do what is best for his mate. “Is there any way to get rid of that thing, Danis?” The concern in her voice makes me understand why she’s angry, and I do, I understand it. Endangering the lives of wolves under my care all because of one female isn’t something that I would have ever done, but this female isn’t just any female. She’s half of my soul and she’s a second chance. People tend to take their first chance for granted. Elara’s loss was not something I ever imagined would happen. I never for once imagined that the sun would rise with me alive and without her by my side, but it did. Death came and dealt me a blow, one I still feel as heavy and as hard as

Scarlett's pov Danis doesn’t seem to understand it no matter how I explain to him.He stares at me warily and his brows scrunch in confusion. “You mean to tell me you saw a vision of a snake with flowers blooming from its body? Then the world kind of melted around you and that snake combined with the moon?” That’s a crude way of putting it but I nod all the same and the confusion on Danis’s face seems to increase tenfold. “And you aren’t scared? You know how creepy that sounds, right?” I roll my eyes because I'm sure it’s nothing near as creepy as what some of the wolves from his pack do when it comes to sorcery. Danis seems to be naturally gifted with his power, but others are not. My reply leaves my lips sounding more honest than I intend it to be. “I’ve seen creepier stuff Danis.” “But that doesn’t explain why you’re able to deactivate the wards around Priam.” Danis is making moving on from this hard for me so I look to Roman. His ice-blue eyes meet mine and I find myself

Scarlett's pov.Roman takes all but ten minutes to have his office converted into a small recovery center.He makes one call and in the next three minutes, men file into the office taking care to walk around us and not disturb Priam, me, or Danis.They cart out couches and bookshelves, the pretty glass table Roman has in a corner of his office. They clear everything except his work table and chair and then the medical supplies get wheeled in.Men and women in white robes walk in and from the small name tags on their chests, they’re doctors. Four male doctors and four female doctors.Machines are brought in, sparkling brand-new medical equipment. Heavy-set hospital beds get wheeled in afterward and just like that, I have two doctors attending to me and asking me questions while one stands at the side, on standby.To say I'm mind blown would be an understatement.Even Danis seems to be suppressing a grin as he’s attended to.“Miss Vivienne?”I snap out of my thoughts and turn my head t

Scarlett's pov. I slam my hand over my mouth immediately the scream escapes but it’s too late. It’s out already and a loud groan follows closely. My eyes flit to Danis but i know he’s been awake for a while now, the groan is that of someone whose sleep has been disturbed and the only person who fits that description is Priam. My eyes meet his disoriented purple ones and a frown lines his face. Roman’s presence beside me steadies my reaction and my apology dies in my throat. I should apologize for waking him up but instead what comes out of me is. “How are you feeling?” If the words are too loud for Priam I can't tell because he simply groans once more and turns away. He moves the blanket so it covers his form fully and drapes it over his head. My brows furrow in concern but I catch sight of Danis rolling his eyes and decide to give it a rest. Maybe he needs some more time before he starts getting grilled. My eyes take me back to the laptop and a surge of excitement comes ali

Roman raises the ax and brings it down in a clean arc. The tree sways dangerously but the space in front of me right now is wide enough that he can get away with felling a tree. There’s enough space for it to fall and not hit anything. Roman hits the tree with the ax again and it sways once more. Then again, and again and again until I realize that he’s not trying to fell the tree. If he was it would have fallen a long time ago if he wanted it that way, he isn’t looking to make it fall. I pull in a deep breath and approach the swinging Alpha. On anyone else, this activity would have made them look sweaty and exerting. On Roman, I can only see the way he hefts the axe with ease. The sun slides on the blade of said ax before he swings it with such force that the glint of the sunlight seems to leave an afterimage as it follows the curve of the ax. How he’s doing this in his black shirt and pants isn’t helping me focus at all. “I’m sorry, Roman.” He ignores me and keeps on swi