All Chapters of The Luna's Second Chance Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31Kaden’s POV“Secure all of their pressure points.” I instructed, watching the men before me bow in response and as a pledge of allegiance. “The entrance. Survey the back area for opposition as well. And report back to me once that is cleared up.”They nodded again, stealthily walking towards the woods that surrounded the pack house. I smiled to myself before turning to look at them stronger men who had come with me. “Jacob, you go with them and make sure everything goes as planned. Joshua, Jackson and Hunter, you’re coming with me. This is going to be one bloody visit.”They chorused in response and Jacob flashed me a small smirk before strapping his bow tightly across his back. I couldn’t see it, but I knew. Jacob would never go into battle with one weapon. He reminded me of myself, take them out when they least expect it. It was more dignifying than ambushing them because they knew they were in danger. The dangerous thing was that they didn’t know how. Fools like them k

Chapter 33Larissa’s POVEven without feeling all over at my under eyes, I could tell that they were swollen. It even took so much will power to force myself to continue my chores and take care of Declan like nothing was happening in the first place. And it was getting tiring; ever since that day, I’d taken to my bed at any opportunity I found. It was hurting too much, so much that it felt like a chainsaw gutting me out every day.I couldn’t get the image of his expression that day out of my head. I hated that I thought of him so much. I hated that my happiness, however little had begun to dwell on his own affirmations. Fuck, why did I have to care in the first place? He would never see me for who I was. He would never love me; I was merely here to take care of his son as he saw fit. He must think my feelings are a plaything, tsk.Standing there, I felt stupid all over again. How could I have let this happen once again? I wanted to bring myself to reject him once and for all, I coul

Chapter 35Larissa’s POVI picked up the last piece of clothing from Declan’s bed while the toddler sat quietly by the small table in his room, playing with his toy soldiers he’d introduced me to once. He looked engrossed in what he was doing, which was a good thing because I wasn’t anywhere near the mood to chase him around for him to stay put. His father was literally forcing me to have to be in the same space as them both. Declan, I could tolerate because the toddler had grown to be a part of me. His standoffish father…not so much. How insensitive could he be?I was only going there because of Declan. If not, I’d rather face death a thousand times than be locked away somewhere with his father. Besides, the boy was already dressed up and eager to go with me. Folding up the onesie in my hands, I tossed it into the yellow duffel back that sat with me in the bed and zipped it up before patting off a small speck of dust that had found its way onto the bag.“Declan dear, come here.” I

Chapter 37Larissa’s POV“Kaden…Kaden please, Kaden!” I screamed in horror as he collapsed his entire weight on my body, feeling all the moisture drain from my throat. The angry eyed alpha who had been standing in front of me a moment ago, snapping heads off laid limp in my arms, his eyes closed as if in death. I fell to the ground as well, crumpling the dried leaves that littered the forest floor and pulled him so that his head laid on my laps. Every so often, I felt him rouse in half consciousness; until he no longer flinched and both arms now sprawled on the dust.I stiffened at the lack of movement, then moved to gently shake his head but he stilled didn’t move. “Kaden…Kaden, can you hear me?” I whimpered out, struggling to tap at his face again. I felt time stiffen for a solid minute in that moment. How could this be happening again? It was all my fault! Fear had ridden my entire being and I could care less about the ringing in my head. The viciousness of the attack had caused

Chapter 39Kaden’s POVThe evening skies had turned a beautiful orange, reminiscent of one of my favorite whiskeys back at the pack house. Thankfully I had a bottle of the exquisite liquor here in the cabin. Not that I was in any position to drink, however, I couldn’t sweat my grace just yet. Even if I was almost completely healed, I didn’t want to risk my healing rate by staining my blood with alcohol.I was propped in a sitting position in my room. It looked better than the room I’d woken up in that morning. Better? The correct term was glorious. I was sitting on a king-sized bed in the middle of the room, long enough for the head of the bed to touch the wall and its foot to stand right in the center of the room.The color scheme was an ombre shade of white and olive, so were the curtains that hung open and swept to both sides of the window. Soft rays eluded the room from one open window, turning the once white room into an exotic shade of gold that now reminded me of the blonde-hai