All Chapters of Revenge Of The Reborn Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lucian’s POV“You’ll stay here,” I said firmly. “Until you’re ready to face everything. I’ll give you all the time you need. But when you’re ready... you’ll fight. And I’ll be right there beside you.”Gwen’s eyes widened at my words, and for a moment, she looked like she didn’t believe me. “You’d do that? Even after everything?”I nodded. “You deserve a second chance, Gwen. The Moon Goddess gave it to you for a reason. I’m just here to help you take it.”Tears welled up in her eyes, and she quickly looked away, wiping at them with the back of her hand. “I don’t know what to say. I... Thank you, Lucian. I didn’t expect this.”I shrugged, trying to downplay the knot of emotions tightening in my chest. “You don’t have to say anything. Just rest. Heal. The rest will come later.”She gave me another small smile, this one a little more genuine. “I’ll try. And... I’m sorry again. For everything.”I shook my head. “Don’t be. We’re both just trying to figure this out,”She nodded, her expressi

Lucian’s POVI pushed back from my desk, feeling the weight of the memories starting to creep in again. It wasn’t doing me any good sitting in this stuffy office, surrounded by stacks of papers that I had no interest in. I needed air. I needed space.Without thinking, I found myself heading toward the garden. The cool night breeze greeted me as I stepped outside, the scent of roses and lavender calming my nerves a bit. The stars were out, twinkling softly in the night sky.I walked deeper into the garden, my feet carrying me to the bench beneath the large oak tree. This was where I used to sit with Arlene. It was our spot. The place where we’d come to talk, to laugh, or sometimes just sit in comfortable silence. I sat down, leaning back and staring up at the stars. They reminded me of her. They always did. Arlene had loved the stars, loved how they seemed so far away yet so close, how they shined even in the darkest nights. I remember her saying once that she felt connected to them a

Gwen’s POVAs I walked back toward my room, Lucian’s words echoed in my head. “You can use me to your advantage.” The way he’d said it, with such certainty, like he had no hesitation about helping me take down Damien and Elara, left me shocked. It wasn’t that I expected him to refuse, but I thought he’d at least take some time to consider the offer, or maybe question my intentions. Instead, he agreed right away, without a second thought.It didn’t add up.I paused in the middle of the hallway, leaning against the cool stone wall as I tried to make sense of his sudden change of heart. Why would Lucian, a man who had been so closed off and distant when we first met, be so willing to help me now? Especially when it involved something as personal and dangerous as revenge?Did he care about me?The thought crept in before I could stop it, and I felt my face flush at the possibility. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to his offer than just helping out a fellow warrior. Maybe he liked me. Ma

Lucian’s POVI squeezed Gwen’s shoulder gently. “You’re stronger than you think, Gwen. You were chosen because you have the strength to face this. And you won’t fail because I’m not going to let you. We’re going to figure this out together. You don’t have to carry this guilt, and you don’t have to do it alone.”Gwen stared at me for a moment, her expression softening slightly. “You think the Moon Goddess had a reason for all of this?”I nodded. “I do. And I believe you’re going to discover that reason in time. Just trust yourself, and trust that you’re meant to be here.”She let out a small sigh, her shoulders relaxing just a little. “I’ll try, Lucian. I’ll try.”“That’s all I ask,” I said with a faint smile. “One step at a time.”Gwen nodded, her expression still conflicted but with a spark of determination. “Okay… one step at a time.”After a while, Gwen and I went at it again, training under the brightening morning sky. I focused on teaching her how to move, and the basics of fight

Damien’s POVI jolted awake, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest, and sweat dripped down my face. I sat up, trying to catch my breath, the remnants of the dream still clinging to me like a bad omen.Who was she?I couldn’t see her face or make out her body, but I knew she was watching me, standing there in the darkness. Her voice, low, cryptic, still echoed in my mind, sending chills down my spine. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to shake off the lingering unease.“Show yourself!” I had demanded in the dream, but she didn’t. Not completely. She stayed hidden like she was playing a game with me. And that voice, there was something familiar about it, but I couldn’t place it.I couldn’t shake the feeling she was important like I should know her. But who was she? Why couldn’t I recognize her? The darkness had swallowed her face, making it impossible to see her. I don’t like not knowing, not being in control. And this woman, whoever she was, had thrown me off balance.“Damien,