Moonlight Reborn: Unlikely Mate의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONE TYLA Point of View It was still very early in the morning, when the guards walked into the room and took out all the chains binding me. I breathed in a sigh of relief, finally tasting freedom. But at the same time, I wondered what was going on. "What do you want?" I snapped at him. "Good morning, Tyla," he replied, his voice devoid of its characteristic abrasiveness. My suspicions were immediately aroused, but I moved to the side and watched him carefully as he went inside. The warm brightness of the early light streaming through the window appeared to contrast with the chilly I had become used to. "I've come to apologize," he said, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made me want to look away. But I held his gaze, searching for any sign of deception. "Apologize?" I repeated, the word feeling strange on my tongue. Jonathan has never apologized. Not to me, not to anyone. He nodded, a sigh escaping his lips. "I know I've been difficult... ha

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THREE JESSICA Point of View I couldn't sleep again last night. I kept tossing and turning, my mind racing with thoughts I couldn't quiet down. Regret sat heavy in my chest, making it hard to breathe sometimes. How did everything go so wrong? The question haunted me day and night. This morning wasn't any better. I got up feeling tired and irritable, dark circles under my eyes that no amount of makeup could hide. I took my time getting ready, dreading going downstairs and facing everyone. But I couldn't hide in my room forever, no matter how much I wanted to. When I finally went down for breakfast, I saw them together. Jonathan and Tyla, sitting close, talking and laughing like old friends. Jay was there too, joining in their conversation, all three of them completely ignoring me as I walked in. "Good morning," I said, forcing a smile. Jonathan barely looked up. "Morning." Tyla and Jay didn't even acknowledge me. It was like I was invisible, a ghost haun

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE DAMON POINT OF VIEW I was in the middle of training with some of the younger members of the pack when my phone rang. I paused, wiping away sweat from my forehead as I checked the screen. Jessica's name appeared, making me frown. We hadn't spoken since the last time she visited and got the gold treatment from me. "Ugghh, what does she want" I thought to myself. "Keep practicingz I'll be back in a minute"- I told the young wolves. I walked away from the training grounds, trying to find a quiet spot. Finally found one under a large oak tree, and then I answered. "Hello Jessica," I said, keeping my voice neutral. I didn't know what to expect from this call. "Damon" she called out, her voice tense, worried. "I... I need to talk to you about something". She said. I leaned against the tree, suddenly tired. Here we go again. "What? What is it?" I asked "It's about Jonathan and Tyla". She said The mention of Tyla's name sent an ache through my heart. I lov

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN DAMON Point of View I stared at the letter in my hands, the official seal of the council mocking me. After all this time, after everything they had put me through, they had the nerve to invite me to a meeting like nothing had happened. Like they had not stripped me of my birthright and tagged me dangerous. Like they hadn't banned me and my pack from having anything to do with them. "Unbelievable," I muttered, reading through the carefully worded invitation again. They needed something from me. After casting me out, after forcing me to create my own "rogue" pack from nothing, now they wanted to talk. I grabbed a piece of paper from my desk and began writing my response, not bothering to match their formal tone. My hand pressed harder than necessary against the paper as anger fueled my words. "They banned us. They called us rogues. They took everything from me, and now they want a meeting?" I said to myself as I wrote. I clearly reminded them that

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-NINE DAMON Point of View "Damon," Alpha Jamel said, nodding at me. I just stared for a moment. Alpha Jamel rarely visited anyone. Ever. And here he was at my doorstep. "Can I come in?" he asked when I didn't say anything. I stepped aside, still trying to figure out why he had come all this way. "Yes, yes, sure you can," I said, still shocked. "What's going on?" I asked as he sat down at my small table. I didn't offer him anything to drink. This wasn't a social call, and we both knew it. He looked around my cabin, taking in the sparse furnishings, the books stacked in corners, the weapons hanging on the walls. Then his eyes settled back on me. "I'm here about the invitation, Damon. I need you to come to the next pack meeting," he said simply. I laughed. "Excuse me," I said, still laughing. I couldn't help it. He didn't say anything, just looked at me. "You came all the way out here for that? You could've sent a message." I said, keeping my tone straight