His Luna His Second Chance Mate

Kira's POV I had no idea what just happened. Yesterday, I was nothing more than an omega—barely more than a servant—living under the roof of my stepmother and her two spoiled daughters. I cleaned, cooked, and obeyed, just to survive another day in what was once my father’s house. As his first child, that home should have been mine. But everything changed when I was just two, after my mother died from a sudden illness. My father did his best to raise me alone… until he brought home a new wife when I was four. He told me she would care for me like her own, that she would be the mother I never had. And for a while, she was. She called me her little angel. She held my hand. She tucked me in at night. But all of that disappeared the moment she had her first child, Annabel. Slowly, her kindness faded. Then came her second daughter, Stella—and everything shattered. They all began to treat me like I was in their way, like my very existence was a burden. But in front of my father, they wore masks of love—smiling sweetly, pretending to care. When he died, the masks dropped. I was just fourteen when I became their full-time maid. No school. No freedom. Just endless chores and errands, as if I was born to serve them. But I didn’t stop learning. I secretly studied at night, often sneaking out to the library where I met Collins—my one and only friend. He was two years older than me, a quiet bookworm who helped me understand everything from algebra to poetry. With his help, I applied for a scholarship to Moonpack High. When I got in, I was placed in the same class as Collins. That’s where I met Sarah, my second friend. My stepmother never allowed me to bring anyone home. I wasn’t even supposed to have friends. I was only allowed to go to school and come straight back. And today? Today, I am the Luna of Moonpack. It doesn’t make sense. It still doesn’t feel real. When I woke up this morning, I followed the same routine—cleaned the kitchen, made breakfast for my stepmother and her daughters, washed the clothes. Then I headed out to sell flowers. It was Saturday, so there was no school—just work. Always work. I set up the little stand, shaded the flowers from the sun, and sat there waiting—hoping someone would buy something. My stomach growled, but I was used to it. I only got to eat once a day, and that was usually after I finished selling everything. Then they showed up—Collins and Sarah. My best friends. They brought me a sandwich and a bottle of Coke, knowing I hadn’t eaten yet. I could’ve cried from gratitude, but instead, I smiled and acted like it was nothing. We sat and gisted about everything—school, gossip, Collins’ new book obsession, and then… Sarah dropped the bomb. “Luna Becca left,” she whispered. “She rejected Alpha Dominik for the Alpha of Moonstone.” I blinked. “She what?” “No one saw it coming,” Sarah said, lowering her voice. “An Alpha being rejected by his own Luna? That’s never happened in Moonpack history. Everyone’s talking about it. There’s a gathering today—another Luna is going to be chosen.” I remember going still, the sandwich frozen in my hand. I hadn’t sold a single flower yet, and going to that gathering felt like asking for trouble. What if my stepmother saw me there? I knew what would happen—she’d drag me home and lock me in the attic for a week. No food. No light. Just silence and punishment. “I can’t go,” I told Sarah. “It’s too risky.” But she insisted. “My dad’s the Beta, remember? No one’s going to touch you. We’ll stay on the edge of the crowd—no one will even notice.” Collins, who hadn’t looked up from his book, nodded. “It’s historic. We should witness it.” And so I went—with them. Not knowing that stepping into that gathering would change my life forever. The moment I stepped into the gathering, I felt something… off. I couldn’t explain it, but something shifted in the air. A scent—sweet, warm, comforting—wrapped around me like a memory. It smelled like fresh-baked banana bread. My favorite. I turned my head, trying to trace the source, but it was everywhere. Floating through the crowd. Clinging to my skin. I breathed in deeper, heart skipping. Two months ago, I turned eighteen. That was when I experienced my first shift. It was magical—my senses sharpened, my strength multiplied, and I met my wolf. I named her Kiki. They say you find your mate at eighteen. But I never did. And honestly, I had stopped hoping. Who would want someone like me? An orphaned omega, a servant in her own home? Not even the Moon Goddess would be that cruel—or that kind. Sarah was practically bouncing with excitement. Collins looked curious, his book finally tucked under his arm. None of us had ever been to a pack gathering before. School and the library were the only places we ever hung out. The clearing buzzed with chatter. Everyone was waiting for Alpha Dominik to arrive and choose his new Luna. Yes—choose. He had been rejected by Luna Becca. She left him for the Alpha of Moonstone, and now… he was seeking a second chance. A second chance. I couldn’t help the bitter smile that tugged at my lips. Funny. I never found my mate, and yet the Alpha gets another one handed to him? Why was I even thinking about him? His face, his voice, his scent—why were those thoughts suddenly invading my mind? I shook it off, but something inside me stirred… something I didn’t understand. And then I saw them—my stepmother and her daughters. My blood ran cold. They spotted me. Their eyes locked onto mine like predators to prey. My body froze, every muscle tensed. My mind spun with panic, already imagining the attic, the punishment, the pain. I took a step back, ready to run—when someone grabbed my wrist from behind. Warm. Firm. Gentle. And that scent—banana bread. Stronger now. Closer. My breath caught in my throat. Then came the voice. Deep. Smooth. Certain. "It’s you,” he whispered. “My second chance mate. My Luna.”