Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BROKEN LUNA: MATED TO THE CRIPPLED ALPHA: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Snowflakes fell lazily around the clearing in the Whievale, the crimson-soaked earth crunched under Lucien’s weight as he stood over Marcus.The metallic scent of blood filled the air, thick and heavy. His stance was steady and his presence towering.But at this moment though, Lucien paused, his breathing stopped as he furrowed his brows and slightly shifted back.Marcus knelt in the snow. He was breathing fast, his gaze filled with fear as his eyes flickered across the clearing. Even still beaten and crippled, he was looking for a way out.Lucien could tell what Marcus was thinking, but he didn’t care, his gaze sharpened like a weaver's blade. “Repeat what you just said, Raven.” he growled,Marcus' lips twitched as he looked up at Lucien with feigned defiance in his eyes. He held Lucien’s gaze for a moment before he swallowed and tore his eyes away. This time, when he spoke, it wasn’t with the calm tone that he usually spoke in, it was with a shaken voice laced entirely with fear.“I

Lucien walked through the haze of the smoke like a storm given form. His strides were fast, but measured, his eyes were narrowed but clear. His fury, on the other hand, was too large to contain.It didn’t show on his face, but it showed in his posture, in his aura, in the very way his presence imprinted himself on the world. The wind seemed to billow out of him and the air shimmered whenever he passed through a place.The battlefield around him reeked of blood, filth and smoke, it reeked of both victory and loss. But to Lucien, none of it mattered, not the celebrations, not the screams – not when his eyes were fixed on one wolf.Alder.The sight of his brother smiling and laughing seemed to have softened the anger within him. For the span of a single heartbeat, his rage seemed to have simmered down, but it hadn’t. Instead, it had twisted into something darker. Something more contained. As he walked, his aura once again slipped free from his loose grasp.It spread across the battlefiel

“I challenge you to a duel.”Just hours ago, those words had brought the entire clawhold to its knees.Even now, as the light of the full moon shone brightly over the glade, the words still echoed around the trees.At midnight, the glade, the largest clearing in Whitevale, had been cleared, the circle drawn.At the far end of the circle, Alder stood tall.He was clad completely in adamant steel armor, his wolf-shaped helm turned him into a monstrous creature under the moonlight. His adamant armor glistened with runes forged on top of it. Runes supposedly drawn by a weaver, runes that were said to give combatants the ability to never lose.Beside him, his mate, Riley, trembled. She bit her lips as her gaze wandered across the clearing, towards the alpha couple. Her face was completely drained of blood and her eyes were blood-red from unshed tears.On the other side of the clearing, Lucien stepped into the moonlight, his bare skin glistening under the moonlight. Unlike his brother, who

For the first time in her life,Aria stirred awake to the sound of silence and the warmth of a fluffy bed.For a moment, as she got her bearings, she simply laid on the bed, her eyes still half closed as the heaviness of sleep threatened to drown her again. The sheaths around her were soft, softer than anything she had ever seen or even touched. And her bed? Her bed was so large that she could have rolled over multiple times from one side to the other, and she still would not have fallen off.Aria frowned as she felt the sleep fade away and her eyes grow alert. Her gaze swept upward, towards the huge white ceiling above her new bed. The ceiling was painted on the margins with delicate swirls of gold and dark red.From the moment she was born, Aria remembered living her life in cottages, huts or even damp, dim-lit rooms barely large enough to hold a mattress. Yet, here she was, waking up in a chamber so vast that she still could not wrap her head around it.The cottage she and Lucien h

Lilith’s POV:As the words left her lips, Lilith’s glare intensified.For the first time in weeks, her stepdaughter’s confidence faltered. For just a brief moment, as her eyes grew wide, Lilith was sure she saw a flash of fear pass through her eyes.That thought filled her with satisfaction. So much so, that she regained her confidence and took a step forward towards Aria. Her steps echoed loudly across the entire hall.“Are you scared, child?” she asked in a slurred tone, savoring each syllable as they left her lips, her entire being filled with triumph.Ever since she had been knocked out by her stepdaughter, Lilith had dreamt of this very moment. To watch the mask of confidence slip off her face. She needed to see cracks in her mask, to remind her little arrogant stepdaughter of who she really was.But before she could take another step further, Aria’s face grew still, she raised up her hand, slowly, and came down firmly on Lilith’s shoulders.“Leave now, Lilith” Aria said in a sof