All Chapters of The Broken Luna Returns: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

(Selene’s POV)The meeting ended with murmurs echoing around. Everyone seemed to have something to whisper about. My mind was still spinning from everything that had just happened, how the man who just dragged me here turned out to be a prince, not to mention the piercing gazes that followed me wherever I turned.I didn’t understand anything that was happening, but I could feel that something about Fenrir was weird, especially with what he’s been telling about me. How I possessed someone else soul? Like how could that even happen? Maybe he’s just bat shit crazy?As the crowd began to disperse, I stayed close to Marcus. His hand was gently on my shoulder, guiding me toward the exit where the others were waiting.“Let’s go,” Marcus whispered softly, giving me a reassuring smile, though his eyes were heavy with worry. “You’ve had enough attention for one day.”I nodded. My pulse was racing, and I could still feel Prince F

(Selene’s POV) The moon hung low that night, its silver light spilling over the old courtyard. Everyone else had gone to bed—or at least, that’s what I told my cousins before sneaking out. They’d been hovering around me since Grandpa and Ronan left, especially Celina, acting as if I might disappear if they looked away for five seconds. I needed some air. Finally breaking free of their protective bubble felt like escaping a cage. The air outside was cool and smelled faintly of pine and wildflowers that only bloomed at night. My steps were quiet as I walked along the stone path, following the soft sound of leaves rustling in the wind. The castle grounds looked different under the moonlight. It appeared more ancient and more beautiful. The torches along the walls burned low, and the night insects sang somewhere in the distance. I didn’t know where I was going exactly, only that my feet kept moving, carrying me further from the hall. After a few turns, I stumbled upo

(Selene’s POV) Morning sunlight streamed softly through the curtains as we sat in the dining room to eat. We were situated in one of the towers in the east of the castle where our kind was graciously granted stay by the king. I sat quietly at the long table with my family, I moved around some food in my plate without much appetite. Everyone was in a good mood, laughing and chatting about the day ahead, but I was still thinking about last night. Could Prince Fenrir be serious about what he said? I shook my head. No he probably wasn’t. Or was he? I was still lost in my thoughts when Jace’s voice pulled me out of my stupor. “Selene,” I turned to look at him. “Yeah?” “So,” he began casually, his tone light but his eyes sharp, “where were you last night?” I froze, my spoon clin

(Selene’s POV) I dragged Fenrir down the hallway, ignoring the few servants who passed by and gave us strange looks. My grip on his wrist tightened each time I felt him smirk behind me, it only made me walk faster. When we reached my room, I yanked the door open, pulled him inside, and shut it behind us with a loud thud.For a moment, there was only silence. Then I turned to face him, my frustration bubbling up seeing that he doesn’t look like he care about what just happened.His lips then slowly curved into a small, teasing smile. “You look cute when you’re being hysterical, you should learn to calm down a little.”My jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”He chuckled softly, the sound deep and annoyingly smooth. “I’m just saying—your face does that little scrunch when you’re angry. It’s… amusing.”I stared at him, disbelief flooding through me. “Is this funny to you?”That made his smile fade. He blinked, realizing maybe he’d gone too far. His tone softened immediately. “No… sorry. That was

(Selene’s POV) There was laughter, a few surprised gasps, and a flurry of congratulations that came their way. My lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Ryker gazed at me and there was something unreadable in his gaze, guilt, maybe regret, but before I could make sense of it, he looked away. I stood there, my fingers curling tightly around the strap of the small bag I carried. It wasn’t supposed to sting this much. I had told myself I’d moved on. I had even started believing it. But seeing him there, beside her, with the woman he chose over me—it felt like something heavy had settled deep in my chest. Still, I walked forward. I helped them unpack, placing boxes down beside the stairs, keeping my hands busy so my thoughts wouldn’t spill. Ryker turned slightly when I got close, his movements slowing. “Hey,” he said, his voice low.