All Chapters of The Broken Luna Returns: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

(Selene’s POV) When I got back to my room, I didn’t bother lighting the candles. The silence felt heavy but strangely comforting. I just wanted to be alone, to lie down and maybe forget everything for a while. I fell onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as my thoughts replayed the day in pieces. The mountain, Fenrir, the way his voice softened when he spoke to me. And then his words, the ones that somehow stuck to my mind that I just couldn’t shake off no matter how hard I tried. “You don’t have to be sad. A mate is said to be what is chosen for you, but in the end, you can always be free to tread and choose the person who you want to spend the rest of your life with. No gods, no bonds to dictate your life. Just… you. Make your own choice.” Those words had felt strange at first. But somehow, the way he said it, it made sense. Should we really be bound to the people chosen for us? Should we revolve our life to that one person that’s said that can make us whole? What i

(Selene’s POV)“What are you—”Before I could finish, he was already looking around, his eyes glinting with amusement. He walked in leisurely, brushing his fingers over the wooden frame of the window, the books on my desk, and the soft drapes that swayed from the breeze.“Cozy,” he said casually, sitting down on the chair by the window, crossing one leg over the other like he’d been here a hundred times before. “Smells like lavender.”I stared at him, my mouth hanging slightly open. “Get out.”Fenrir looked at me with a teasing grin, clearly amused. “Why so hostile?”“Because you just barged into my room!” I snapped, crossing my arms tightly.He tilted his head a little, pretending to think about it. “Hmm. True. But in my defense, I did knock.”I glared at him. “Yeah, but it doesn’t mean you can just com inside uninvited.”He chuckled softly, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at me. “As if you’re gonna ever invite me.” He snickered. “What were you doing anyway?”“I was resti

(Selene’s POV) The air grew colder the farther I went.I don’t know how long I’ve been walking. I stopped for a moment, my hand brushing against the cold stone wall beside me.“Maybe I should go back…” I whispered to myself. My voice sounded small inside this hallow emptiness.I looked over my shoulder and I could no longer see the door I came in earlier. “Just how far is the end of this corridor?” Out of nowhere, something flickered in the distance.A small spark of light.It was faint, like a candle struggling to stay lit, but it was there, right at the end of this corridor.I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and straightened my back. “Alright, I came this far, so it would be a waste not to see this through.” I muttered to myself. “Okay—okay…just a quick look… then I’m leaving.”After what felt like forever, I finally reached the end.To my surprise, it wasn’t some hidden chamber filled with bones or a monster waiting in the dark. It was just an ordinary…well…a room.A

(Selene’s POV) I wandered through the corridors of the castle with no clear direction, my footsteps echoing softly against the marble floor. My thoughts were heavy, looping endlessly around one question.Why does it seem like Fenrir’s past is forbidden to speak of?Ever since leaving the library earlier, I had tried asking around. The guards, the attendants, even a few elves working in the garden. Each time I mentioned Fenrir’s name and asked about what happened “back then,” their faces would change instantly, their eyes go wide, lips trembling, as if I had spoken a taboo topic. Some turned away without a word, while others warned me in to never bring it up again.What was it that everyone feared?I have talked to Fenrir a couple of times and he seems to be a good elf, a bit self-absorbed and commanding, also irritating, but nonetheless, I can tell he’s a good person.The more I asked, the more it felt like there was a wall, an invisible barrier that separated Fenrir’s past from th

(Selene’s POV)I could still feel every eye fixed on me, and my hands felt clammy even though the room was far from warm.Before anyone could speak again, a sharp voice cut through the murmurs, slicing the tension clean in half.“What a useless display this is.”The tone was biting, filled with disdain. All eyes turned toward the woman standing near the front, a tall figure dressed in dark violet robes that shimmered faintly with traces of magic. Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes glowed faintly red under the dim lights. I recognized her immediately, even I knew of her reputation.She was Morgana, leader of the strongest coven of witches. A woman feared even among her own kind.“If this is what passes as a crucial discourse in an important gathering now,” she said, her lips curling in mockery, “then I see no reason to stay. If none of you are going to take things seriously, my coven will pull out of this farce.”A few gasps filled the room. The king’s expressio