All Chapters of The Broken Luna Returns: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

(Selene’s POV) The moment Fenrir sat at our table, I felt the air change.No one said a word, but the tension was thick enough to choke on. My whole family who’s usually so composed and graceful now sat stiff as statues. My grandfather’s hand was frozen on top of the table, his jaw tight. Marcus’s eyes flickered between Fenrir and me like he was silently questioning my life choices. Even Celina, who was usually cheerful and talkative, had gone completely quiet beside me, her posture perfectly straight as though afraid even her breathing might offend him.It was strange, really how just Fenrir’s presence could turn a room full of nobles into trembling leaves.I wonder what else he can do? If everyone fears him so much he must have done something before to impose such fear on everyone’s head.On the other hand, Winter, who sat to my right, seemed completely unbothered by it all. He hummed softly while swinging his little legs under the table, smiling as he picked at the fruit platter

(Selene’s POV) The dining room was warm and filled with soft light from the hanging crystal orbs above. The scent of roasted meat and spiced wine lingered in the air, though for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to eat much. My thoughts were heavy, swirling with everything that had happened that day—the council, the mystic beasts, Winter’s strange words.Now, sitting here with my cousins, those words echoed louder than ever.Winter was beside me, his small hands clutching a spoon, his bright silver eyes filled with that usual sparkle. Across from us sat Jace, Celina, Theo, and the twins, each wearing the same curious expression that I’d been dreading.“So,” Jace started, leaning forward on his elbows, “Winter… you said something earlier. About Selene being your mother.”Celina nodded, eyes glinting with curiosity. “Yeah, you were pretty confident about it. What did you mean by that?”Winter, who had been happily chewing on a piece of bread, froze mid-bite. His big eyes blinked onc

(Selene’s POV) The morning breeze carried the faint scent of ironwood blossoms when I entered the great hall. Sunlight streamed through the high glass panels, spilling across the long table where everyone was already gathered. The air felt heavier than usual—tighter somehow, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.The King sat at the head of the table, posture straight, face unreadable. Fenrir stood behind him, quiet and still, like a shadow made flesh. My cousins were seated to my right, whispering among themselves, but their tones were subdued. Even Jace looked serious for once.I took my seat and folded my hands on my lap, trying to appear calm. But inside, my mind was still spinning—about the missing book, about what Winter said, about the way Fenrir’s words from earlier kept echoing in my head.Use your fear to survive.Fear. It had been my silent companion these past few days.The King cleared his throat, his deep voice breaking the silence. “We have discussed the

(Selene’s POV) The moon hadn’t yet faded when the knock came at my door.Three sharp taps — calm, deliberate, but heavy enough to echo through the stillness.I hadn’t slept. How could I, after what happened last night?The book still sat on my desk, shut tight since Fenrir touched it.Yet I could feel it humming faintly, as if something trapped within was awake and waiting.I dragged myself up, smoothing my tangled hair, and went to open the door.Fenrir stood there — arms crossed, face grim.“The King summoned us,” he said. His tone was clipped, emotionless, but I could tell he hadn’t slept either.“Now?” I asked. “It’s barely dawn.”“He didn’t want to wait,” he replied. “Something happened during the night.”My stomach twisted. “Something?”He gave a short nod. “You’ll see.”The halls were quieter than usual, the guards more alert.We passed by a group of elven soldiers whispering to each other, their expressions pale.Whatever had happened, it wasn’t minor.The air grew colder the

(Selene’s POV) The red marks wouldn’t stop glowing. They pulsed faintly against my skin, like veins of light crawling beneath the surface. I rubbed my wrists hard, desperate to make them fade, but the glow only shimmered brighter—as if mocking my efforts.“Selene, stop!” Celina grabbed my hands, her eyes wide. “You’re hurting yourself.”“I can’t—” My voice trembled. “It won’t come off. It won’t stop.”She looked down at my wrists, and I saw fear flash across her face. “That’s… that’s the same mark from the book, isn’t it?”I nodded slowly, unable to tear my gaze away. The faint hum that came with the mark was growing louder, vibrating through my entire body. It felt like something inside me was awakening—something ancient, something I didn’t understand.Celina hesitated. “I’ll get Grandfather—”“No!” I grabbed her arm. “Please… not yet. If he sees this, he’ll—he’ll know something’s wrong.”“Selene, something is wrong!” she said sharply. “You’re glowing!”I swallowed hard. She wasn’t