All Chapters of The Broken Luna Returns: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ivy’s POVWe’d just finished dinner, and Gabriel was giving us a tour, even though I already knew every nook and cranny of this place.He held the front door open as we stepped into the inner part of the packhouse. The air was warm and carried the faint scent of herbs and wood—the building mostly made of timber. There was something else, too, an unplaceable feeling stirring a dull ache in my chest. Nostalgia, maybe.Gabriel didn’t say much, but kept stealing awkward glances at me, his lips parting like he wanted to say something before hesitating. I smiled every time, even stifling a chuckle once.Sigh. He really hadn’t changed one bit, even after a year. Why was he suddenly so shy? I didn’t remember him being this polite or meek back when I was still around here.He motioned for us to follow as he led us down a hallway. My eyes scanned every detail—the framed photos on the walls, the worn carpet with dips from years of use, even the faint sound of voices drifting from upstairs.It wa

(Ivy’s POV) One. Two. I was counting. Celina has this impressive record wherein she can knock out her opponent in under one minute. And ever since she achieved that, I heard she has always lived up to it. She’s terrifying, especially when it comes to fighting. The man tried to intimidate Celina by throwing punches here and there. But Celina wasn’t fazed one bit. She easily defended every attack thrown her away. In a span of eight breathes. The man’s punches came a hundred without a single blow landing on Celina. I almost laughed when the man tried to give her a round kick but Celina just distracted him and evaded, she even went as much as to humiliate him by almost tripping him over. “What’s happening? So slow are we?” Celina taunted, and I think she was trying to rile up the warrior until he made the fatal mistake of facing her head on which what Celina was trying to make him do all along. The moment he stepped three times towards her, she quickly saw her opening and grapp

(Ivy’s POV)I woke up the next morning with a dull ache in every muscle. Yesterday’s fight had wrung me out more than I’d realized.Still, I blinked away the heaviness behind my eyes and pushed myself upright, stretching until my joints gave a satisfying pop. Sunlight spilled through the thin curtains, casting soft patterns across the wall.I padded over to the window and pushed it open. Warm morning air washed over my skin, carrying the scent of dew and faint rustle of leaves. Somewhere in the distance came the low hum of voices, the steady rhythm of footsteps.For the first time since arriving here, I woke to something resembling peace.A deep breath loosened the stiffness in my shoulders. This kind of soreness was nothing—I’d felt worse after real battles. Once I started moving, it would fade.By the time I went downstairs, the smell of fried eggs and bacon was already winding through the air.Sure enough, my cousins were gathered around the table, looking far too comfortable for t

(Ivy’s POV)“Ryker, it’s been like forever!” Jessica practically purred, her false lashes bouncing as she leaned in, her chest squished against him like she’d never heard of personal space.I blinked, debating whether to keep standing there or just quietly die inside from secondhand embarrassment. My eyes actually hurt from watching this display—and not in a good way.Ryker grimaced, his jaw tightening as he leaned back slightly. “Do I… know you?” he asked, squinting like he was digging through his memory but coming up empty.Jessica let out a high-pitched giggle. “Oh, stop! You’re so funny!” Then, as if suddenly noticing me, her smile sharpened into something venomous. Her eyes dragged over me from head to toe—slow, deliberate, and dripping with disdain.She turned back to Ryker with a little scoff. “Seriously? You were looking at her? What’s there to see? Pale, scrawny, and so… plain. You can do so much better.” Her tone was syrupy sweet, but the words were dipped in poison.I raise

(Ryker's POV)Sleep wouldn’t come no matter how hard I tried to just lay dead on my bed. I tossed. Turned. Threw the blanket off. Pulled it back on, but still nothing.This has been going on since that talk. And I just can’t stop thinking.It was like my body was tired, but my mind refused to shut up. No matter how I tried to clear my thoughts, they circled back to her. What she said to me that night, and how she looked at me, as if she was disappointed that was the answer I gave her.What does she even want to hear?I did countless mistakes in the past. But it doesn’t mean I should cage myself, right? I mean, we’re all living beings, we make mistakes and we move on.Still… there’s only one thing I sometimes wonder about. The only thing I might call regret—turning down my mate, Ivy. She was… well, an omega. Too fragile. Too weak to stand beside me. I didn’t see anything wrong with my choice then. I still don’t.Frustrated, I sat up, dragging a hand through my hair with a heavy sigh.“