Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BROKEN LUNA'S REVENGE:FATED TO MY SISTER'S MATE : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

It’s supposed to be just another night. Same dim lights. Same heavy perfume in the air. Same hollow beat thumping through the walls of The Velvet Howl. I’m backstage, adjusting my mask, waiting for my name to flash on the screen like always. But tonight feels… off. The club manager walks in with his usual clipboard, but he doesn’t smile. Doesn’t crack a joke. “Raina,” he snaps. “You’re up. VVIP room. And don’t screw it up.” I lift a brow. “Why me? I’m not even on the rota.” He steps closer, reeking of cigars and authority. > “Because you’re the only girl available right now. And this client is not just anyone. He’s top-tier. Royal, maybe. If he complains, I swear, I’ll make your life hell.” Just like that, my stomach flips. Only one kind of man ever asks for the VVIP dancers—men with power, secrets, and sometimes... regrets. As I walk down the narrow hallway lined with flickering red lights, I feel it. A pull. A scent I haven’t felt in months. My wolf awakens fo

LUCIEN POV The council chamber finally cleared after what felt like a lifetime. Hours of talking in circles. The same faces, same questions, and the same damn pressure.Elder Morak, the oldest of the group, gave me a sharp look. “Alpha Lucien, I think we all deserve to know when Selene will officially be named Luna.”I kept my tone neutral. “You’ll know soon. We’re finalizing everything.”Lady Cyra adjusted her veil. “And the heir? Word has it there’s no child yet. Is there any cause for concern?”I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “There’s no concern. Everything is under control.”They exchanged glances but backed off. Politics. They cared about what things looked like more than what they actually were. The meeting finally ended with a round of forced smiles and thinly veiled warnings wrapped in blessings.When the last elder left, I exhaled slowly and leaned back in my seat.“So, when’s the wedding?” a familiar voice teased.I looked up to see Thorne leaning against a column, arm

RAINA POV I heard the crashing of plates. It jolted me from my half-sleep. I blinked, dazed, cold air seeping through the cracks in the wall. Another crash. Another loud curse. My tiny fingers curled around the edge of the blanket. I stood. Slow. Careful. I crept out of the room and pushed the door open just a crack. My father stood in the kitchen, swaying. Drunk again. His back was to me, and broken ceramic scattered across the floor. His shoulders were tense. His fists, clenched. Then—he turned. At the sound of the creaking door. His eyes found me like a curse latching onto a target. "You." My stomach twisted. "You caused this!" he roared and staggered toward me. I backed up, but not fast enough. His hand fisted my hair, yanking me forward so hard my neck snapped sideways. I cried out, legs scrambling. "You little stain!" he barked. He dragged me through the hallway, my feet barely touching the ground. My scalp burned. My chest heaved with sobs. We reac

RAINA POV The darkness pressed in tight around me. The air was still, heavy, too quiet. I took a cautious step back, my voice barely above a whisper. “Who’s there?” No answer. My heart thundered in my chest, and I turned, ready to bolt— A heavy weight slammed into me from the side. “Ah!” I gasped, my body colliding with the ground. I fought back instinctively, claws partially shifting, panic rising—until I heard a voice. “Damn girl, chill! It’s me!” I froze. “Tara?!” She rolled off me, laughing, her wild curls bouncing as she sat up. “Hey girl, wassup?” “You scared the living hell out of me!” I swatted her arm, then pulled her into a tight hug. We both burst into laughter, clinging to each other like two long-lost souls. “Where the hell have you been?” I asked, pulling back. “I should be asking you that,” she grinned. “But let me go first. I came back from Las Cruces.” My eyes widened. “Las Cruces? As in, the pack near the border? You were serious abou

LUCIEN POV “To love her is to burn and never want the fire to go out.”---Immediately I saw Thorne off, I didn’t even head inside. My body moved on instinct.I saddled the horse and rode out, my mind already ahead of me—racing straight to her. To Raina.Maybe I’d give her the horse. She deserved a gift. She deserved the damn world.She made me feel… like a man again. Not a title. Not a throne.Just Lucien. Hers.The thought alone had me smiling like a fool.“Shit, I need to piss,” I muttered to the horse, chuckling. I pulled the reins gently and dismounted. “Stay here, yeah?” I patted the horse's side and tied him to a tree near a bush.I walked in, unbuckled my belt, and relieved myself.The trees rustled slightly. Then a twig snapped.My head jerked around. My eyes narrowed. Another low grunt came from my horse—agitated.I zipped up and stalked back.“Who’s trying to steal you?” I whispered, scanning the thicket.No one.But then, something caught my eye in the grass. A glint. A s