All Chapters of Reborn Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

KeithI get Camille’s message late at night, three days after Hope and I made it back from the Hunting grounds.The smooth grain of the expensive paper lies between my fingers, and my hybrid growls at Camille’s scent.Relax. We can not like him later; for now, he is our ally.He huffs and turns from me, disgruntled by logic.I open the missive, blank of all expectations.Short, sharp, urgent, the words were scrawled across the page.Keith, get Clinton and meet me in the last place I’d seen you. I have something. You’ll want to hear this.My stomach knots.After that trip, we took to the …past…present…other reality?I'm honestly not sure what to call it. All I know is that the Queen is more of a problem than we originally thought.I have to find out what Camille knows.“Damn,” I curse, rubbing my hand across my face in frustration.This means I’ll have to tell Cilnton, which brings me to another loop in this rat race. I head across the hall and knock on the girls' door, unsurprised whe

HopeThe drawing room feels like a cage. I sit on the edge of the sofa, knees pressed together, hands locked tight in my lap, as if I let go, I’ll unravel completely. Keith sits beside me, steady, composed, though I can see the tension in the line of his shoulders. Papa sits across from us, back straight, arms folded, eyes sharp. He looks like a man preparing for battle, not a meeting.We’ve been waiting too long. Every tick of the grandfather clock behind us makes my nerves snap tighter. My heart has been pounding so hard, I swear they must hear it.This was our only chance. We didn’t ask to meet the King and Queen to confront them about treason—we asked for an audience under the guise of sharing information about my attack during the Hunt. That’s the only reason they agreed. If the Queen suspects what’s about to happen, she could destroy us before we ever open our mouths.The door opens. Two guards step inside, stiff and formal. One bows. “The King and Queen will see you now.”I dra

The QueenThey’ve locked me in the dark, but I don’t scream. Queens don’t scream.I sit with my back against the stone, wrists raw from iron cuffs. My hair is a mess. My dress is torn. But my mind? Sharper than ever.I’ve spent my whole life preparing for this throne. I played their games. Learned their etiquette. Bit my tongue until it bled. All so my family—my pack—could rise. Could lead.And now?Now we are branded traitors. Cast out. Banished.Because I wasn't his true mate. Because fate couldn’t do one single thing for me. Because he was taken out of my hands and given to another when he was already mine.I had to earn his love. I had to make him choose me.And he did. Once.Until he didn’t.Footsteps. A guard. The younger one—Matthias, I think. He pretends not to look at me, but his eyes stray.The widening of his pupils show me the weakness of his flesh, the weakness of his mind.And just like that, a new path emerges.I shift, let the neckline of my dress slip lower. I know wh

KeithI load the last of Hope’s bags into the back of the SUV, slamming the trunk with a satisfying thud. She’s double-checking her tote by the porch, flipping through it like she’s smuggling state secrets and not just a travel mug and three backup lip balms.“You ready?” I ask.She looks up, eyes bright. “Yeah, just—wait. Where’s my phone charger?”“Front pocket,” I say without even checking. She checks anyway. Finds it. Smiles like I just read her mind.I walk toward the driver’s side, but a familiar scent catches on the wind—cedar and adrenaline. Ben.“Hey,” he calls, jogging up the gravel drive.I meet him halfway, pulse tightening like it always does around him lately. Things have been easier since the Alphas stepped back, but we still dance carefully.“What’s up?” I ask, nodding toward Hope. She’s watching us, pretending not to.Ben keeps his voice low. “Just wanted to talk before you left.”“About what?”He shifts, glancing at the car. “Bringing her back. After the visit.”I no

HopeI sit across from Emma, legs bouncing, fingers twitching. I haven’t slept in two nights, maybe three. Not well, anyway. The dreams keep coming—louder, clearer, darker."I need your help," I say. My voice comes out rough, like I’ve been screaming. Maybe I have, in my sleep.Emma doesn’t flinch. She never does. "Talk to me."I take a breath, but it sticks in my throat. I swallow it back down, try again. "It’s the dreams again. They're not just dreams. It feels like... a warning. A betrayal. Someone close. I don’t know who, but it’s real. Too real."Emma leans forward. “Who betrays you?”"I don't know." I rub my temples, try to slow the swirl of images behind my eyes. “Every time I think I recognize them, their face changes. But the feeling? It's always the same. It’s someone I trust. And every time they betray me, the world collapses. People die.”Emma’s brows pinch together. “Who dies?”I stare down at my hands. “Keith. Tessa. Ben. Papa.”She doesn’t say anything. Just lets the si