Alle Kapitel von Reborn Luna: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

StevieThe forest holds its breath tonight.Even the wind seems afraid to stir the leaves as I crouch low in the underbrush, every muscle taut with focus. My heartbeat feels too loud, a wild drum echoing inside my chest. I press a gloved hand against the damp earth, drawing in the scent of pine, moss… and faintly, the invisible border that marks Blue Rock territory.It feels wrong to cross it.Allies or not, this is still another Alpha’s land.But Alpha Keith’s command rings in my mind — calm, clipped, unyielding. “Go see for yourself, Stevie. Find out what we’ve missed.”So I go. Because when your Alpha gives you your first mission — your first real chance to prove you belong — you don’t question it.I wait for the patrol to pass. Two silhouettes move through the trees ahead, their forms barely visible in the dim glow of the waxing moon. Their low voices carry through the still night, bored and careless.“…quiet tonight. You think the rumors are true?”“About the attack on Hope? Don’

KeithStevie’s words are still ringing in my ears long after she’s gone.Two males. Unknown. In the mausoleum that night.And Hope—No. I can’t even finish the thought.I shove back from the table hard enough that the chair legs screech against the floor. The air in my office feels too tight, too heavy with the ghosts of unanswered questions. Every instinct I have screams that this isn’t over. That something’s been crawling beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to tear through.I grab the ledger from my desk and flip it open. My handwriting fills the pages—names, ranks, duties, watch rotations. But it’s the guest logs I’m looking for, the ones from that cursed night.“Stevie’s information changes everything,” I mutter under my breath.There were nearly sixty people there. Allies, envoys, servants, guards. Sixty people who all could have seen something.Two males.How did they slip through?The pen snaps in my hand. I toss it aside, ink streaking my palm, and storm down the

JaceI slip in through the back door of the Enforcers’ building, boots silent on cold stone. My pulse hums low in my ears—this is what I live for. I spot Stevie leaning against the wall just past the holding cell door, arms crossed, expression unreadable but sharp.I grin. “You’re early,” I murmur. She quirks an eyebrow.“I’m on time.” Her tone’s teasing, but her eyes flick toward the metal bars. “So, which funeral guests get to be grilled tonight?”I lean toward her, conspiratorial. “All of them. But let’s start small. Two unidentified males slipped through Blue Rock territory during or after the funeral. We need to find out who they were, why they came, and who helped them. Covertly.”She nods, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “I like it. Let’s get to work.”We take adjacent corridors, ghosting down hallways and heading out the back door that takes us to a path leading to the packhouse.None of the enforcers know we’re on an internal mission and I intend to keep it that way. A

HopeThe truth sits heavy in my chest, pressing against my ribs like a heartbeat that isn’t mine. It’s almost midnight now, and I’m still awake, staring at the flicker of the candle by my bedside.The flame dances wildly with every sigh that escapes me, mocking my inability to stay still, mocking the thoughts that won’t quiet.Everything I’ve seen—everything I’ve been shown—has shredded what I thought I knew. Camille isn’t just manipulative or power-hungry; he’s something darker.More calculating.The truth is tangled in his bloodline, and now I understand that the woman he calls “Grandmother” is the true serpent in the garden. Her hands are everywhere, her whispers buried in every order Camille obeys.I finally see it: Camille may believe he’s in control, but he’s a puppet too. And she—his grandmother—is the one pulling the strings.Keith. His face flashes behind my eyes like a prayer I keep repeating. His voice, his scent, the warmth of his hands when he held me, and sealed our vows

HopeThat dream felt real—so real that I still feel the ghost of it on my skin, the hum of the bond pulsing faintly through my chest like a heartbeat I almost forgot belonged to me. For the first time in weeks, I felt him—my mate.Keith.His touch. His voice. His promise.And when I woke, that thin silver thread between us glowed just a little brighter, as if the dream had breathed life back into something dying.It’s enough to give me a renewed sense of purpose. Enough to make me remember who I am—and who I need to become if I’m going to survive this place.The sound of the lock turning jolts me from my thoughts. Camille’s footsteps echo down the hall before I even see him. He moves like he owns every inch of this cursed palace—and he does.“Hope,” he says smoothly as the door opens, his smile careful and suspicious. “You look rested. I trust you slept well?”I force a small smile, one that doesn’t reach my eyes. “Quiet well. Thank you. Though I did wake up early today. I'm excited t