All Chapters of Rebirth Of A Broken Luna : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Jessie's POVAs James drove us back toward the pack house, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. The revelation that my mother was a witch, that I had inherited those powers, and that Stephanie Morgan was hiding somewhere in my own home was all too much to process at once.But beneath all of that, another question kept nagging at me. One that had been there since the first vision the crystal had shown me.My father. The secret children. The other woman.I glanced at James in the rearview mirror, then looked away. Should I ask him? Should I confront my father directly?The words formed in my mind, “Father, were you faithful to Mother? Did you have an affair that resulted in those children I keep seeing?”But what if asking made him suspicious? What if it led him to discover the crystal, the library, my mother's secrets? What if Stephanie Morgan, whoever she was, heard about my questions and realized I was onto something?No. I shook my head slightly, and that drew James's concerned glan

Jessie's POVThe library was silent except for the whisper of my fingers moving along books. Book after book, title after title, each one was promising knowledge, but none of them called to me the way I needed.I had been searching for nearly an hour, pulling volumes from shelves, reading titles that spoke of healing magic, protection spells, divination methods. All useful, perhaps, but not what I needed right now.I needed something specific. Something that would help me uncover hidden truths. Something that would give me the tools to expose lies and reveal evidence that had been carefully concealed.Something that would save Ethan.My fingers moved across another shelf, and then suddenly, they stopped.A book stood slightly apart from the others, as if it had been waiting for me. ‘The Book of Unveiled Truths”Just the name alone told me this book carried weight. Real power. The kind that could change everything.I pulled it from the shelf carefully, almost reverently. It was heavie

Jessie's POVThe way Ethan hugged me was as though he had not seen me in years. It had only been a few days since he was locked up, yet he had lost a noticeable amount of weight. His arms wrapped around me with desperate strength, pulling me tightly against his chest, as if he feared I might disappear the moment he let go.I could feel his ribs beneath my palms, the evidence of sleepless nights and silent suffering. He buried his face in my shoulder, breathing me in like I was something familiar, something safe. In that moment, words were unnecessary; his embrace said everything his lips could not: fear, relief, longing, and a quiet plea not to be left alone again.He kissed me, and somewhere behind us, the officer chuckled. "Hey now, we don't do that here."We both smiled, but that smile wasn't from our hearts. Not really. How could it be when Ethan was wearing prison clothes and standing in a cell that smelled of despair?"How are you doing?" I asked softly, my hands came up to cup

Jessie's POVThe attorney led the way to the bathroom.Ethan’s apartment screamed luxury. It was a beauty to behold. Every corner spoke of expensive taste and careful design, the kind of place that made you want to linger, to run your fingers over the surfaces and imagine what it would be like to live in such refined comfort.But I wasn’t there to admire the decor.When I entered the bathroom, the blood was still there, uncleaned. Dark stains spoiled the clean white marble; it was a violent contrast that made my stomach clench. The mere sight of the blood made my body react, as though I had been present at the scene when the murder was committed. My skin prickled with awareness, and my wolf started stirring restlessly beneath my skin.This was it. This was the evidence I needed.But there was a problem.I needed the blood, but there was no way I could take it while the lawyer looked at me. Yes, he was Ethan's lawyer, but there was no way I could let him know about my ability, my power

Jessie's POVAs I headed back to my room, the thought of Lisa came to my mind. I had been so busy with activities that I almost forgot about my personal girl. She had proven herself all around to be my strongest ally. The weight of everything I was carrying, Ethan's imprisonment, the magical discoveries, the deadly conspiracies swirling around me, had consumed my attention so completely that I had neglected the one person who had stood by me through everything.I sent one of the guards to fetch her.I entered my room and brought out the blood-soaked cloth; my hands were trembling slightly as I held it. The fabric was still damp, still heavy with Victoria’s essence. I hid it carefully in the back of my wardrobe drawer, beneath layers of other clothes, where no casual observer would think to look.My mind wandered to James and all the things he had said to me during our drive back. A troubling thought struck me: what if James was the mysterious Stephanie Morgan? What if he had been disg