All Chapters of Rebirth Of A Broken Luna : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Jessie's POVWe ran. Really.Hand in hand, Ethan and I fled down the hallway, our footsteps were echoing off the walls, and my heart hammered against my chest. Ethan knew the layout of the pack house surprisingly well for someone who had been locked in a cell, but I did not question it. All that mattered was getting out. I really wanted to get out.We made it to the main staircase, and I could see the front entrance below. It was freedom. It was so close that I could almost taste it.Just then, the emergency bell rang.The sound was very loud, a harsh sound that pierced through the quiet morning like a blade. It echoed throughout the entire compound; it was a call to arms that would wake every single pack member and send them running to find the source of the disturbance."They have found out," I gasped, my steps faltering. "Ethan, they know we are gone.""Keep running," he commanded. His grip on my hand was tightening as he pulled me forward. "Do not stop. Do not look back. Just run.

Ethan's POV I moved down the corridor on silent feet; every step was controlled. The holding cells were in the basement of the pack house, accessible only by a single narrow stairway. I could hear the new guards at the top, talking casually about breakfast and their plans for the day, completely unaware of the predator stalking toward them. I climbed the stairs slowly; my injured leg was protesting, but it was holding under my weight. At the top, I paused just out of sight, listening, waiting, and calculating. Two guards. Both young, probably mid-twenties. Both were likely inexperienced with real combat, chosen for this duty because it was supposed to be easy, just watching a wounded, imprisoned Alpha who could not possibly escape. They were about to learn how wrong that assumption was. I didn't want to hurt them badly. They were just following orders, just doing their duty to their Alpha. They didn't deserve to die for Marcus's mistakes. But I would do what I had to do. I

Ethan's POVThe pack doctor had finally left after what felt like hours of stitching and lecturing me about silver poisoning. My body was bandaged and cleaned, the bullets had been extracted, but I still felt like death. Not just physically, though the pain was considerable, but spiritually, emotionally, every part of me that mattered was dead, buried in that garage with Jessie.I lay in my room staring at the ceiling, and watching shadows dance across the surface as evening deepened into night. Sleep would not come. Not at all. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. I saw the moment that the bullet hit. I saw the blood. I saw the light fading from her beautiful eyes."Jessie," I whispered to the empty room. "I am so sorry."But apologies meant nothing to the dead. Hours passed. The pack house grew quiet as everyone settled in for the night. I should have been sleeping too, should have been letting my body heal. But restlessness consumed me. Grief made it impossible to stay still.F

Ethan's POVMorning came too soon, bringing along the responsibilities I could no longer run from. The takeover ceremony at Blackwood Industries was set for noon, a formal event where I would officially take my father’s place as CEO in front of the board, shareholders, and top company staff.In my original timeline, this day had been torture. I had been sick, not physically, but emotionally devastated by my father's sudden death. The shock of losing him so unexpectedly, the weight of inheriting everything, the expectations of hundreds of employees looking to me for leadership, it had all been too much. Too much.I had been barely functional.But this time was different. This time, I was sick for entirely different reasons. Jessie's face haunted every moment. Her blood still stains my memories. And now, layered on top of that grief, was the knowledge that my own stepfamily was plotting against me.I was getting dressed when the knock came at my door."Come in," I called, already knowin

Jessie's POVDarkness. That was all I had known for what seemed like forever. It was thick and heavy, pressing down on me like a heavy weight. Sometimes I could hear voices, faint and unclear, as if people were talking underwater. Sometimes I could sense things, cold, warmth, or pressure. But most of the time, there was only darkness, silence, and the strange feeling of being stuck between two worlds.Then, slowly, something changed.Light began to seep through the darkness; it was faint at first, then gradually grew brighter. Sensations returned with more clarity, and the softness of sheets beneath me, the steady beep of machines, the antiseptic smell that could only mean one thing.Hospital. I was in a hospital.My eyelids felt heavy, like they had been sealed shut for years. It took enormous effort to force them open, and when I finally managed it, the light was blinding. I blinked several times, my vision started adjusting gradually, and shapes and colors were slowly coming into f