All Chapters of Rebirth Of A Broken Luna : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Jessie's POVI stared at the door in the far corner, partially hidden behind stacks of books. Another way out. A secret exit from this secret room.My feet moved toward it almost of their own accord, drawn by curiosity and the desperate need to understand everything my mother had built here. What was beyond that door? Another hidden room? A passageway? More secrets layered upon secrets?But as I took my third step, my head suddenly spun. The room tilted sickeningly, and I had to grab the edge of the desk to steady myself. My body was reminding me, quite forcefully, that I was still recovering. That I had been in a coma for six months. That I had pushed myself far beyond my limits today, the drive to Shadow Crest, the emotional breakdown at the river, and now the physical exertion of moving that heavy bookshelf.I was exhausted. Completely and utterly drained.And staying here, or going through that other door to whatever lay beyond, would take more time than I had. Time I couldn't spa

Jessie's POVSome mornings announce themselves with sunlight. Others arrive like a warning. Today felt like the latter, the kind of morning that whispers that something is about to change, whether you are ready or not.Morning came too quickly. I woke with my mother's necklace still clutched in my hand and the memory of the hidden library fresh in my mind. But there was no time to dwell on mysteries and secrets. I had a role to play.After washing and dressing in a simple but elegant dress, I made my way downstairs. The pack house was already bustling with activity. Omegas were preparing breakfast, guards were changing shifts, and pack members were starting their daily routines.I paused on the last step, watching them. Their laughter, their light conversations, their normalcy, it felt like a different universe compared to the storm building inside me. For a moment, I envied them, their certainty, their peace, their trust in the pack’s leadership. None of them knew they were living be

Jessie's POVThe car rolled smoothly through a familiar territory. I had been here before, but obviously not in this life. James navigated with the practiced ease of someone who had made this journey many times before. I sat in the back seat. Gaty was beside me, chattering endlessly about wedding preparations and how excited she was for me to see Derek's pack.I barely heard her.My mind was elsewhere, trapped in memories from my previous life. The first time I had visited Derek's pack as his new mate, I was nervous and eager to please everybody, and so desperate to be accepted by his family.They had stepped all over me. Literally and figuratively.Derek's younger sister, Celeste, had "accidentally" spilled wine on my dress during dinner. His mother, Luna Constance, had made rude comments about how different our pack standards were from ours, implying mine were inferior. Derek had stood by, doing nothing, saying nothing, letting them torment me while he smiled that charming smile of

Jessie's POVI was in my mother's chamber, sitting at the desk in the hidden library that I had discovered just days ago. I had been trying to make sense of my mother's notes, scattered papers filled with her elegant handwriting, discussing bloodlines, ancient pack laws, and cryptic references to something called "the Luna's gift." But my concentration kept breaking, my mind wandering to Derek, to Ethan, to the tangled web of lies I was weaving.A sharp knock on the outer chamber door pulled me from my thoughts. I quickly ran out and pressed the hidden panel, and the bookshelf door slid closed, concealing the library once more. I emerged into the bedroom just as the knock came again, more insistent this time."Princess Jessie?" A guard's voice called through the door. "Your father requests your presence immediately. It is urgent."Urgent. My heart clenched. Was it Derek? Had he made his move already?I opened the door to find one of my father's personal guards, his face creased with

Jessie's POVI stood before my mirror one final time, checking my appearance. The deep emerald dress hugged my form perfectly, projecting authority without being overly formal. My mother's necklace gleamed at my throat, and I had pulled my hair back into an elegant twist that showed off my face, no hiding, no shrinking.I looked like a princess. Like an heir. Like someone who belonged at the Council of Alphas Summit.Now I just needed to believe it myself."You can do this," I whispered to my reflection. "You have faced worse. You have died and come back. You can handle a room full of Alphas."A knock at my door interrupted my pep talk."Princess Jessie?" It was Lisa's voice. "The car is ready. James is waiting.""Coming," I called back, grabbing my small clutch that contained nothing but the essentials, identification, my father's official seal that would prove I was his authorized representative, and a small vial of water in case my throat went dry during the Summit.I opened the do