Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rise Of The Broken Luna: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

~Celina~I opened my eyes groggily and when my gaze fell on the unfamiliar ceiling, I froze for a moment. Then I remembered the events of the last day. Recognizing Derek was my mate, the mating ceremony, the marking and finally sleeping in each other's arms. For a while, I simply lay there smiling like an idiot. Then my gaze moved to the man sleeping beside me. Even asleep, he somehow looked all too powerful. His dark hair was slightly messy from sleep and he had his one arm wrapped securely around my waist while the other rested protectively across my stomach. The baby shifted faintly beneath his palm and a strange warmth bloomed inside my chest instantly. Mate. The thought no longer startled me. Instead, it simply felt right. Slowly, my fingers drifted upward toward my neck where the mating mark rested. I smiled for a moment but then I froze because suddenly, a realization struck me. I hadn’t thought about Logan even once. Not during the ceremony or even while accepting Derek. Not

~Celina~After I shouted at them to stop, neither Derek nor Logan moved for a moment. Derek still stood between us, his chest rising and falling steadily, emerald green eyes fixed on Logan with obvious hostility. Despite the fight, he looked immaculate without even a hair out of place while Logan looked like he had been dragged through a storm. His shirt was torn and his hair was a mess. There was even blood at the corner of his mouth. But honestly, I didn't care.Months ago, seeing Logan injured might have upset me. Today, all I felt was exhaustion. I was tired of the arguments and the possessiveness. Tired of him refusing to understand that what we had was over no matter how he acted otherwise. Logan slowly straightened and for once, there was no arrogance in his expression. No mocking grin or irritating comments came from him as he stared at me. Instead his eyes were full of a strange sort of desperation and hope. And somehow that made this even harder because I knew what I had to

CelinaFor a few moments, I simply stared at the opened pendant, my hands trembling slightly. After all these years, I finally had something. Something my mother had deliberately hidden for me to find.The pendant had opened like a tiny book and inside, there were two miniature photographs. The first one immediately made my breath hitch. It was my mother's and she looked much younger than I remembered. Her dark hair flowed freely around her shoulders, and there was a smile on her face that I had rarely seen growing up. Not the guarded expression she had worn during most of my childhood but a real smile. For a moment, I simply stared at her picture and a lump formed in my throat. I missed her. Even after discovering that the she had hidden my entire childhood, I still missed her.Slowly, my gaze shifted to the second photograph and I froze. The man in the picture was a complete stranger. At least he should have been. Yet the moment I saw him, my breath caught. Not because I recognized

~Celina~That night, I laid in bed wide awake. I couldn't fall asleep even though I really tried. I was too excited for that.I didn't sleep. I had never been someone to gush over anyone but strangely the thought of meeting Jonathan Adams, the legendary warrior just simply felt exhilarating. A small part of me felt ridiculous for being this excited but the larger part didn't care. Beside me, Derek shifted slightly. His arm was draped protectively around my waist, one hand resting near my stomach as though even in sleep he wanted to make sure both the baby and I were safe. A smile tugged at my lips as I stared at him.I had noticed something recently. Before we became mates, Derek had always been a light sleeper. The slightest noise could wake him. But now he slept deeper than I had ever seen.Not completely unaware of his surroundings but peaceful. Almost as though some part of him that had been tense his entire life had finally relaxed. And I knew why. The realization made warmth spre

CelinaI sat there staring at the man who might be my father, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions inside me. Shock, confusion and hope all tangled together into something I couldn't quite name. But what surprised me most wasn't the possibility that he was my father. It was his reaction. The man looked devastated, as though discovering my existence had shattered something inside him. And the more I watched him, the more confused I became. Because this wasn't how I had imagined this conversation going.I had imagined several scenarios that made my mother hide his identity. I thought maybe he might have abandoned us or perhaps my parents had separated. Maybe they had fallen out of love or maybe they had argued and split up. Maybe something else had happened between them and my mother had left with me. But this? The possibility that my father hadn’t even known of my existence had never crossed my mind. The realization felt almost absurd.I looked at him carefully once again. The l