All Chapters of Broken Luna Rise Back: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Author POVMara had perfected the smile.It was soft, polite, and warm—just enough to convince anyone watching that she had finally accepted Elsa as the Luna of Red Claw. When she stood beside Elsa in the hallways, she spoke kindly. When servants passed, she nodded respectfully. When Dylan was present, she laughed lightly and even praised Elsa’s leadership.To everyone else, it looked like peace.But beneath that calm surface, Mara’s resentment burned quietly, steadily, like embers waiting for air.She watched Elsa closely—how the maids bowed to her, how the guards stepped aside, how Dylan’s attention never strayed far from his Luna. Every small gesture felt like another reminder of what Mara believed should have been hers. Not the title, perhaps—but the place. The closeness. The importance.And Elsa, unaware of the storm brewing so close, kept choosing kindness.That morning, Elsa met Mara in the inner garden. The air was calm, the stone paths freshly cleaned. Mara greeted her first.

The Moonstone Pack slept under a restless night.Guards stood at their posts, torches burning low as the wind carried the scent of pine and tension through the compound. Inside the Alpha’s residence, only one chamber still showed signs of life. A dim light flickered behind heavy doors, shadows stretching long across the floor.Caleb had not slept.He stood near the window, hands clenched behind his back, staring into the darkness beyond the grounds. Every rumor, every whispered report from other packs felt like a blade pressed against his pride. Elsa’s name followed him everywhere—spoken with reverence now, with respect, with a power that once should have been his to command.A soft knock broke the silence.He didn’t turn. “Come in.”The door opened quietly, and Crystal stepped inside.She had come prepared. Her hair was loose, her expression gentle, concerned. She wore no jewelry, no finery—nothing that looked calculated. If anyone had seen her, they would have thought she came only

Lady Selene did not raise her voice.She never needed to.Dylan knew something was wrong the moment she asked for him to walk with her instead of summoning him to her sitting room. They moved side by side through the quieter wing of the palace, their steps echoing softly against the stone floor. No guards followed closely. Selene had dismissed them with a single look.“Tell me,” Dylan said at last, breaking the silence. “What is it?”Lady Selene stopped near a tall pillar carved with the history of the Red Claw Pack. Her fingers brushed over the old markings, worn smooth by time.“Smiles,” she said calmly, “are often the most dangerous weapons.”Dylan turned to her fully now. “You think someone is pretending?”“I know someone is,” she replied.He studied her face. His mother was not a woman given to fear or wild suspicion. Every word she spoke was weighed, tested, and chosen carefully.“You’ve noticed it too,” Selene continued. “The change in the palace. The servants. The way they wat

Author POVCaleb stood at the edge of the Moonstone council chamber, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, knuckles white with restraint. The tall stone walls that had once made him feel powerful now felt like they were closing in. Torches flickered along the sides, their flames casting long shadows over the faces of elders, warriors, and strategists gathered around the table.They spoke in low, careful voices.No one shouted. No one challenged him openly.That, more than anything, told Caleb how serious the situation had become.Maps lay spread across the long obsidian table trade routes, borders, disputed lands, and familiar territories marked with ink and sigils. But one area drew more attention than the rest.Red Claw Pack.Every discussion circled back to it.And every mention of Red Claw carried a single name beneath it.Elsa.“She’s not just a Luna in name anymore,” Elder Roneth said carefully, folding his hands over his staff. “Her presence has shifted Red Claw’s internal

Author POVThe small interrogation room was quiet, almost too quiet.A single table stood in the center, two chairs on opposite sides. The walls were bare stone, cool and unforgiving. There were no chains, no weapons on display, no raised voices. Yet the silence itself pressed down heavily on the young maid sitting stiffly in her chair.Her hands trembled in her lap.She had been serving in the palace for only a short time. Being assigned closer to the Luna should have been an honor. Instead, it had become a weight she could no longer carry.Two guards stood near the door, their presence firm but not aggressive. Across from the maid sat Neris and one of Alpha Dylan’s trusted officers. No one rushed her. No one accused her outright.That alone made it worse.“Take your time,” Neris said gently. “No one is here to harm you.”The maid swallowed hard. Her eyes flickered toward the door, then back down to her hands.“We only want the truth,” the officer added calmly. “Nothing more.”Minute