All Chapters of Broken Luna Rise Back: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Author POVElsa sat alone by the tall window in her chamber, her hands resting loosely in her lap. The palace was quiet at this hour. Outside, the pack moved as it always did guards changing shifts, servants passing softly through the corridors, life continuing without pause. Inside her room, however, everything felt still.Too still.Her reflection stared back at her from the glass. The coronation mark at her collarbone caught the low light, a reminder of how much her life had changed in such a short time. Luna. Mate. Protected. Watched.Trusted.And that was where her thoughts refused to settle.Trust had always come easily to Elsa. Too easily.She had learned that the hard way.Her mind drifted backward, to a time before Red Claw, before Dylan, before strength had been placed in her hands whether she believed she deserved it or not. She remembered how often she had believed words simply because they were spoken gently. How many times she had mistaken attention for care, promises fo

Author POVLady Selene did not summon people without reason.When the message reached Mara that the Alpha’s mother wished to see her, Mara felt it immediately the tightening in her chest, the instinctive flare of annoyance she had learned to bury beneath polished smiles.She adjusted her dress before leaving her room, smoothing invisible creases, arranging her expression into something calm and respectful. By the time she reached Selene’s sitting chamber, she looked every bit the composed young woman she wanted the pack to see.But Lady Selene had lived too long to be fooled by appearances alone.“Come in,” Selene said before Mara could knock.The chamber was quiet, filled with the scent of dried herbs and polished wood. Selene sat near the window, a shawl draped over her shoulders, her sharp eyes lifting the moment Mara stepped inside.“You sent for me,” Mara said, bowing slightly. “I hope I haven’t offended you in any way.”Selene studied her for a long moment before gesturing to th

Author POVIt was late in the afternoon, when the palace corridors were quieter and the servants fewer. The guards stationed near Elsa’s chambers straightened when they saw her approach, but she offered them a gentle smile soft, calm, harmless.“I asked to speak with the Luna,” Mara said politely. “Privately, if possible.”One guard hesitated, then nodded and announced her presence.Inside, Elsa was seated near the window, a book resting unopened in her lap. She looked up when the door opened, surprise flickering briefly across her face before she composed herself.“Mara,” Elsa said, standing. “Is something wrong?”Mara stepped inside and waited for the door to close behind her. The moment it did, her shoulders sagged slightly, as if the weight of the world had settled on them. Her eyes shone with unshed tears.“I won’t take much of your time,” Mara said softly. “I just… I needed to speak to you. Alone.”Elsa gestured toward the sitting area. “You can sit.”Mara did, folding her hands

Author POVTorches burned steadily along the outer walls, their flames unmoving, as if even the wind had chosen to rest. From a distance, the palace looked peaceful secure, guarded, untroubled.But beneath that calm, something dangerous was moving.The rider thought he had timed it perfectly.He wore no palace colors, no obvious markings. His cloak was dark, his hood pulled low. He did not leave from the main gates, nor from any of the servant paths that were often watched. Instead, he slipped through a narrow passage behind the old storage wing, a route used only for waste removal and supply overflow.He carried nothing that looked suspicious.Nothing, except the small folded strip of parchment hidden inside the lining of his glove.He had taken only ten steps beyond the palace boundary when a low whistle cut through the silence.He froze.“Stop,” a voice commanded.Shadows shifted. Three Red Claw guards stepped into view, their movements smooth and practiced. These were not ordinary

The guards moved with sharper focus. Servants kept their heads lowered longer than usual. Even the air inside the corridors felt tense, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.Elsa stood by the window in her chamber, her hands resting lightly at her sides. She was not shaking. She was not pacing. She was not crying.That alone told her how much she had changed.Only weeks ago, she would have doubted herself. She would have searched for excuses for Mara’s behavior. She would have asked Dylan to be patient. She would have softened every truth until it no longer hurt anyone except herself.Not anymore.She had listened.She had observed.She had learned.And now, she was certain.Mara was not just uncomfortable with her position.Mara was dangerous.A soft knock came at the door.“Come in,” Elsa said calmly.Neris entered first, followed by Lyra. Both women studied Elsa’s face carefully, as if trying to read her mood.“You sent for us,” Neris said gently.“Yes,” Elsa replie