Todos los capítulos de Broken Luna Rise Back: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Elsa’s PovThe morning sun spilled over the pack house, gilding the tall windows with an almost holy light. Inside, the air was anything but holy. Servants scurried through the halls, carrying trays, linens, decorations all in preparation for Crystal’s convocation. The ceremony that would seal her as the Luna of the pack.And for the first time, I was summoned not alone, but with every other maid in the estate.We gathered in the grand hall, our heads bowed, our hands folded neatly in front of us. The room smelled of polished wood and burning incense, but beneath it was the sharp tang of tension.At the front stood Alpha Caleb.My chest tightened at the sight of him. He was dressed simply, but authority clung to him like a second skin. The Alpha’s aura pressed down on us, forcing many maids to keep their eyes glued to the floor. But I couldn’t look away. Not completely. Not after everything.I remembered the days when his voice had once been soft in my ear, when I thought his arms wer

Elsa’s pov The palace was in chaos. Everywhere I turned, people rushed about with arms full of decorations, trays of polished silverware, and bolts of silk to drape across the great hall. The air was heavy with the scent of wax, polished wood, and nervous excitement. Tomorrow was the day of Crystal’s convocation the day she would be formally recognized as Luna.And today was the day she would make certain I remembered my place.I was ordered into the fitting chamber early, long before the others. Crystal lounged in front of a wide mirror, surrounded by gowns that shimmered with beads and gems. She didn’t even glance at me as I bowed stiffly.“You’re late,” she said lazily, though we both knew I wasn’t. “Help me dress.”Her tone was casual, but the command pressed down like iron. I stepped forward, unfastening the gown she wore. Her perfume was sweet and sharp, clinging to my skin as I worked. My reflection in the mirror looked pale, tired, nothing like the girl who once dreamed of st

Elsa’s PovThe hall had begun to empty, though the laughter of guests still drifted from the courtyard. My arms ached from serving, my throat dry as dust, but I refused to falter. Convocation day had ended in Crystal’s triumph. tonight, she was restless. And I was her favorite target.“Elsa,” her sharp voice cut across the hall.I froze where I stood, clutching a tray of empty goblets. Every guest, every maid, every warrior still lingering in the room turned toward me at once.“Come here,” she ordered.I swallowed hard, forcing my feet to move. My steps echoed in the vast space as I approached the dais where she lounged beside Caleb, her golden gown glittering in the candlelight.When I reached her, she smiled sweetly, the kind of smile that promised pain.“You looked distracted earlier,” she said lightly, though her eyes were like knives. “Were the tasks too heavy for you? Or…” Her gaze sharpened. “…were you watching someone you shouldn’t?”My stomach dropped.Had she seen?“Answer h

Dylan still held my hand, his grip steady and unyielding, as if daring anyone to try and pull me away. My skin burned where his fingers touched mine, a reminder that the bond between us was now unshakable, sealed by his mark.Amy, surged inside me, her voice fierce with triumph. We’re free. He claimed us. He won’t let them touch us ever again.But my human heart twisted with fear. All those eyes elders, warriors, guests burned into my back like brands. Whispers swirled around me, sharp as knives.“Dylan Thorne… marked a maid?”“She’s Caleb’s reject.”“What power does she hold that he would claim her so openly?”Every word made me shrink further into myself, though Dylan stood tall, unbothered, his presence dominating the room.Across the hall, Caleb trembled with fury. His jaw was tight, his fists clenched, his eyes once my safe place now burned with betrayal.“You can’t take her,” he spat, his voice cracking under the weight of rage. “She belongs to this pack.”“She belongs to me,” D

Author’s pov The golden mirror reflected her graceful figure as she paced across the bedroom, her silk robe flowing like liquid over her curves. Veronica had always lived like a queen within the Red Claw Pack. This room…her room was proof of it: draped in velvet curtains, the perfume of roses always lingering in the air, and treasures from across the territories arranged in delicate glass cases.But tonight, unease crackled around her like a storm.Her heeled slippers clicked against the polished floor as she turned sharply, her emerald eyes narrowing. Something was wrong. The pack house was buzzing, voices carrying down the corridors in hurried whispers. Servants had scurried past her door, eyes wide, lips pressed tight as though terrified to speak.And Veronica despised being kept in the dark.The door burst open, and Clara, one of the younger maids, rushed inside. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair slightly out of place from running. She dropped into a kneel at once, her head bowed