All Chapters of Broken Luna Rise Back: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elsa’s pov The night air felt heavy, as if the walls themselves remembered the whispers from earlier. Even after Lila left to rest in her new room, I couldn’t stop hearing them the quiet laughter, the sideways glances, the way some maids bowed too quickly and hurried away as if I were something shameful.I sat on the edge of my bed, running my fingers along the silk blanket Dylan had ordered for me. It felt soft, but somehow I still felt small. I tried to convince myself that I didn’t care what they thought that I was strong, that I’d survived worse but deep down, it still hurt.Lila had tried to make me laugh before she left. She’d said, “Let them talk, Elsa. Their words can’t touch who you are.” I smiled then, but now the silence felt too loud.That’s when I felt it.A sharp pulse in the air. The ground seemed to hum with energy, the kind that only belonged to him. My heart skipped a beat. Dylan was back.Even before the guards called out, “Alpha has returned!” I knew it. His prese

Veronica’s pov I could still hear her laugh in my head.That stupid, sweet, innocent laugh of hers.Elsa.Even thinking her name made something inside me twist like a knife.I slammed my door shut behind me, my hands trembling as I paced the room. My reflection in the mirror mocked me flawless hair, perfect red lips, golden skin glowing under the morning light and yet all I could see was how he looked at her.Alpha Dylan. My Alpha. My everything.He hadn’t looked at me like that in weeks. Not since the day she arrived.“Her,” I hissed under my breath, gripping the edge of my dressing table. “That fragile little thing with her soft eyes and quiet voice… what does she have that I don’t?”The memory of Neris shouting in the hallway burned in my mind. That’s my brother’s Luna, not a mistress.Luna. The word tasted bitter.I’d been here for years, by Dylan’s side through every war, every wound, every sleepless night and now he was throwing it all away for her.I kicked the chair in fron

Elsa’s pov I woke up with a pounding headache and a strange heaviness pressing on my chest. My body felt weak, like all the strength had drained out of me overnight. The early morning sun slipped through the curtains, but even that soft glow hurt my eyes. I turned over, groaning, and pulled the blanket tighter around me.Lila’s voice came through the door. “Elsa? Are you awake?”I wanted to tell her I was fine, but my voice came out thin and tired. “Yeah… I’m up.”The door creaked open, and Lila walked in carrying a small tray of food soup, bread, and fruit. Her red hair was tied up in a messy bun, and worry filled her eyes as she set the tray down beside me.“You didn’t eat last night,” she said gently. “So I made something light for you.”I tried to sit up, but my body protested. My arms trembled slightly, and I sank back down. “I’m not hungry.”“You need to eat,” she insisted. “You’ve barely touched anything since morning. Are you sure you’re okay?”I gave a weak smile. “I’m fine

The next morning, I woke to the soft rustle of footsteps outside my room and the faint sound of voices in the corridor. My head felt heavy, but the moment I remembered what day it was, my sleepiness vanished. Today was my first Luna training session.Luna training.The words sounded strange in my head, heavy, powerful… and terrifying.I sat up slowly, the blanket sliding down to my lap. My body still felt weak, but the excitement and nerves inside me were stronger. Someone had already opened the windows, and the scent of morning dew drifted in. I heard the soft rustle of maids outside the room, moving around quietly.A knock followed, gentle but firm. “My Luna, breakfast is ready.”I still wasn’t used to being called that. My Luna.“Thank you,” I said softly. “I’ll be out soon.”When I looked around, Dylan wasn’t in the room anymore. He must have gone early to handle pack affairs. He had stayed with me all evening yesterday, even after I fell asleep again. The memory made my chest tig

Veronica’s POVI stormed into my chambers, slamming the door so hard the sound echoed through the marble hallway. The guards outside didn’t dare breathe. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I gripped the edge of my dresser, staring at my reflection in the mirror.The woman staring back at me looked nothing like the composed, seductive mistress who once ruled this wing of the pack house. Her eyes were wild. Her lipstick was smudged. Her pride shattered.“How dare he,” I whispered, my fingers curling around the edge of the table. “How dare he humiliate me like that in front of everyone.”I threw the nearest object a silver perfume bottle across the room. It hit the wall and shattered, the sweet scent filling the air like mockery.“Alpha Dylan,” I hissed his name, pacing back and forth. “He used to come to me every night. He used to say I was the only one who understood him.”Now, he barely looked at me.Now, he called her… that weak little girl his Luna.A knock sounded at my door. I didn