All Chapters of Broken Luna Rise Back: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Elsa’s POVI was about to open my chamber door when I heard someone call my name.“Elsa!”The voice was familiar warm and cheerful in a way that immediately softened something inside me. I turned, and before I could even react, Neris came running down the hallway, her dark hair bouncing as she hurried toward me.“Neris!” I gasped, surprised.She threw her arms around me before I could say another word. I stood frozen for a second, then hugged her tightly. It felt strange but comforting to hold someone who wasn’t judging me, whispering about me, or looking at me with pity.“I missed you so much,” I said against her shoulder, my voice breaking a little.“Missed you too,” she murmured, pulling back with a grin. “You have no idea how boring school is without you. I only just returned to the pack yesterday—had to submit some assignments and reports.”I smiled weakly. “You came back at the right time, I guess.”She raised an eyebrow, noticing the sadness behind my smile. “What happened? You

Elsa’s POVThe soft sound of curtains being drawn woke me. I blinked against the morning light, still heavy from the restless night before. My mind kept replaying Dylan’s apology and Veronica’s smug voice right after. It was as if she enjoyed tearing apart every little piece of peace I tried to build.“Elsa, wake up!” Neris’s cheerful voice filled the room, followed by the sound of Lila placing a tray on the bedside table. “You’ve slept half the morning away.”I groaned softly and pulled the blanket closer, my voice hoarse. “Why are you both here so early?”“It’s almost noon,” Lila said, laughing lightly as she poured me a cup of tea. “Mother said you shouldn’t skip meals, and Alpha Dylan—”At the mention of his name, my heart thudded unevenly. “What about him?” I asked, trying to sound uninterested.Neris held up a sleek, black card between her fingers and smiled mischievously. “He told me to take you shopping.”I sat up instantly, blinking. “What?”“His exact words were, ‘Make sure

Lyra’s POVThe morning air in the palace was unusually tense. I had left Dylan’s chamber after making sure all the paperwork for the council meeting was ready, but my mind wasn’t calm. Ever since Veronica moved into the Alpha’s quarters, there had been constant whispers maids sneaking glances, warriors exchanging knowing looks, and that fake sweetness Veronica carried like perfume.I wasn’t one for gossip, but I wasn’t blind either. Something about her never sat right with me.As I walked down the long marble corridor, my heels tapping softly against the polished floor, I noticed the pack doctor ahead of me, heading toward the mistress’s room with a leather bag in hand.Strange.The doctor never visited unannounced unless it was serious.I slowed my pace, curiosity instantly pricking at me. I wasn’t planning to eavesdrop but when I reached the corner and heard Veronica’s voice, I froze.“…you have to tell the Alpha the baby is stressed,” she was saying, her tone sharp but sickly sweet

Elsa’s POVThe day began with silence.Not the peaceful kind…the uneasy one that makes the air feel heavier than it should. Even the maids moved slower, whispering to one another as if afraid to speak too loudly.I knew something was wrong the moment I woke up. Lila and Neris were standing by my window, speaking in hushed tones until they saw me stir. They froze like children caught misbehaving.“What is it?” I asked, sitting up slowly.Neris bit her lip, glancing at Lila before answering. “There’s been… an incident.”My stomach tightened. “What kind of incident?”Lila hesitated, wringing her hands. “The pack doctor, Elsa. They found him near the southern woods this morning. He’s…”She didn’t have to finish. The way her voice cracked said enough.My breath caught. “Dead?”Neris nodded slowly. “They said it looked like an attack, maybe rogues. But the guards aren’t sure yet.”The doctor. The same man who had claimed Veronica was pregnant.A chill ran down my spine. Something about it d

Elsa’s povIt had been days since Dylan started acting… different.He still said good morning. He still looked at me with those calm, unreadable eyes that used to make me feel safe. But now, when I looked back, there was something else something hidden. A heaviness that clung to him like the rain that hadn’t stopped falling since the night the doctor died.No one had told me the full story. Only that the pack doctor had been “found dead near the forest.” A tragic accident, they said. But the way Dylan’s jaw tightened when I asked told me it wasn’t that simple.He’d barely touched his food at breakfast, and he left early every morning always “pack business.” Every time I tried to ask what was wrong, he brushed my hand away gently and told me not to worry.But I did worry. Because I could feel it — the distance growing between us like a wall made of silence.This morning, the corridors of the Red Claw mansion were strangely quiet. Even the servants’ whispers seemed to fade when I passed