Lahat ng Kabanata ng Broken Luna Rise Back: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Elsa’s POVI walked beside Lady Selene down the corridor, our steps echoing faintly against the silence that hung heavy after earlier’s chaos. The memory of Veronica’s screams still lingered in my head her face pale and desperate as the pack hurled stones and fruit at her, her lies unraveling like torn silk before everyone’s eyes.Lady Selene’s voice drew me from my thoughts. “You mustn’t let what she did linger in your heart, dear,” she said gently. “A snake’s venom only harms if you let it fester.”I sighed, glancing at her. “It’s not just that she lied. It’s that everyone believed her so easily. Even I… doubted myself for a moment.”Selene gave me a kind look, her silver eyes reflecting both wisdom and sorrow. “The pack has always been quick to judge, Elsa. But you stood your ground and truth always finds its way through lies, no matter how deep they’re buried.”I nodded, though my heart still ached. It wasn’t just the gossip or the betrayal. It was knowing how easily trust could s

Elsa’s POVA week had passed since Veronica’s public disgrace, and the Red Claw Pack had finally begun to settle again. The air was different now lighter, calmer but beneath it, I could still sense a current of tension, like a storm waiting for the right moment to rise.The pack was busy with preparations for the upcoming coronation — Alpha Dylan’s formal ceremony to introduce me as Luna before all allied packs. Every hall buzzed with excitement; servants ran about with decorations, tailors adjusted gowns, and cooks argued over the menu. The scent of fresh flowers and roasted meat filled the air.But even with the laughter and chatter, there were corners of silence reminders that not all wounds had healed.I walked through the courtyard with Neris and Lila by my side. The afternoon sun shimmered over the stone paths, and the faint sound of hammers and drums echoed from the main square. Neris was talking about the designs for my coronation gown, her hands moving excitedly.“It’s going

Elsa’s POVMorning sunlight spilled through the golden curtains, warming my face. For a moment, everything felt still and soft the air smelled faintly of cedar and the pillow carried Dylan’s scent. I turned slightly and saw him at the window, already dressed in his formal tunic, talking quietly with one of his guards.The peacefulness of the moment almost fooled me into thinking the past few weeks had been a dream — no Veronica, no gossip, no whispers behind my back. Just Dylan and me. But then I noticed the guard’s tense expression and the way Dylan’s jaw tightened as he dismissed him.“Is something wrong?” I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.He looked back at me, his face softening slightly. “Nothing you need to worry about,” he said, crossing the room to press a kiss to my forehead. “The coronation is in two days. You should focus on your final fittings and rest.”I nodded, though his calm tone didn’t fool me. Something was wrong. I could feel it.After breakfast, I changed in

The entire pack was alive with excitement. Everywhere I turned, I saw flowers, silks, and ribbons in the Red Claw colors deep crimson and silver draped across walls and doorways. The air smelled of fresh paint, roasted meat, and anticipation. It should’ve made me smile. It should’ve made me proud.But all I felt was a quiet, twisting unease in my chest.Tomorrow, I would be crowned as Luna of the Red Claw Pack—the official mate of Alpha Dylan Thorne, ruler of one of the most powerful packs in existence. Everything I had suffered, every humiliation, every tear, had led to this moment. Yet, standing by the window, watching the servants bustle below, I couldn’t shake the sense that something wasn’t right.“Elsa?”I turned and found Lila standing in the doorway. She wore a soft green dress that brought out the warmth in her brown eyes. Her hair was tied back, a few curls escaping around her face.“You’ve been staring outside for too long,” she said, stepping closer. “You haven’t even touc

Elsa’s POVThe coronation celebration lingered in the air like music that refused to fade. Laughter and music filled the grand hall, the scent of roasted meats and sweet wine wrapping around everything. The guests danced, toasted, and congratulated us endlessly. Everywhere I turned, faces beamed with pride and joy but none of it felt as real as the hand that held mine.Dylan stayed close the entire time, his presence steady and magnetic. Every time someone came to speak with me a noblewoman, a warrior, a merchant from a distant pack his thumb brushed circles against my palm, grounding me. It was both possessive and comforting.When the last toast was made and the final song began to fade, Dylan leaned toward me, his lips brushing against my ear.“Enough for tonight, my Luna,” he murmured. “I want you all to myself now.”My heart stumbled in my chest. His tone wasn’t just soft — it was deep, raw, almost dangerous. I nodded before I could find my voice.We slipped away from the hall qui