บททั้งหมดของ Broken Luna Rise Back: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Elsa’s POV The palace courtyard was calm and bright as I walked beside Lady Selene toward the council hall. My hands were clasped tightly in front of me, the hem of my silver gown whispering against the polished floor with every step. My heart was steady, but a part of me still tensed at what awaited inside—the first official meeting of all the Lunas from neighboring packs.Lady Selene placed a reassuring hand on my arm before we entered. “You’ll do fine, Elsa,” she said with a small smile. “You’re Luna now. Don’t forget that.”I nodded, taking a deep breath as the heavy doors opened before us.The hall was wide and glittering with gold chandeliers, the air thick with perfume and tension. Around the circular table sat several Lunas, their gowns bright, their smiles sharper than blades. Among them, I instantly spotted her—Crystal, Luna of the moonstone Pack, the one who my mate choose over me. Her eyes locked on me the moment I stepped in, and I could already sense the malice beneath

Crystal’s POVThe corridor was quiet when I returned to my chamber, but my heart was anything but calm.Every step echoed like a drumbeat in my chest…his words, his fury, his promise. Caleb had taken the bait exactly as I hoped. I’d gone to him pretending to be the heartbroken Luna, the poor victim humiliated by his former mate, and I left knowing I had planted the seed of hatred deep enough to grow.Good. Let it grow.The fire in his eyes when I mentioned Elsa and Dylan… it almost scared me. Almost. But it thrilled me more.I shut the door softly behind me and exhaled, pressing my palm to my chest. The air smelled faintly of roses too soft, too pure for how I felt inside. I walked to the mirror, staring at the woman looking back. Perfect hair. Polished grace. But under that, there was something colder something sharp and burning.“You thought you could embarrass me in front of everyone, didn’t you, Elsa?” I whispered, my reflection twisting into a smirk. “You may have worn that crown

Mara’s POV I had not seen Dylan Thorne in three years, yet the moment I stepped into the grand foyer of the Red Claw Palace, the air shifted—at least for me. My heart caught in my throat, the same way it always had around him.The guards bowed and opened the massive doors, and my heels clicked sharply against polished marble as I walked in. Everything in this palace had changed… except one thing.I was still in love with him.I told myself I had outgrown those childish dreams, that I no longer cared that fate had been cruel and refused to make us mates. But hearing the news that Dylan had not only found his fated mate, but married her, crowned her Luna, marked her under a sky that supposedly shimmered goldIt had shattered something inside me I didn’t even know was still whole.Dylan. Married. To her.To a girl no one even knew. A girl from a lower pack. A girl whose name tasted bitter every time it crossed my mind.Elsa.I forced a smile as one of the palace maids guided me toward t

The palace Servants hurried back and forth carrying trays, fresh linens, and scented candles to prepare the rooms for the noble guests who had arrived for the coronation festivities. But none of the bustle compared to the eagerness with which Neris and Lyra rushed down the wide hallway, headed straight for Mara’s door.They didn’t bother knocking lightly—both girls pushed the door open at the same time.“MARA!” Lyra exclaimed, her voice breaking into a rare, bright shout.Mara turned from the mirror just in time to catch the two sisters as they threw themselves at her. She laughed softly and wrapped her arms around them, pulling them close in a warm, practiced embrace.“I missed you both too,” Mara said, smoothing Lyra’s hair affectionately.Neris pulled back first, her eyes sparkling. “You should have told us you were coming! We would have waited outside to greet you.”Lyra nodded vigorously. “Yes! And you missed the coronation—why didn’t you come? We saved seats for you!”For the fi

Elsa’s POVThe moment the messenger told me Alpha Dylan wanted to see me, my stomach tightened. I wasn’t sure if it was nerves… or annoyance. Maybe both. Mara’s cold stare earlier still clung to my skin like frost that refused to melt.I walked through the corridors, the red banners brushing lightly against my arm as I moved. Everyone bowed when I passed, but my mind wasn’t on them. It was still replaying Mara’s voice—icy, dismissive, confident in a way that made my heart ache.“She doesn’t like me,” I muttered under my breath. “And she didn’t bother hiding it.”When I reached Dylan’s chamber, I inhaled deeply before pushing the heavy door open.He stood inside, back facing me, reading a scroll. His robe was half-loose, and the room smelled faintly like pine and smoke. Warm, familiar. Normally it calmed me.Not today.“Elsa,” he said without turning. “Come here.”I closed the door behind me. “You summoned me?”He finally looked at me—and the moment our eyes met, I knew he sensed somet