บททั้งหมดของ Broken Luna Rise Back: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

The rest of the evening after dinner felt strangely quiet. Everyone returned to their rooms, but the tension Mara created at the dining table still hung in the air. The servants sensed it. The sisters sensed it. Even the palace walls seemed to hold the awkwardness.Mara left the dining room first, her steps sharp and fast. Neris and Lyra exchanged a look and followed her, worried she might be upset about Dylan defending Elsa so openly.They caught up with her near the hallway leading to the guest rooms.“Mara!” Neris called, breathless. “Wait.”Mara stopped but did not turn around. Her shoulders were stiff, like she was trying to control her anger. Lyra reached her first and touched her arm gently.“What is it?” Mara finally said, her voice clipped.“You left the table so quickly,” Lyra said. “Are you upset?”Mara laughed, a short and humorless sound. “Of course not. Why should I be upset? I only watched the Alpha defend a maid over someone who has been by his side for years.”Neris f

The entire Red Claw Pack mansion felt strangely quiet that morning. A softness hung in the halls, but beneath it… a tension simmered. The night before had left almost everyone unsettled. Mara’s behavior at the family dinner, her sharp comments, her obvious dislike for Elsa none of it went unnoticed.Elsa woke up earlier than usual. She stretched, rubbed her eyes, and sat on the edge of the bed. Alpha Dylan was already gone; he had left for morning training, but he had kissed her forehead before leaving, telling her he’d be back soon.She dressed quickly. Today, she had something important to do—something she should have done earlier.The pack was big. The work systems were old, and many maids were overworked. She had seen it. She had heard it. And now, she was going to fix it.As Luna, she finally had the authority to make real changes.She stepped into the hallway, took a deep breath, and smiled politely at the guards. They bowed instantly.“Good morning, Luna,” they said.Elsa nodde

Mara waited until night fell and the patrol routes changed, until the guards at the outer gates grew relaxed and careless. As Alpha Dylan’s guest, no one questioned her movements too closely. That privilege alone made her stomach twist with anger.Elsa’s privilege.She wrapped her cloak tighter around herself as she crossed the forest path leading toward the neutral border. Every step she took was firm, purposeful. This meeting had been planned carefully, and Mara had gone over every possible outcome in her mind.Crystal was dangerous.But danger was exactly what Mara needed.When Crystal finally appeared from between the trees, she looked exactly as Mara imagined sharp-eyed, proud, dressed like a woman who refused to accept defeat. Two guards followed behind her, but Crystal raised her hand, stopping them several steps away.“You can wait here,” Crystal said coldly.The guards hesitated but obeyed.Mara stepped forward, removing her hood. She did not bow.Crystal noticed immediately.

Author’s POVAlpha Dylan had always trusted his instincts more than words.That morning, as he stood in his office overlooking the pack grounds, his unease refused to settle. Everything looked calm on the surface. The guards were at their posts. The servants moved about their duties. Laughter echoed faintly from the courtyard.But calm did not mean safe.Since Mara’s arrival, small changes had begun to appear—too small for most to notice, yet clear enough for an Alpha who had ruled through war and betrayal. Confusion among the maids. Whispered complaints that disappeared when questioned. Orders being misunderstood or delayed.Nothing open. Nothing direct.But nothing accidental either.Dylan turned away from the window when Torin, one of his most trusted guards, entered the room.“Report,” Dylan said simply.Torin straightened. “There have been murmurs, Alpha. Mostly among the maids. Some claim they were told different instructions than what the Luna gave. Others say they were warned

Elsa had just stepped out of the meeting hall when the world tilted.At first, it was only a slight dizziness—easy to ignore, easy to blame on the long hours she had spent listening to reports and settling pack matters. She paused in the corridor, placing a hand against the cold stone wall, taking a slow breath.But the feeling didn’t pass.Instead, her stomach twisted sharply, a sudden wave of nausea rising so fast it stole the air from her lungs. Her face drained of color, and her steps faltered.“Luna?” one of the guards called, noticing the way she swayed.“I’m fine,” Elsa tried to say, but the words came out weak, barely above a whisper.Her knees buckled.Before she could fall, two guards rushed forward, catching her on either side. Her head spun, her vision blurring at the edges. She felt cold, then unbearably warm, her body no longer responding the way it should.“She’s burning up,” one guard said urgently.“Call the healer,” another ordered. “Now.”Elsa barely registered thei