All Chapters of The Broken Luna, Reborn : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ayla's pov I was staring into space for more than hours, it was morning now but my eyes opened when it was dark. Since yesterday I heard the knocks, I heard Ivy and Clara but never Killian. I was dumb to think he would come and apologize. Who apologies for saying the truth. While in the room I had all the time I needed to reflect. To let Killian's words sink in, I did pretend to be like them. And I thought I was like them instead of accepting my true nature. I didn't keep myself in here because I thought I was wrong. Which I was. It was just overwhelming to hear the truth all at once, for someone to finally call me out on what I was doing and make sure I knew about it. And it hit hard seeing that it was Killian. Someone I thought I was protecting from all these. That running away would give him peace but instead I was wrong. I was so wrong. It hurt that this wasn't the first time that I had promised to change after having the witch take him. Blaming myself only to do it

Ayla's pov When I got the text about the ball, I didn't think about it before suggesting it to Killian, but he agreed. He agreed to go and somehow I felt like it was a way to prove to myself that I was willing to prioritize. The fashion party was as it has always been, fashion tycoons all in one room, sipping champagne with slow music playing in the background. It was different for me because it was my first appearance outside. I would be the center of attraction and so would Killian. I stared at myself in the mirror for the third time, the red dress clinging to my curves and going around my neck, But the back dipped low, revealing skin. I wore gloves, Clara said it looked classy so I didn't mind if they gave me this ancient Britain look. My makeup was done slightly, surprisingly I no longer cared about the brand. Which was oddly strange for The Elara Voss a year ago. From the corner of my eyes I watched Killian effortlessly putting on his cufflinks before sliding towards whe

Ayla's pov “Elara Voss. Finally got you" She knew me. When I turned around I expected Isabella or an assassin that was paid to kill me. I could use my reflexes to overcome her but then I found a woman. Grey hair, casual clothes but not shabby and not designers. Her skin looked flawless like it was the first time she stepped out into the world for the first time. She looked old but not too old, I could swear her face looked like someone I knew yet I didn't.I couldn't recall how familiar her voice was or if I had seen her face somewhere. Not the question was why did someone I barely knew point a gun at me. That too with so much accuracy. I played in my head possible things that could happen if I defied her. Move and she could shoot me. I could bleed so much but then noise could attract people. It was too risky. Inside was Mozart. Everyone would be engrossed and no one would care what was happening out in the stunning garden. I took a small step closer as my hand raised in

Third person's pov “When did you last see him?" She sniffled, taking another tissue from the box beside her. "My baby hardly has time for calls, but he calls anyways, he sends me stuff and makes sure…”Her voice cracked slightly. "It's okay, we understand your grief” they sympathized, watching her blow her nose. "I'm sorry, he would want me to be strong but I can't help but worry”"Do you believe Elara Voss as a suspect?” She looked up at the camera. " I believe when you break up from a five to four year relationship you get paranoid and confused”"Was your son paranoid and confused, if not why would he go to Elara Voss house?" The reporter asked Mrs Cross didn't know s Instead she spilled out more tears than before and that made the reporter promise to be back tomorrow or soon, when a new evidence has been found. Minutes later. The door closed behind Mrs Cross with a soft deliberate click. Then she stood in the quiet hallway of her house, one hand still resting on the knob a

Ayla's pov The benefit of being alone in your thoughts was the ability to notice things you didn't know were there.Thoughts you would constantly push out of your mind would start to make sense. You'd start putting two and two together. Just like how I noticed the ceilings were not all purely white. It had stains and so did my human life.It wasn't purely human now that I reminisced about it. My human boyfriend was actually a wolf hunter who's mother wants me dead and my best friend is a lesbian who is perfectly okay screwing the witch. The stains in my human life were permanent. Well the stains came from pretending I had a human life to begin with. I wondered if they found Aiden if he would ever want to speak with me. If he would even look at me. Sure he now had his secret of his own but I was the one who betrayed him. I didn't notice when the door opened until I heard my name. “Ayla." I turned my head and Clara was standing inches away from me. Hair pulled back messily, eye