All Chapters of The Broken Luna, Reborn : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ayla's povI stood near the window, watching Ivy wave her spell off and packed up the melted candles from the flooring.I expected her to be surprised, happy but instead she had a serious look on her face, like she was expecting the worst and it finally happened. “What do you mean you see Killian in your visions?" I asked. She let out a frustrated sigh and turned to me. “When I have visions about you, I see him" stating the obvious. “Look I know something is wrong with you Ivy.." my tone filled with worry.“If only you knew I'm not the one something is wrong with" She remarked. I didn't say anything more, instead I turned to Killian who held a very composed expression. “She's not always this grumpy… not all the time” "I can tell," he said simply. I wanted to say more to Ivy but she was too engrossed in taking up whatever was left of her witchy stuff. Then suddenly, I could hear the engine of a car as it died down. Clara's car. Seconds after she burst in through the door, h

Ayla's pov Roasted beef, sauce and the potato that was making progress on the cooker. I moved over towards the vegetables and continued to chop them finely. Ivy had said to act normal and that was exactly what I was doing. Waking up by seven to prepare breakfast for my husband.When I added the vegetable into a pan and stir fry, I poured it into the sauce when I was done. Then suddenly his scent hit me and then the door clicked from upstairs. I heard his footsteps through the hall and down the stairs, then when he stopped climbing down. I turned. And there he was, standing at the foot of the staircase. Wearing one of the polo shirts I got him, the shirt outlined his biceps and his well defined body. Oh goddess.I wish I woke up to this view everyday. His hair, loose and messy, called me to run my fingers through it. I smiled warmly before turning off the cooker, humming softly as I stirred the cooked potatoes in the pan. I glanced at him again and it felt like he just enjo

Third person's pov The private summoning chambers were mostly used for interrogating traitors from other packs who had come to spy on the blood moon pack The chamber laid deep beneath the pack's dungeon where torturing the traitors was convenient. Kallum paced in small steps around the cave like chamber, stoned walls with craved symbols, fire torches that burned low, their flame sometimes flickered from blue to red. Kallum watched it with his hands clasped behind his back. It had been a week and days since Kallum's search for Killian had turned out futile, he had planned to perform the ritual earlier today but had heard of a sorcerer born of a witch. He was cast out from his coven after the use of black magic and had rumoured to be the most powerful. Although no one knew where to find him, Kallum had his ways of getting whatever and whoever he wanted. The torches flicked again as a presence was sensed. Then a figure emerged from the dimly lit darkness, black cloak sweep

Ayla's povThe next day, I had sent Tessa the list of things Ivy greedily needed and dropped it off all at once. She was back in the office before the meeting started. Though it was concluded I still had some extra calls to finish about sponsorship terms and revised schedules. “Yes yes,” I placed the office phone in-between my shoulders and my ear as I reached for a pen and a notepad, I scribbled before I replied. “We can surely discuss the stocks and sales by the end of today…. It was nice to confirm your partnership. Have a nice day” I hadn't dropped down the office line when Tessa barged into the office. “Ma’am we have a problem” almost out of breath. My brow furrowed "what happened?" Before Tessa could say anything else, the door swung open.“Excuse me but you can't go in" she said sharply as she stepped in front of him “Hey, Mr Cross please step out" Aiden cast a glare, one that made me rise from my chair abruptly.“You tell your secretary to keep me out of your office to

Third person's povClara slammed the car door harder than she meant to. The sound echoed in the quiet garage, Elara’s car was gone but she still hoped she would be in. Her phone buzzed and she quickly glanced at it, hoping it was Elara, replying to her one hundred calls in one night. ‘I can't do this anymore.’‘You're always choosing her.’‘i need someone who's actually present’ The words rang in her head. She shoved the phone into her packet and dragged herself past the front door and up the stairs, her head pounding and her eyes burning. “El?" She called out automatically but silence greeted her instead. She turned on the lights in the living room and noticed how empty it was.Her text wasn't forged. She had actually gone. Clara sighed. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag on the living room couch before climbing upstairs. And towards the small living room upstairs there was a faint sound of music coming from there. She walked in deeper and caught Ivy's figure, seated